Dean stops the car across the street and the three of us get out, all of us dressed as employees for the alarm system company. Dean gets a toolbox from the trunk of the car, and we proceed towards the apartment. "All right, boys. This is the place." I said as I push back a loose strand of hair out of my face.

"You know, I’ve gotta say Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." Dean grumbles then he smiles and looks over at Sam. "What was that play that you did? What was it – Our Town. Yeah, you were good, it was cute." He jokes and Sam sighs.
"Look, you wanna pull this off or not?" He asked.

"I’m just sayin’, these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Dean said.

"Whose?" Sam asked. "Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?" Dean asked and I shake my head. "You know, if you're that worried about money, you could always ask me. I've still got some cash, from my inheritance, left." I said and Dean shakes his head.

"No I couldn't do that. That's your money." Dean said.

"Well, offer still stands." I said as we approach the apartment.

"Thanks for lettin’ us look around." Sam said to the landlady as we enter the room. "Well, the police said they were done with the place, so…." She said as her and Sam move further into the room. Dean shuts the apartment door after us and I notice the chain on the door is broken then point it out to Dean, who nods.

We follow Sam and the landlady to the living room, where we see spots of blood covering the carpet. "You guys said you were with the alarm company?" The lady asked us. "That’s right." Dean replied.

"Well, no offense, but your alarm’s about as useful as boobs on a man." She said and I snort out a laugh while Dean and Sam exchange a look. "Well, that’s why we’re here. To see what went wrong and stop it from happening again." I said to her.

"Now, ma’am, you found the body?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah." She replied

"Right after it happened?" I asked.

"No. Few days later. Meredith’s work called—she hadn’t shown up. I knocked on the door. That’s when I noticed the smell." The landlady replied.

"Any windows open? Any sign of break-in?" Dean asked. "No, windows were locked, front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, we had to cut it just to get in." She replied and I nod, that explains why the chain was broken. "And the alarm was still on?" Dean asked her. "Like I said, bang-up job your company’s doin’." She remarks.

"You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?" I asked he landlady and she shakes her head. "Everything was in perfect condition—except Meredith." She replied.

"And what condition was Meredith in?" Sam asked her. "Meredith was all over. In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been some kind of a whackjob. But I tell you, if I didn’t know any better, I’d have said a wild animal did it." She said and Dean looks over at me and Sam.

"Ma’am, do you mind if we take some time? Give this place a once-over?" Sam asked her. "Oh, well, go right ahead. Knock yourself out." She said and she walks out of the room

Dean then opens his toolbox and removes the EMF meter. "So, a killer walks in and out of the apartment—no weapons, no prints, nothin’." Dean said. "I’m tellin’ ya, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." I said as the EMF meter beeps frantically. "I think I agree with you." Dean said.

"So, you talked to the cops?" Sam asked as Dean walks around the room and I follow him. "Uh, yeah. I spoke to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law." He said and I could see he had a smile on his face.
"Yeah? What’d you find out?" Sam asked him.

"Well, she’s a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean—wow. Oh, and she’s got this little tattoo—" he started to say, dreamily, then I turn around and flick his ear.

"Ow!" He said as he looks over at me. "Come back to Earth, loverboy." I said and he rolls his eyes and said. "Anyway, nothin’ we don’t already know. Except for one thing they’re keepin’ out of the papers." 

"What's that?" I asked him. "Meredith’s heart was missing." He replied and Sam and I look at him.

"Her heart?" We said, stunned. "Yeah. Her heart." Dean said.

"So, what do you think did it to her?" Sam asked him. "Well, the landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was—werewolf?" Dean suggested and I shake my head.

"No, no werewolf, the lunar cycle’s not right. Plus, if it was a creature, it would’ve left some kind of trace. It’s probably a spirit." I said while Dean observes the blood on the carpet.

"See if you can find any masking tape around." Dean said to us and Sam looks through the toolbox and hands the tape to Dean.

Dean uses the masking tape to connect each pool of blood. When he is done, the pieces of tape form an unusual symbol. "Ever see that symbol before?" Sam asked us. "Never." Dean said just as I said. "No."

"Me neither." Sam said and we exchange a look.

