the impala rumbled as it grazed down the deserted back rode sam instructed dean to take on the way towards northern virginia. they were on there way to a new possible case in none other the suburb of the nations capital.a ton of new muders were popping up everywhere and the only suspect the police has is soon as the headlines went up sam and dean were down and half way there in no time, with the idea that a revenge-wanting spirit was after past lovers.
"so what did you find about all the victims?" dean asked sam afetr two hours in silence.
"nothing, actually for once there is no sign for a reason for any of these women to be murdered besides Chris Jones being all being their past boyfriend."
"so nothing about past marriages or fiances or even vegas marriages?"
"nope, none of the victims were ever married or engaged according to inside sources-whatever the hell that means," sam replied obviously frustrated with a research dead end.
"damn it," dean always gets like this after driving for more than fifteen hours straight. The brothers had just finished a demon case ,on the opposite side of the coast, in california.
another what it felt like couple dozen hours later the boys were walking into their new home ,for the next couple of day, with their duffel bags and weapons to re-stock up.
"so tell me again the only lead we can come up with is the same one the stupid newspapers and magazines can come up with?"dean said while reloading his favorite gun.
" these writers arent as dumb as they used to be."
"yeah, well thats a load of bull."dean said. He hated being one step behind and not ahead. It made him angish, nervous, and scared that he might not be able to save lives."who's the next victim?"
"Um, the girlfriend chris jones had after maggie walice was....Hailey Chris for three months and then a sudden break-up-"
"just like all the others, right?"dean interrupted.
"yeah but the amount of time that the victims dated chris this guys just over-protective and possesive and these women just got fed up."Sam counter argured to deans though sam knew he wasnt picking a fight, deane was just queezy when it comes to not knowing.
"yeah maybe,"dean said, looking and feeling too tired to fight back and give sam a piece of his mind.
"so whats our cover today?"Sam asked dean as he rumaged through his id box. "i dont know it would be kind of weird to show up at this girls house as an FBI agent asking about a guy who killed himself."
"Reporters?asking about what she thinks of these accusations against her late boyfriend,"sam suggested.
"yeah, maybe that one would work if we were dressed as reporters,"dean said motioning to their blue's brothers suits the brothers had on.
"we look offical-"
'yeah, yeah, yeah lets just get this over with,"dean interrupted, too tired to argue over what there cover was just to ask this girl a couple of questions.
they got out of the car, slammed the doors of the impala, walked up the front walk of the house, and just as sam was about to push the doorbell, the door opened and out walked a suprisngly stunningly beautiful women with a pile of papers and books above her looked busy and irritated and didnt seem to notice the brothers until she turned around and slammed her pile of extraneous items in deans head.
"whoa!"sam yelled as the papers flew into the air.
"damn it!gosh i am so sorry i didnt see you there,"the girl said in reply to dean rubbing his head and sam scrambling to pick up the flying ran down the walkway to retreve the windblown papers as dean and the jumpy women picked up her books.
"i'm so sorry i didnt see you guys there.i'm just in such a hurry and lately i've just been so jumpy and crazy."
"it's alright i'm used to getting bumps on the are you off to with all this stuff anyway?"dean asked the girl.
"i work at a fashion magazine in the city. i'm a writer and wel as you can see stay up late at night and never get enough sleep to realize two guys on front door step,"she replied orgainizing her papers and books.
"i think i got all of got a little wet,"sam said as he walked up the path way with the papers he collected around the house.
"thats of them i dont even know what they are,"the women said taking the papers from sam and adding them to her unorgainized pile."so what can i help you with?"
"well, we are reporters from the local were sent to ask what you think about the accusations of your late boyfriend, Chris Jones,"Sam said as dean just stared at the women in front of him."If it isnt too much of a bother we were wondering if we could get an interview."
"But, you have to go to work so maybe we should stop by later,"dean said not taking his gaze off the beautiful girl in front of looked between the boys as if she just saw a ghost.
"no, i have time,i'm always late anyway whats one more day they can't fire me,"she said with no confidence in her opened the door for the brothers and led them through into her house.
"I'm Hailey by the way,"Hailey said putting her things down on the table in the front hallway.
