Dean Winchester parked his 1967 Impala on the first decent restaurant that he spoted in that haunted town. Haunted was a adjective that Dean himself have given to Mystic Falls, because he couldn't stop having that bad feeling about it. Yes, he was there for some "animal attacks" that were clearly made by vampires, but he still believed that he would find something much greater than a simple vampire nest. Much greater and much more dangerous. That very same day, he had been in multiple occasions really close to call his little brother and ask him to come and help him, but he was too proud for that. He couldn't do that after the fight they had. Anyways, he had been all morning on the morgue looking at the dead bodies and he now needed some time to relax and eat a big hamburguer full of fat. The "Mystic Grill" seemed as the perfect place for it. He would just sit there and think about anything but all that supernatural and brother fighting crap he had to deal with. And, who knows, maybe ask for the waitress phone number, now that Sammy wasn't around to bother him. It sounded like a really nice plan. When he walked in the place, his perfect little plan vanished as the feeling that had been following him the whole day became greater. He tried to ignore it, trying to convince himself that it was just because of being in a mission all by himself after all that time. He sat down and hoped for a hot waitress to appear.