Dean and Marisa walked through the small town of Clyde, Ohio, looking for a decent food joint. After twenty minutes of walking around, they both stepped out of a diner, holding two bags filled with dinner and dessert.

"So, why are we in Ohio? I thought we were going to Iowa?" Marisa asked, as they walked to the car.

"We are, Sammy and I have to do something, and we should be outta here in a day or two," he said.

"A hunt?" she asked, opening the door to the car.

Dean looked at her for a moment. "How do you know about that?" he asked, as they got into the car.

Marisa rolled her eyes, "Dean, I've know your family for years," she said.

Starting the car, Dean pulled away from the curb and drove down the street, before making a U-turn and heading back in the direction of the motel.

"You may've known us for years, but you couldnt've figured that out by just hanging with us," Dean said.

Marisa sat back in the front seat and sighed, "Do you always have to be a jerk?" she asked.

He looked over at her and smirked, "I've been told it's my middle name," he said.

Shaking her head, Marisa faced forward and looked at the darkened road. "Sam told me. Two years ago."

Then she looked back at him, tears filling her eyes. "You can find what killed Christina, right?" she asked.

Dean sighed, nodding. "Possibly. I can't promise that'll happen right away. But we might be able to stop it from attacking again," he told her.

They pulled into the motel parking lot and parked right outside of their room. Getting out, they carried the bags to the door and Sam let them in.

"What took you guys so long? Im starving!" he said, as they set the food on the table.

Dean watched as Marisa slowly took his jacket off, laying it on the back of the chair. "Tough choice. It was either the diner or something from this run down Indian place," said Dean, looking at his brother. Then they sat down at the table, and ate in silence, enjoying every piece of their meal.

"So, Rissa here knows what we do," Dead said, glancing at Sam.

Marisa groaned, "Dean, don't!" she begged, before taking another bite of her burger.

Dean shrugged, "I'm not starting anything!" he said.

Sam and Marisa exchanged looks, and shook their heads. "Dean, I didn't tell anyone else," said Marisa, as she grabbd her cup of soda.

Sam nodded, "She's the only one I told. If I didn't trust her, I wouldn't have told her," he said.

Marisa looked at Dean and smirked, "I could be your like, information finder person, " she said.

Dean frowned and Sam snorted, "Our what?" he asked.

"You know, find mysterious deaths and search urban legends that match those deaths. And you two can go fight and do what you do," she said, with a shrug.

Sam laughed, "Hey, whatever makes you happy, Marisa." he said.

Quickly, Marisa got up from the table and ran to the beds, throwing herself down on one.

"Hey! What about your mess here?" Dean asked, as she started playing around on Sam's laptop.

She looked up at him and grinned, "Thanks for offering to clean up, Mary Poppins!" she laughed, before going back to work.