Dean and Sam were on Chicago, once again hunting, looking for what killed the girl that was all over the newspaper, that’s how they ended up in the bar where she worked as a bartender.

Indeed, she was your coworker and friend, the night before she was killed you left her a voice message hoping to hear from her the next day but you never did.

There Dean was, sweet talking to you to found more about this girl, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this; flirting with a pretty girl in a bar late at night.

“What time do you get off, hm?” Dean asked to then take a sip of his glass of whiskey.