"How've you been since the last time I saw you?" Sam asks after we both order our food and drinks. "I've been...okay I guess. Had a shopping day with Caroline." I say with a nod, faking a smile.

Sam tilts his head, "Shopping..." He knows me better than that. I hold a straight face for a few seconds but my laughter escapes. "What am I kidding, you know shopping is definitely not me." I laugh. Sam begins to laugh also, grinning. "I was about to say, since when did you start to enjoy shopping?"

The waiter comes back with our drinks. I ordered a cinnamon dulce latte coffee, which is so good. Sam's drink causes me to laugh. "Okay what is that? I didn't know you liked drinks like...well, that." It's probably the girliest looking drink I've ever seen. "Hey, it sounded good. I wanted to try something new today." He says, chuckling. I smile, taking a sip of my coffee. "Heard anything from Dean, at all?" I dare to ask. It hurts to think about him, but I have to ask. Sam lets out a deep sigh. "Nope...nothing. I've even had multiple people try to reach out to him and they get nothing in return." He slowly shakes his head, his eyes on me.

Sam always acts as if I'm a bomb that's about to explode, he's extremely careful with everything he says about Dean. I know he keeps information from me but I chose not to confront him about it. "You know, I was reading the paper earlier while I was in traffic. There's actually a possible case around here believe it or not. I was gonna see if you wanted to check it out with me?" Sam asks. The sadness disappears as I find another distraction, and I become excited. Finally, something else to do!

I smile excitedly, "Yes! Of course! What's the story?" The waiter comes and brings our food. We both ordered salads. I smile, thanking him. "No problem, miss. You two enjoy." He smiles, walking away. We begin to eat.

"Well, the paper said there are three houses in the neighborhood nearby this cafe actually that had females murdered inside. The three of them had a lot in common actually, but they didn't know each other. They were all young brunette females, single. That's all I really know. We'll have to pose as agents or something to get more info. But the reason I think that it's something supernatural rather than natural, is that there's no signs of breaking and entering, but inside, their houses were trashed with just like old food and garbage. It's disgusting and super weird. Why would a human killer just randomly go in these women's home and place garbage everywhere and then kill them? It's just weird, it doesn't make much sense. What's the point in that? The article said that it's as if the women had been living in filth for about a week, family members and friends said they had been acting strange, as if they didn't care about anything anymore. As if they no longer had a...soul." Sam explains. I narrow my brows, "Hmm....that's strange." I take another sip of my coffee and another bite of my salad.

He nods, "The no soul thing jumped out at me. I think we definitely should at least check it out." I nod in agreement with him. "Do you have any idea what it may be?" I ask while chewing. He shakes his head, "Not exactly sure yet. Something that feeds off human souls most likely.  It sounds to me like these women lost their souls before they died.  Maybe it's a Crocotta?" He suggests.

I'm not even gonna ask what that is. 

I shake my head, sighing. "What?" Sam asks with a slight chuckle. He looks up at me from his plate of food. "Oh, nothing. I just remember the days when I thought the only supernatural things that existed were vampires, witches, and werewolves." I laugh. Sam laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, unfortunately there's a lot more nasty out there."

[[ Dean P.O.V./ At a bar in New Jersey / "I'm So Sorry"  -Imagine Dragons ]]

I down the rest of my third beer, slamming the empty bottle onto the bar table.  The music plays loudly in the bar and all I can hear is constant talking and laughing.  Why the hell are all these idiots happy?  It pisses me off.  "Give me some shots please, about five."  I say to the bartender.  "Shots of what?"  She asks.  I shake my head, "Surprise me."  I say with a smartass grin.  She bites her lip, "Okay sure thing."  She turns around and prepares them for me. 

A guy comes up and sits beside me, pulling out his wallet and placing it on the counter.  He goes through it, perhaps checking how much money he's got on him.  He looks at the bartender as she gets my shots ready and just stares at her.  It's obvious what he's doing, and it's annoying as hell.  I roll my eyes, rubbing them as I begin to feel a little buzz.  He leans over close to me and whispers, "Hey man, check out that blonde's ass.  Whew, she is HOT!"  His excited tone ends with a loud, obnoxious laugh.  I look over at him and raise a brow, "Eh, I've seen hotter than her."  He just shakes his head at my comment, laughing at me.  She turns around and walks over to me, giving me five shots of whiskey. 