That night, we were at a bar when Sam and I find an empty table and sit down. Sam takes out his father’s journal and leafs through the pages when Dean sits down across from us. "I talked to the bartender." He said.

"Did you get anything?" Sam asked.

"Besides her number?" I added and Dean gives me an offended look. "(Y/n), I’m a professional. I’m offended that you would think that." Dean said, offended but Sam and I give him a knowing look.

"All right, yeah." He chuckles and holds up a napkin with the bartender’s phone number on it. "You mind doin’ a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam asked him and I chuckle as I shake my head. "Huh? Look, there’s nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn’t do or say anything weird before she died, so—what about that symbol, you guys find anything?" Dean asked.

"Nope, nothing." I said as Sam shakes his head.

"It wasn’t in Dad’s journal or in any of the usual books. We just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." Sam said.

"Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?" Dean asked and I nod and started to pull out a newspaper clipping. "Yeah. His name was Ben Swardstrom." I said as I hand the clipping to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal—the door was locked, the alarm was on." I said as Dean reads it over.
"Is there any connection between the two of them?" Dean asked. "Not that we can tell—I mean, not yet, at least." I said.

"Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common—they were practically from different worlds." Sam said.

"So, to recap, the only successful intel we’ve scored so far is the bartender’s phone number." Dean said as he smirks. I roll my eyes and shake my head as I turn to Sam, who seems to notice something at the other side of the room.

"What?" I asked him as Sam gets up and begins walking away. "Sam?" Dean and I said, confused, and we see walking to another table, where a young woman with short blonde hair is seated with her back to him. The girl turns and smiles at Sam and the two began to talk and I look over at Dean. "Do you know that girl?" I asked him. "No." Dean said and we began to walk over to them.

"Well, they’re not here right now, but what about you, Meg? I thought you were goin’ to California." Sam said to the girl, Meg as he called her, just as Dean and I come up behind Sam. "Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what’s-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar." She said.

"Who?" Sam asked, confused.

"Oh, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I’m living here for a while." Meg said and Dean clears his throat loudly, but he is ignored.

"You’re from Chicago?" Sam asked her. "No, Massachusetts—Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we’d run into each other?" She said and Sam smiles. "Yeah, I know, I thought I’d never see you again." He said. "Well, I’m glad you were wrong." She said and Sam nods.

Dean clears his throat again, louder this time, and Meg turns to Dean. "Dude, cover your mouth." She said and I look up at Sam. "Sam, are you gonna...?" I asked and Sam nods.

"Yeah, um, I’m sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother, Dean and my best friend, (y/n)." Sam said while Meg looks surprised. "This is Dean?" She asked and Dean smiles. "Yeah." Sam said.

"So, you’ve heard of me?" Dean asked her. "Oh, yeah. I’ve heard of you. Nice—the way you treat your brother like luggage." She said, hateful, and Dean and I look at her, confused.

"Sorry?" Dean said. "Why don’t you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God’s green earth." She spat and Sam places a hand on her shoulder. "Meg, it’s all right." He said and the four of us look around quietly, while I whistle lowly.

"Okay, awkward. We're gonna get a drink now." I said as I take Dean's arm and lead him away as he gives Sam a puzzled look.

"Who the hell was she?" Dean asked Sam as we walk out of the bar minutes later. "I don’t really know. I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don’t know, guys, it’s weird." Sam said.

"And what was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin’ about me to some chick?" Dean asked him, angrily.
"Look, I’m sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that’s not important, just listen—" Sam starts to explain but Dean talks over him.

"Well, is there any truth to what she’s saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" He asked, angrily. "No, of course not. Now, would you listen?" Sam said, exasperated. "What?" Dean growls.

"I think there’s somethin’ strange going on here, guys." Sam said. "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn’t even that into me." Dean said and I sighed. "Oh dear God." I groaned as Sam said. "No, man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead."

"Why do you say that?" I asked him. "I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You guys don’t think that’s a little weird?" Sam asked.

"I don’t know, random coincidence. It happens." Dean said as I shrug. "Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I’m just sayin’ that there’s something about this girl that I can’t quite put my finger on." Sam said while Dean smirks.

"Well, I bet you’d like to. I mean, maybe she’s not a suspect, maybe you’ve got a thing for her, huh?" Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes and laughs. "Maybe you’re thinkin’ a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean said as he points to his head and grins.

