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“So, tell me again how the victim died.”

The blonde stared at the Detective before her who ran a hand through his messy red hair and let out a slow sigh, “Choking on rocks, apparently. As if someone forced them down his throat.” He stated, looking behind him as the young man was being zipped in a body bag and carted off. Deanna watched as well for a moment, wrote something down in her note pad before speaking again, “Did the crime happen here or elsewhere?” She asked and the redheaded detective nodded his head. “Yeah, he was walking back from a convention about a block from here back to his motel room when he suddenly started to choke and well…”

Deanna nodded, “Alright, just one last question and I’ll be set. Where is the convention being held?” She asked and the Detective replied, “McDane Suites.” He jerked a thumb in the direction. “The crowed isn’t too large but y’know, it won’t be easy narrowing it down.” The detective shrugged and Deanna gave him a fast smile, “Thank you for your help. I’ll keep in touch.” She stated, shaking hands with him before walking back to her car. Once she was in the driver’s seat, she made a quick call to Sam before speeding back to her motel.

An hour later and after a change of clothes, the elder Winchester did some research on the hotel and swore at the convention that was being held there. “Chuck, you are a dead man.” The blonde growled as the headlines expressed of the Supernatural convention being held inside the hotel and the list of events. “Shit.” She hissed, really in no mood to deal with a bunch of fans who have no clue that everything in the ‘books’ were real but she had a job to do. Rubbing her eyes, she weighed out her options before finally deciding to make the best of it. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” She muttered sarcastically, shutting the laptop and moving to get changed. 

Tucking her gun in the back of her jeans, Deanna looked into the mirror and just inhaled deeply, trying not to think about the hundreds who would be dressed like her at this damn thing. “I’ll say it again. You are a dead man, Chuck. A very, very dead man.”

The foreigner had heard about many things that came from America but this one was one of those things that he had been extremely interested in. Conventions and the Supernatural series, maybe because they remained him of home a bit but still he couldn’t wait to see the differences. He walked through the crowds calmly watching them some people were dressed up as the demons, the angels, hell even as Dean and Sam. It was…interesting to say the very least, his yellow eyes flicked about trying to spot that one person that would truly spark his interest. Mainly he was looking for the writer of the famous books but had yet to see him which was quite annoying to say the least. He gave a huff and messed with the necklace around his throat for a few moments when he spotted the blonde and very suddenly he found himself interested. Not because of her beauty, though she was quite marvelous, but because she seemed like the real thing. Not just by look but the way she held herself, he pushed himself away from the table he had been leaning on and headed towards Deanna.

He moved through the crowds with ease, almost as if it was practiced performance. Almost as if he had an extra appendage to help him keep balance through all this movement. He soon got over to the blonde and gave a flirtatious smile to the other. Showing off his some what sharp canine teeth. “Hello there.”

Parking her car somewhere far from the other Impalas that littered the hotel parking lot, Deanna stepped out and made her move to head inside the hotel with a deep inhale and prepared her self for the gawks and poor attempts to try and flirt with her. Once the blonde was in, everyone stared and whispered as she moved her way through the crowed. Her name rung in her ears from multiple voices and it was hard to tell if it was for her or another ‘Deanna’ so she ignored them all and took a heavy seat at a bar table. Ordering a Whiskey to keep herself sane, she watched the crowd for a little bit and was amused to find none was brave enough to talk to her. Good, they knew their place. Just when Deanna started to relax, she inhaled sharply at the flirtatious voice and sighed. Fuck.

Putting on a fake smile, the huntress turned to face the guy and his charming smile that looked a little too sharp. Huh, must be playing werewolf but at least he made it look both subtle and kinda hot. Not really wanting to snap at him, she merely grumbled in response, “Can I help you?” She asked, staring at him before grabbing her drink from the waitress and swallowing it down whole with a exhale. 

The shifter was able to pick up the waves of annoyance off the other with little to know effort, having been extremely tuned in with his senses. He watched as she ‘chugged’ down her drink and he kept his composure completely calm and cool hoping that his cool exterior and interior would rub off in the other and put her in a better mood. “Not really, just looking for a conversation with an interesting person to be honest.” He responded in a calm tone, his accent bleeding through his tone. Obviously a foreigner, that much was certain<small.

A small rumble of an almost cat like purr escaped him but he didn’t even register it, he glanced over to a waitress who had brought him a drink. He gave a nod of thanks before picking it up and taking a sip from it. Sake, decent sake for once he couldn’t help but be thankful for something so little. “You don’t look like most of the cosplayers here if I may say. You seem like the real deal- I mean not that I would really know the ‘real deal’.” He stated calmly, though in truth he would being a supernatural creature and all but still.