"ahem, I'm Max greenwell and this is my partner Spencer McFinch,"Dean said speaking up for the first glared at him for the upteenth time about his crazy names and walked past him into the kitchen.
"sorry again for bumping into dont have to be all macho i know it you want some ice for your bump?"she offered already taking ice out of her freezer.
"nope im good,"dean said rubbing his bump, but she handed it to him anyway and placed it in his other hand.
"your welcome."
"thank you?"dean said starring at the dish rag with ice in it in his hand.
"so what did you guys want to know about Chris?"Hailey said, turning serious and sitting down at her kitchen table.
"Uhh, well what was your relationship like with him?"sam said stepping in to ake charge of the sat down next to her at the kitchen table and got out his notebook.
"well, we didn't date for that long, only a couple of months.I mean i never really loved him, we met at a bar and just hit it off from was nice and always paid like a a huge fan of PDA and was never he was a little overprotective."Sam gave Dean his i-told you so look and went back to the girl sitting next to him.
"How overprotecive?"Sam asked.
"he said he loved me after two weeks, never let guys look at me, or really talk to always locked the doors and made sure i was perfectly safe. he was like a father or crazy brother. Never really let me do anything."
"Did you ever notice anything unusual about him?"
"Besides being strangely overprotective, nope,"Hailey replied."But he was kinda obsessed with being always talked about marriages and getting married and being was like his dream to get married or after the third month he got down on one knee, said he loved me more than anything-which was a load of BS because he'd had a ton of other girls before me-,and asked me to marry him."
"And?"Dean said still holding up the dish rag to his now red bump on his head, at the kitchen island.
"I said he was crazy and it was too freaked out and sho0uted No, in the middle of a nice restaurant. Stormed out and the first thing that went through my mind was it was over and you know what i felt after that?relief, i was relieved that i had just broken up with my boyfriend, that this crazy marriage-lover man was out of my the next thing i know a couple months later i read in the newspaper that he slit his throat after his then girlfriend wouldn't marry him."
"what do you think of these accusations?"Sam asked after a moment of silence.
"well it makes perfect sense sure. All of the dead women only had two things in common. They dated Chris Jones and two none of them were married-"
"None of the vitims were married??"Dean interrupted."Why didn't we look into thaaaa..."dean drifted off as sam gave him a look.
"Anyway,"Hailey said,"you can't make anything of it, there was a suicide note and everybody has gotten over it. It's just sleezy reporters want to make people feel like crap again."
"Yeah, you got that right,"Dean muttered.
"Hailey, um this might sound weird, but um have you seen anything strangely weird lately?like unordinary?"sam asked.
"No, nothing too normal stuff."
"Well, call us if you do see anything freaky,"sam said handing her his card with information.
"Sure and you can stop by if you need any more information, but maybe you should step back and check if anyone is coming out of the door before you get to close,"Hailey said taking the opened the door for them and smiled as the brothers walked out the door.
"Oh wait,"Dean said stepping back into the doorway."Almost forgot to give you 't want you to be dish ragless,"Dean said handing the wet rag back to Hailey.
"You can keep it and wash off your car while your at it,"Hailey said glancing at the wet rag and then admiring the beautiully dirty chevy impala in front of her house."what is that at '67?"she asked stunning dean out of his wits.
"Uh, yeah,"Dean said awkwardly and walked backwards smiling down the pathway. He turned around impressed and smiled to brothers waved at Hailey as the car rumbled away down the street.
"I told you,"Sam said, when they were back in the motel room."He was just a possessive guy."
"Yeah, maybe. But I dont think so. He seems to wedding singerish to me."
"Wedding Singerish?"Sam said.
"Yeah, Adam Sandler wasn't possessive he just wanted to get married."
"But Chris was possessive."
"Yeah, well maybe he is trying to get back at all these girls because they wouldn't marry him."
"But, we don't know if he asked all these women to marry him,"Sam said.
"Well, go check wedding registration slips or ring reciepts. I'll go talk to the rest of the living women," Dean said.
"Whoa, whoa whoa whoa. Why do you get to go talk to all the pretty girls?"Sam said.
"Because i dont say girls, and women need a man," Dean said with a smirk on his face, already walking to the bathroom to change out of his suit.
"Son of a bitch,"Sam muttered.