"Is it just me, or was she a little odd?" Dean asked once the woman's front door was closed.
"She's an artist by the looks of it."
"Yeah, but why ask me to stay there? Why not you?"
"I don't know, but there's definitely a case here."
"Agreed. Let's find this son of a bitch before he kills again."
"Or she."
"Right." They got into the Impala. "It's annoying me now."
"What?"
"That she drew me." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Maybe, for some reason, she finds you attractive."
"What do you mean "for some reason?" I'm incredibly attractive."
"Then, that must be why she drew you."
"How'd she finish so quickly, though?"
"Why don't you just go back and ask her?"
"Because that would be weird."
"So is this conversation."
"Shut up." Dean put in his Metallica tape, but Sam turned it off.
"Why does her drawing you irritate you so badly?"
"I thought you didn't like this conversation."
"Well, you started it."
"She started it."
"Just answer the question."
"I don't know. Maybe it's because we just met her."
"You've flirted with people we just met."
"Let's just discuss the case from now on. Okay?"
"Sure. So, do we think it's a demon?"
"What kind of demon goes around making people commit suicide?"
"And what about seeing the dead father?"
"Let's ask Cas." Dean pulled out his phone, and dialed Cas's number.
"Hello, Dean," Cas answered after a couple rings.
"Hey, Cas. Our case is a little confusing."
"How so?"
"Well, we talked to the daughter of the suicide victim. She said her mother was seeing her dead husband for a week before killing herself."
"That sounds like a vengeful spirit."
"Yeah, but she smelled rotten eggs at the house the day before," Dean added.
"So a demon?"
"But that doesn't explain the husband."
"Maybe it's a rogue angel committing the suicide for a depressed person."
"That's a comforting thought," Dean mumbled. "Hang on. I thought you and Hannah rounded up all the rogue angels."
"It's possible we missed a couple."
"Great." He hung up, and headed towards the motel.