The next morning

"So, what are you guys going to hunt next?" Jamie asked.

"Not sure. Sam?"

'Sam' wanted to get as far away from Pennsylvania as possible. Jamie would be less likely to leave when she was away from the familiar and he didn't want to be anywhere around if they found the other Sam's body. "There have been some strange deaths in San Diego. Teenage couples go to this one spot to make out and the guy ends up at the bottom of the cliff. The girl always says the same thing. A man appears and says how dare you do this to my daughter, and lifts up the boy and throws him about 50 feet to the cliff. Then he disappears. Of course the cops think that they're nuts. I did some research last night, while you guys were, you know," Sam paused and then continued with the story. "Twenty years ago a man accused a teenage boy of raping his daughter. The kid was the son of some rich politician and it was all swept under the rug, until the girl ended up killing herself. The dad and the slimeball kid disappeared. Rumor had it, the dad killed the kid and then either killed himself, or took off to live as a hermit somewhere."

"Now, it sounds like he's back and trying to protect his daughter the way he couldn't when he was alive," Dean summed up.

"Yep."

"San Diego. That's a long way from here," Jamie said, doubtfully.

"If you don't want to come…" Dean trailed off. He had been a little upset when Sam had suggested that she tag along, but now he was glad.

"No, I do," Jamie decided. "Let's go."

They packed up and piled into the Impala. 'Sam' was trying to figure out his next move. He had made up that whole case, so now he needed to complete his task of winning Jamie for himself before they reached California.

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Sam realized he had no way to figure out the passage of time. He could have been down here for hours or days. With no windows, he couldn't tell whether it was night or day outside. He assumed that since his clothes were missing, the shifter had taken his shape. Before Dean had gone to Hell, he would have had no doubt that Dean would have figured out that the shifter wasn't him and would have come looking for him. But, now, there was a distance between them. Sam had changed. He knew he had, and Dean knew there was something different about him. It wouldn't be so easy for Dean to be able to tell the real Sam from a fake Sam. He accepted the fact that he was probably going to die in here. He just hoped Dean was safe.

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They spent all day in the car. They didn't even stop for lunch, only ran through a drive-thru. Of course they stopped for a gas and bathroom breaks a couple of times, but basically, they spent 15 straight hours in the car. "You guys do this every day?" Jamie asked.

Dean had been planning on driving another hour to make it an even 16, but pulled over when he saw a motel. Jamie seemed like she was getting sick of being in the car.

"I'll go get us a room," Dean said.

"We're going to share a room?" Jamie asked.

Dean wrinkled his brow in confusion. "You want your own room?"

"I meant him," she said indicating Sam.

Dean shot Sam a look. He was looking back at him. "We don't have enough money for two rooms," Dean said, unwilling to choose a girl over his brother.

"OK," Jamie said.

Dean went in to register for a room and Sam and Jamie stayed out by the car. "It's nothing personal," Jamie said, feeling bad that she may have hurt Sam's feelings. On the other hand, it seemed a little weird that the 3 of them would be constantly sharing hotel rooms.

"Tell you what? After we get settled, I'll take off. See if I can find a girl to go home with myself."

"Thanks," Jamie said.

Dean came back out and they lugged their stuff into the room. "I'm going to take off," Sam said. "Don't wait up."

He left.

"That was sweet," Jamie said.

"Yeah," Dean said, realizing how out of character this was for Sam. Maybe from now on they should get two rooms, so Sam wouldn't feel the need to hang out at bars where he would be uncomfortable.

Then all that went out of his mind as he and Jamie fell down onto their bed.

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'Sam' walked into a bar trying to figure out what he should do. He wanted to get Jamie to fall in love with him. He could tell that she wouldn't be into a "monster." Where did people get off labeling him anyway? Just because he had an odd ability didn't make him a monster. That's why he liked those old monster movies. Those so-called monsters were largely just misunderstood.

He thought he was a lot like King Kong. He was in love with a beautiful girl, but the world couldn't understand that. Wouldn't allow it to be. Well, this story was going to have a different ending. He would get the girl and she would want him back. She would see that he had a heart and a soul just like everybody else. He just had to break her from Dean's grip first. He had momentarily thought of taking Dean's form and killing him, but he wanted Jamie to love him, not love who she thought was Dean. She didn't have any feelings about Sam, so if she fell in love with him as Sam, she would be falling in love with him.

He knew what he had to do. He would do it tomorrow night.

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Sam's stomach was growling. He grabbed one of the bottles of water and drank from it. It was so not helping. He just wanted some food. He lay down on the cold floor and went to sleep.