The Lunatic Cafe

Since Xander woke up that morning he spent a majority of the day in hiding. Cut off from the world.

Turned off his phone, didnt even turn on his computer.

It was his birthday.

His 30th.

So he went into stealth mode most of the day, but with less than an hour left he decided to come out into the world and into the cafe.

After getting a drink from the bar, he heads outside to enjoy the night air for what remained of his birthday.

When everyone's (well almost everyone's) favorite resident psycho entered the cafe, no one would think something was amiss. And as a matter of fact, nothing was amiss for the moment. Her usual cheery smile was on her face, making it no wonder why people had no problem approaching her. And that same attitude would resume until Sheri decided to claim a table and fiddle with her cellphone. It was then she noticed a text message sent to her phone sometime recently with a picture file. At first Sheri was excited, figuring it was just a silly picture from one of her equally silly friends. That was until the picture loaded.

It was then that the Korean cutie let out a scream of bloody murder.

Was that really...?!

Immediately she typed in her brother's cell number, ready to continue to scream, but this time there would be words involved. That was if she could manage to form them. Unfortunately his phone went to voicemail. So she did the only thing she could do. Shrill into it her disbelief, "JUTO KIM! H-HOW! WHY?!"

Of all people! Her own flesh and blood!

Through the tears and wtfery, Deina somehow managed to survive anything the Nexus put her through. And as luck would have it, the craziness and uncertainty that was her life for the last few years was mysteriously (conveniently) gone. Now she entered in the Cafe with a bill in hand, searching it over with an incredulous look, "Two-hundred and fifty dollars? Really?"

Taking a seat at the bar, she rummaged through page after page before complaining some more, "I mean, who spends that kind of money on porn?"

The asian knew her man sometimes was gone for months at a time with his duties, but that gave no excuse to run up a two-hundred and fifty dollar bill. If she didn't know any better, she would have guessed Imp 13 was behind this. Hmm. An interesting possibility. She'd have to de-wing that little freak. Was she missing a credit card?

Spinning the simple, silver wedding band on her finger, she just couldn't believe this bill. Imp 13 or no, that's a lot of freaking porn.

It was easy to miss a shift in the shadows when someone wasn't looking. And people rarely looked under tables. This made it a perfect spot to crawl from the shadow and shake dust from an old leather jacket. The beanie and jeans were just as covered but looked to be in good condition. The shirt was neat and pressed. Looking up, he scanned the room behind his sunglasses. He was searching for someone.

When the person proved not to be in immediate sight he cleared the table and stood. A short walk and he was at the bar. He picked up a paper napkin and pen and started to try to compose a note.

Everyone's favorite "porn star" (who actually was not a porn star at all) had been missing off any of the Cafe's radars for a while. It was as if she was around one day and not heard from in months the next. But now, here she was, wandering in with a confused expression on her face. She seemed as dazed as she was the first time she stepped foot in the Cafe years ago. Only this time, at least she was lacking the mech suit. Baby blue eyes that seemed unheard of for a woman of Japanese decent traveled around. She recognized the place... yet didn't. It was like the word at the tip of your tongue but you couldn't speak for some reason. Strange. Was this some weird reoccurring dream? Reaching to pinch herself, she muttered, "Ouch. That definitely hurt. So why does that guy over there still have two heads...?"

*Dean arrives in the cafe, outside at least. He drives up into the parking lot in his shiny Impala. Sam was fast asleep at the hotel. They had just finished taking out a demon that lured men to hotel rooms and ate their organs.*

"Man that demon chick had some killer legs," Dean thought aloud as he turned off the car and got out.