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It was annoying. My god was it annoying.

Sam can't even look me in the eye anymore. Another hour of this and I swear I'm gonna kill somebody.

It started with a ring. A ring I found at a pawnshop in the middle of nowhere Colorado.

We weren't even on a case, I just stopped by cause the woman behind the counter obviously wanted something from me. So while Sam was off doing his geek thing I decided to engage in some flirting. I almost got to my punch line when I spotted the ring in a box full of dirt encrusted junk.

It looked ordinary, just a thin band of metal barely big enough to fit my index finger. So I tried it on. It fit snugly on my finger and thus I decided to buy it. Why? I don't know why, it just looked cool I guess. I took it off again and asked the woman behind the counter how much?

"For you sugar, it's free", she was leaning over the counter, giving me a gorgeous view.

"Must be my lucky day" I winked at her and gave her my most dazzling grin as I slipped the ring back on.

"See ya tonight" I purred as I made my way towards the door.

I stopped when I heard giggling. The woman behind the counter had her hand pressed over her mouth, looking as if she were struggling to contain herself. I shrugged it off and left the store.

That had been my first clue.

The second came when I stopped by the diner to pick up dinner for Sam and I. It took three tries to place my order because the man was laughing too much to hear what I was saying. His face was read and tears were brimming at the corners of his eyes as he suppressed the laughter he felt at me saying, "can I have an extra fork".

By this time I knew something was up. I resolved to ask Sam if someone dyed my hair without me knowing as I left the Diner behind.

I opened the motel door to Sam speaking.

"Hey, I think we might have something going on up in Washington."

"Oh yeah? What'cha got?" I asked as I tossed our dinner on the desk beside Sam.

I heard an amused snort from Sam the moment the words had left my mouth. He was trying to hide a grin but was failing spectacularly.

"Oh come on not you too!"

Sam broke into a grin and began laughing all the while trying to keep his mouth closed.

"Seriously, what! What could I possibly be doing that's that funny!"

Sam doubled over the desk trying to contain his mirth. The more I talked apparently the worse it got, SO I decided to stop talking and wait for an explanation.

Sam finally pulled himself together, his face red and eyes glistening with tears. I looked at him expectantly.

"Dude", he finally began talking, "why do you sound like that?"

"Like what!" I was exasperated now.

It took all of Sam's willpower not to laugh again. "Like a per-pubescent chipmunk", and with that he began howling with laughter again, hunched over his desk trying to contain himself.

And with that, the torment began.