Snippet #1851059

Michael sat in silence the whole drive, thankfully it was only about five minutes. He had a tendency to go quiet whenever he was hunger or nervous.. Which almost always happened at the same time. Being hungry made him nervous.

He flew out the car as soon as it stopped, heading straight to the bar. Dean and Sam both watched him, eyes wide before shrugging it off. They were getting used to Michael's mood swings.

"If they were cremated, then all we gotta do is find something that belonged to them. Don't worry about it, we always pull through." Dean reassured her, giving her a pat on the back before following Mike inside.

Bars were always.. Loud and noisy, filled with sweaty drunks. This one was no exception. Mike had already found a table to sit at, relatively close to the back exit. He had picked up a lot of Sam and Dean's hunter habits.. One being always ready to run or fight, if he had to.

"Get him to calm down and try to have a little fun.. He's got a bigger stick up his ass than Sam does, and that's saying something," Dean whispered to her, giving a little wink and trotted off to the bar. He had set his sights on two girls that were already more than a little tipsy.. Hopefully getting one for Sam as well.