Come Thursday, Dean was already sick of investigating the town for a way out. The longer he went without finding one, the more he felt the darkness inside swallowing him. He had to find a way, to kill Abbadon and save his world... but more pressing for him was the Mark and it's demand for blood. It was getting to the point where he just had to kill something, like a neglected addiction.
He didn't understand it, but he knew something needed to fill the void, which was how he'd found himself at the local bar. One addiction to quench another. Though, once he walked through the doors, his attention was immediately placed into something else. A girl, reading alone.
After a few moments of indecision in the doorway, he walked right up to her with somewhat of a forced smile. "Hey, I don't think we've met, but I like your getup."