"I really need to get some female friends." I grumbled as Sam starts to become serious again.

"Do me a favor. Check and see if there’s really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can’t dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith’s floor." Sam said.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked him. "I’m gonna watch Meg." Sam said and Dean starts to laugh. "Yeah, you are." He said.

"I just wanna see what’s what. Better safe than sorry." Sam said as Dean continues to laugh. "All right, you little pervert." Dean laughs. "Dude." Sam said, exasperated, and I sigh and grab Dean's arm. "We'll get right on it, Sam. C'mon, horndog." I said as I drag Dean away and we cross the street and leave Sam.

Back at the motel, Dean was on the computer, researching Meg, and I was looking through some books about the symbol on Meredith's floor. Dean picks up his cell phone and dials a number then puts it on speaker.

"Hey." Sam answers. "Let me guess. You’re lurkin’ outside that poor girl’s apartment, aren’t you?" Dean asked. "No." Sam said, defensively, but we wait for another response.

"Yes." Sam said and I chuckle.

"You’ve got a funny way of showin’ your affection." I said and Dean laughs.

"Did you guys find anything on her or what?" Sam asked, annoyed, as Dean and I share a laugh. "Sorry, man, she checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don’t you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?" Dean said to him.

"What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean's comment. "Yeah, that we did have some luck with. It’s, uh—turns out it’s Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It’s a sigil for a Daeva." Dean said.

"What’s a Daeva?" Sam asked. "It translates to demon of darkness. Zoroastrian demons, and they’re savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes—kind of like demonic pit bulls." I said.

"Anyway, here’s the thing—these Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Dean explains.

"So, someone’s controlling it?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, that’s what we're sayin’. And, from what we gather, it’s pretty risky business, too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos." I said.

"So, what do they look like?" Sam asked. "Well, nobody knows, but nobody’s seen ‘em for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we’ve got a major player in town." Dean said then he smirks and says. "Now, why don’t you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" 

"Bite me." Sam spat and I snorted.

"No, bite her. Don’t leave teeth marks, though—" Dean said until I hear Sam hanging up. "Sam? Are you—?" Dean asked just as he hears the dial tone then hangs up his own phone.

“You just have to tease your brother, don’t ya?” I asked him. “Hey I’m just giving him advice on how to get a girl, I’m a pro at this.” Dean said and I laugh at this.

“Yeah, and look where that got ya?” I replied. "Hey, I got that bartender's number." He said and I chuckled. "Yeah, and I'm sure you did it without even trying." I said and he scoffs.

"Oh, you think you can flirt better?" Dean asked me and I look up at him. "C'mon, princess...show me what you got." He said and then a small smile forms on my lips. Dean raises a curious eyebrow at me and I give him my best seductive smile.

I slowly get up from the chair, not taking my eyes off of him, and start to walk towards him, while he gives me a confused but intrigued look. "You know...I noticed you staring at me across the bar. And if you're looking for a sign..." I said, in a very sultry voice, and I lean in real close to his face, almost nose to nose.

"...this is it." I said, softly, and I noticed his eyes never left mine and his breathing was quick and shallow. I smiled as I leaned into his ear and whispered. "How's that for flirting, handsome?" 

I kiss his cheek then stand back up and walk towards the restroom, adding a little sway to my hips.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean's heart was racing as she walked closer to him. She was giving him this look, a very sexy look that he's never seen on her face before, then she starts to lean towards him. His breath hitched in his chest but he tried to play it cool.

"You know...I noticed you staring at me across the bar. And if you're looking for a sign..." She said, in a very sultry voice, which made his heart skip a beat. Then she leans in real close to his face, he could feel her breath on his face. "...this is it." She said, softly.

It took every fiber of his being for him to not pull her in his lap and roughly kiss her once she said those words. The way she was talking was starting to drive him wild.

She smiled at him again then leans into his ear and whispered. "How's that for flirting, handsome?" She kisses his cheek then pulls away from him, leaving him stunned.

She walks towards the bathroom, swaying her hips as she does this, then enters the room and shuts the door. She's gonna be the death of me... Dean thought as he calms himself down.