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Chapter 3

Dean looked quickly through the big pile of books in front of him. The town was clean, there was no freak accidents in the history, or any strange deaths.

"Maybe it's not the town or the motel that's haunted..." Jo said thoughtfully. She was sitting on a big sofa next to Dean.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"What if it's a person, or an object, that the spirit is holding on to."

"That would explain why the deaths haven't started until now..."

"Deaths? Dean, these couples could still be alive, you know. There's no evidence that they would be dead."

"There's also no evidence that they're alive."

"C'mon Dean! Can't you even consider the possibility that sometimes you could hope for the best?!"

"Sweetheart-"

"Don't call me sweetheart."

Dean sighed.

"Jo, I've hoped for the best, but then I learned that it never happens."

"Never?"

"Not a single time."

"So you don't think that I'll survive if this ghost gets me?"

The question surprised Dean. He had already told her something that even his brother didn't know. He was letting his guard down. Jo looked at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Dean smirked at her.

"I'll think you'll survive, because the spirit won't get you." he said. Jo sighed, she thought he was showing his vulnerable side, but no. He was the same, cocky dick he had always been. Dean waited for her to answer, but she just continued reading a book about the motel. Dean sighed, he was hoping for her to say something. He felt kinda ashamed with himself. No one, not even Sam had seen him at his most vulnerable state, and he wasn't ready to let Jo see him like that. Not yet.

Sam had been looking for something that would explain the what they were hunting. He, just like Dean and Jo, hadn't found a thing. There was nothing special with the town. After three hours of reading facts about the town, he decided to look if there was anything special with the workers in the motel. After three hours, he had narrowed the suspects down to two, both men.

Timothy Kernel, a twenty year old guy who moved here a few weeks before people started to disappear. He worked as the cook.

Paul Watkins, a local shop owner who worked part time in the motel as a janitor. His brother and his wife were the first one to disappear, and he had been there when the disappearances took place.

Sam couldn't find anything else that was weird with them, so he decided to take a nap. After all, he had been working all day. He looked at the digital clock that was on the table next to his bed. 21.33.

Sam decided to call it a night, Dean had his own keys to the room, he would be fine. With a yawn he took of his jeans and t-shirt, leaving on nothing but his boxers. He laid down on the bed, and pulled on the covers. He fell asleep after a few minutes, and started to snore loudly.

"Jo..." Dean said. They were sitting in his car, driving back to the motel. They had found nothing, and both of them were tired.

"Yeah?" she said, and opened her eyes. She had almost fallen asleep, her nose buried in the leather seat that smelled like Dean.

"I'm sorry. You know, for behaving like an ass and stuff..."

Jo smiled, he was starting to show more of the real Dean. The one she liked.

"Don't mention it. It's okay. I shouldn't have been angry at you for something like that in the first place."

"Good. So we're cool now?"

"Yup."

The drive to the motel seemed to last forever, and Jo fell asleep. She woke up when Dean parked the car in the parking lot next to their motel.

"We're here. Now lets go and try to get some sleep, huh?" he said with a grin. Jo smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I could definitely use some sleep right now. I'm exhausted." she said. They walked to their room and opened the door. Dean thought that he would see Sam looking for information on his laptop, but instead he saw Sam, sleeping on the bed with a smile on his face.

"He's probably dreaming of something kinky.." Dean muttered. Jo chuckled.

"There's only one bed left..." Jo said and laid herself down on it. "I guess we have to share princess." she continued and put the blanket on. Dean smiled.

"Yeah, I guess we do." he said and laid down next to her.

"Goodnight Deano."

"Goodnight Jo."


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