Mmm, whiskey—nice. 

I immediately take all of them at once as fast as I can.  I feel a couple eyes on me but I ignore all of them.  "Damn dude, you trying to get hammered or something?  It's still pretty early in the day."  The guy asks, watching me.  This dumbass's comments are really starting to piss me off. 

I ignore him, staring at the empty shot glasses.  "I'll have one beer please."  He says to the bartender. 

God, what an annoying voice he has.

"So what's got you getting drunk so early? Is it a girl? Girls are always the reason." Okay are you friggin' kidding me? Who the hell does he think he is asking me that? That's none of his damn business.

The anger rises inside of me and I slowly turn my head toward him. "Can you shut the hell up for two seconds please? Jesus..." His eyes narrow as I say this and he gets defensive in a joking way. "Damn, soorryy. I didn't know I wasn't allowed to speak." I roll my eyes, "I didn't say you can't speak, I said you can't speak to me." My patience gets shorter and shorter. If this idiot doesn't stop I swear to God I'm going to snap. I'm not someone he needs to be messing around with right now.

"Someone's grumpy. All I was asking is if you got your heart broken or something, just trying to help." He says as he takes a sip of his beer. Okay, done. I quickly stand up out of my chair. "No! You aren't trying to help, you're trying to be damn nosey. So back off." I raise my voice in anger. "Okay stop it, you need to calm down." He says, looking around us as people begin to stare. I'm buzzed and angry and I couldn't care any less, no one tells me to calm down. "Don't tell me to calm down!" I yell this time, loud enough so that the whole bar can hear me. "Okay, miss, I think you may need to have this guy escorted out or something he's had too mu—." I can't take his bullshit anymore. He honestly wasn't even being that bad but I've had a little too much to drink and this guys is annoying, he pissed me off.

I blow, snapping on him. I interrupt his sentence with a hard punch to the face. When I punch him, I accidentally hit his beer bottle and it shatters everywhere, cutting my knuckles. "Dammit..." I say as I groan in pain, looking at the blood on my knuckles. "What the hell? What is wrong with you?" The blonde bartender screams as she checks on the guy.

He lifts up his head and looks at me, blood running down his chin from his bottom lip. I busted his lip pretty good. Everything starts to get a little blurry and disfigured. All I know is I'm mad as hell and this guy made a mistake coming to me and talking to me the way he did. "What the hell man?" The guy says, getting up. "No, no fighting in here. Stop!" The bartender yells over us. I back up a little bit as he begins to walk towards me. "You better back up." I say, holding my fist in the air, ready to fight.

"Security!" The bartender yells. People watch us in horror. "You shouldn't have hit me you bastard!" The guy yells at me, trying to hit me. I catch his wrist and hold onto it tightly. This idiot has no idea who I am and what I can do. The best thing for him to do is walk away.

The five shots really start to set in and I feel like I can't see anything. I had way too much to drink, but I don't care. I twist his wrist and a snap is heard, he yelps in pain. I take my free fist and hit him again, nailing him in the eye this time. He falls to the floor, yelling in pain. Security runs up to the both of us, grabbing me first. "Let me go! Get your hands OFF of me!" I yell loudly. They drag me all the way to the door and throw me out. I hit the concrete ground pretty hard. "Get the hell out of here you drunk. Don't come back." One of them says to me, slamming the door shut. 

[[ With Sam and Elena/ Elena P.O.V. ]]

"Where are you staying?"  I ask Sam as we wait for the waiter to come back because we finished our food.  "Well, I'm not sure yet.  I'll probably stay at some motel nearby.  Why?"  He asks.  I'm already checked into a motel and there's an extra bed, if we're gonna work on a case together it'd be perfect to have the same room.  Just like old times. 

"Well, I'm already checked into a motel and there's an extra bed in my room.  You can just stay with me."  I say while getting my money out to pay for the food and coffee.  He smiles, "Alright, sounds good to me."  He checks his watch, "It's almost six o'clock.  We can go to the motel and change into some outfits that an FBI Agent would wear and we can go to the crime scenes.  The cops are definitely still there checking stuff out."  Sam suggests.  I nod, smiling warmly.  "Okay, perfect.  Let's do it."