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[still_shotgun]

Eventually Dean and I lost Dad's trail. I guess subconsciously I knew it was going to happen. We still got the occasionall call from one of Dad's old acquaitances, and we read the newspapers, and drove to whatever place was calling us. A vampire in the Midwest, some kid raised a zombie in Massachusetts. Old tricks. But now there was no driving

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[died_once]

After the hit in Kyoto didn't go as well as my employer had hoped, I decided to duck out of the business and find myself a real life

[still_shotgun]

I noticed the woman when she came in and sat down, but it didn't really register on my radar as anything out of the ordinary. She was striking, yeah, in a whole other category from the giggling college girls by the other wall, but really, just another person

[died_once]

"Ah, the old blank stare line. You have no idea how often girls get that one. Lucky for you, I believe you

[still_shotgun]

Well, that was sort of... overwhelming.

And I thought Dean and I could be perceptive. When we needed to be. I wonder what she does that's made her that way. Where she learned to notice things like that.

But also, she was intimidating as hell, so I doubt I'll be asking anytime soon. If ever.

I smile apologetically at the nervous-looking barista as she places a slice of coffee cake in front of me. She eyes me and practically runs away. Great, now I'm the scary one too. But the strange woman's right, the coffee cake does look - and smell - great.

But that still leaves a number of unanswered questions.

"Thanks," I say, and clear my throat. "But, uh - do you always do this? Usually, if there are people staring at me, I just ignore it until they go away." Or shoot them if they don't. "Not that I don't appreciate it, of course. The sandwich did kind of suck."