Dean drove, conscious of the unconscious Sam in the passenger's seat. D.C. was far enough away that he had insisted that Sam sleep. Unable to argue he had closed his eyes, and fallen asleep almost immediately.
Back at the lab Angela was waiting for the skull. "Can't she finish with the flesh already? I want to do it before Hodgins and I leave for dinner." She was in Brennan's office, complaining while Brennan looked at some X-rays.
"Cam takes a while with the flesh, that's why I'm here looking at some X-rays instead of on the platform looking at some bones." Brennan replied while looking at the victims left humorous.
"What does she need to do? We already know it's a cannibal. She better hurry and clean the bones." Angela was obviously irritated.
Brennan looked up. "I don't know why you're so irritated, but I think I found something," she looked once more at the X-ray. She got up quickly. "Cam can't clean the bones yet." Brennan started to hurry towards Cam's office.
Angela stood up. "What is it?" Brennan continued walking. "Sweetie!" Angela followed.
Brennan entered Cam's office. "I'm about to clean the bones. You don't have to keep checking up on me!" Cam told her irritatedly.
Angela walked in, losing some of her patience. "Alright, why are you in such a hurry?"
"Don't clean the bones yet! There are particulates on the humorous!" Brennan said almost frantically.
"What?" Cam asked, confused.
Brennan held up the X-ray. "There are particulates on the humorous, we have to get them. They could be pertinent to the case!"
Cam grabbed the X-ray, examining it carefully. Her eyes widened slightly. "How did I not see that?"
"Your not me," Brennan replied, finding the area with the particulates. Quickly she collected them, and set them on the table next to the body. "Now you can clean the bones." she smirked.
Angela sighed. "I'll take them to Hodgins." She picked them up and left the room.
"Will you let me clean the bones now?" Cam asked.
"Of course, why would I not?" Brennan replied.
Sam woke up to find the car was parked outside of a place called, The Royal Diner. He got out of the car, hoping Dean was inside. When he entered he actually looked at the place. There were stools along the counter, and tables along the wall. The table closest to the door was occupied by a married couple, the woman possibly pregnant. Dean sat at the far end of the line of tables, a slice of pie on the table next to a bacon cheeseburger and fries.
"About time," Dean took a bite of his burger. "You've been asleep for a while."
Sam sat across from Dean. "Is this it? D.C., I mean." He picked up a menu and began looking through the options.
"Yep," Dean's mouth was full. "After we eat we'll find a motel."
Sam looked outside and realized that it was starting to get dark when a waitress came to the table.
"What do you want?" she directed her question at Sam.
"Um, I'll have some soup," he replied simply as he closed the menu.
The waitress wrote it down, then left. "Really Sam? You ordered soup?" Dean sighed. "Man, you seriously need to order better food."
"Well to me, it is good." Sam retorted. "Now, where is the body, I'd like to see it so we can confirm if it's a rugaru."
"The body is at a place called the Jeffersonian. Apparently they're supposed to find out who did it. I say we go in the morning." Dean answered.
The waitress arrived and gave Sam his soup. "Anything else?" she asked.
"No thanks," Sam replied. When she left he turned back to Dean. "I agree, by the way. Do You know how much was left of the body?"
"Um, if I recall it's mostly bone. But there is some flesh." Dean thought.
Sam nodded, and ate some of his soup. "Let's hope there's enough to find out."