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[So sorry! I got really behind on school work and suck and haven't been able to get to my computer until now!]

Sam sighed and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He hadn't been able to get a hold of Dean since they split up this morning. He locked the impala's doors and walked into the small town diner that seemed to double as a bar in some ways. He never really understood that. It was either a bar or a diner, you couldn't have both. He took a seat in a booth in a secluded corner and pulled his laptop out of the bag slung across his body. He was planning to do a little research while waiting on dead and what better time to do it then while getting a bite to eat. He glanced over the beer menu before deciding on a bottle and flipping over to the salad section. He had no idea what he had been shoveling into himself while his soul was gone. but he planned to make sure he could correct any damage he could.

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Abigail sighed and exited the house. So much for that informer. The trickster was supposed to be here; she had it on good authority that he would be. He fist connected with the siding before she sunk to the ground. It had been two years since the god had killed her sister in what the police had ruled a freak accident. They might be fooled, but she wasn't. She had seen the bastard as it happened. He giggle and and ate his candy as if he were at the cinema enjoying a good comedy. She would be so happy when she could finally see the light drain from his sorry little eyes.

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[No worries! I've been super busy myself. ]
Rosalyn wasn't the type of person who liked to wish something bad on another person. She wasn't the type of person to hold a grudge either, however, there was a first time for everything. And, when she looked up from her laptop screen as the bell above the diner's door rang, signaling that someone else had walked in, and she saw him her blood kind of ran cold for a second. That is, before it started to boil anyway. What was he doing here? Why was he back? Forget it. She didn't even want to know. She didn't even care. But, how dare he step foot in this town again after the shit he'd pulled! She was going to ignore him. That was it. Just pretend he wasn't there. Childish maybe, but she didn't really care.

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Dean was pretty damn sure that he knew what was going on in this town. All signs were pointing towards it being a trickster, though he knew now that he wasn't actually a trickster, it was freaking Gabriel, and if he was right, that was who was behind whatever the hell was going on in this town. He hadn't told Sam about his hunch though. He really didn't know why, maybe because he was still kind of worried about him. He didn't really know how he was handling having his soul back, and he was honestly pretty worried about his brother's well-being. So, he'd sort of sent him off to do some research just in case he underestimated the situation. He knew that Sam would be pissed when he found out what he was doing, but he was just looking out for his baby brother. That's how Dean saw it anyway.

Sam had an uncomfortable feeling as if he had been here before or as if he knew someone here. It wasn't that far fetched as he and his brother were often stopping in random live bars and hometown diners. According to Dead, the latter usually had the best pie. he decided on a chef salad and handed the menu back to his waitress with a small smile. He checked his phone for a message from Dean and sighed when it was blank. He glanced around the diner, the feeling not going away. He turned his attention to the laptop in front of him and pulled up a search engine. He doubted it, but he was hoping was some lore of people actually losing their soul.

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Abigail did a quick search on her phone for the nearest bar. After this disappointment, she was going to need a drink and a strong one at that. It was only two in the afternoon so she got a few odd looks from passerbys as she walked in but hey, as Alan Jackson once said, It's five o'clock some where, right? She sat at the bar and order a double shot of whisky and pulled her phone back out. There were only one or two other people in the establishment so she didn't feel the need to keep a close eye on her surroundings. She needed to figure out what her next move was.

@ zima.

Rosalyn normally wasn't one for childish behavior like this. When a problem arose, she usually faced it head on, but this was one that she didn't want to face. She didn't want to let it be known that someone had gotten the better of her, that someone had fooled her. That she'd actually let someone break down the walls she spent years building up around her only to have the one thing happen that she'd been preventing for so long because of those walls. So, in a way, she was avoiding the problem, but she didn't really care right now. If he didn't say anything to her, she wouldn't say anything to him.

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Dean knew that, if he was right, Gabriel would probably make his presence known soon enough. The cocky son of a bitch just had a way of doing things that way for some reason. Sam was off doing research and, more importantly, out of harm's way, and the eldest Winchester knew that he had some time to kill. On the way into town, he'd noticed a bar, so he figured why the hell not? He knew that it was a bit early to be in search of something alcoholic, but that had never stopped him before, so why would he let it stop him now? Walking inside, he made his way over, taking a seat on one of the vacant stools.

Sam gave a disgruntled sigh when the internet turned nothing up. He wondered for a moment if Castiel would know anything, but didn't want to give the angel a call. That was more his brother's thing. Speaking of his brother, Sam was craving something sweet and decided to enjoy a piece of pie in the older Winchester's absence. He closed his laptop and walked up to the bar, signaling for his waitress. He asked what his choices were and pondered over them for a moment before deciding on apple. At least then he could trick himself into thinking it was healthy.

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Abigail sent the text and locked her phone before she ordered another double shot just as the door opened behind her. She resisted the urge to look at the new arrival and started sipping on the liquor in her glass. Just because she could drink like a man didn't mean that she felt the need to do so. She decided the music needed a few adjustments so she sauntered over to the jukebox and started flipping through it.

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Despite everything, there was at least a small part of Rosalyn that wanted to say something. She wanted answers, wanted to know why he'd done what he had done and why he was back in town. She didn't know if he'd seen her though and, if he did, he hadn't even given her a second glance. The thought of that being the case caused a surge of angry to course through her body. Was she really that unimportant to him? Was she really that easily disposed? Had it really meant nothing to him?

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Dean ordered himself a shot of Bourbon, stealing a quick glance over to the girl seated next to him. He quirked an eyebrow when he saw what she was drinking. She was tiny though, based on what he assumed she was drinking, she could hold her liquor. He didn't say anything to her though. Something told him that she had reason to be drinking something so strong and so early on in the day. He was sure that he'd strike a nerve if he said something. He sipped his drink once the bartender set the glass down in front of him, sending a flirtatious smile the busty blonde's way before his attention shifted back over to the brunette as she crossed the room and headed towards the jukebox. Hopefully she'd put something good on, none of that bubblegum pop crap.

Sam sat back down with his pie and ate it slowly, mostly because it was way too sweet for his tastes but he also didn't want to sit in the motel room alone for hours on end. That would drive him crazy to the point of looking for Dean and he knew that would just lead to a fight between the two of them. He wasn't sure he had the mental capacity to deal with his older brother being a complete ass at the moment.

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Abigail spent a few minutes looking through the song selection before choosing one. She walked away as the song Bad Company began to play. She softly nodded her head along with the beat as she made her way back to her seat at the bar, across from the muscular brunette that had walked in a few moments ago. She ordered another drink and kicked it back.With another glance at the man next to her and raised an eyebrow. "So what's got you drinking so early, huh?" She asked.

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