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𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗇 1𝗑19 - 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲
▬▬▬ DEAN AND A YOUNG WOMAN lean close together at the bar.
"Seven, Four, Two Zero."
Dean is typing the number into his phone. "Seven, Four, Two, Zero. All right, you're in there. Perfect. So is that Brandy with a 'y' or an 'i'?" He asks.
Sam and Elena sit at a table strewn with papers. Elena gestures to Dean, who gives her a 'wait' gesture as he laughs at something the woman whispers. Elena gestures again and Dean's smile drops.
"All right, listen, I gotta go. Hold that thought, I'll be right back, okay?"
He approaches Sam and Elena, holding three beers. He hands them over.
"Alright, I think we got something." Sam says.
Dean glances back at the bar, "Oh yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one."
"So what are we today Dean? I mean, are we rock stars, are we army rangers?"
Dean grins. "Reality TV scouts, looking for people with special skills. I mean hey, it's not that far off right? By the way, she's got a friend over there. Possibly hook you up. What do you think?"
"Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates."
"Yeah you can but you don't."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"If Elena can get dudes to fall for her maybe we should too."
Elena slapped Dean's arm.
"Okay sorry."
"Anyways, Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all..."
Dean is distracted, continuing to check out women in the bar.
"Dean focus!" Elena blurted.
"No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside. "
"Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department." Dean says as he drinks his beer.
