Dean was heading back to the motel room with only one thing on his mind: get Charlie back. He couldn't think about anything else. It was a miracle that he was capable of getting back in one piece without having driven off the side of the road.
By the time he pulled up to the motel it was about 8:00 at night. The light was on, and he could make out the faint shadow of his brother pacing back and forth while Charlie was sitting at the table reading something. All of a sudden, Dean was rushed by a wave of jealousy. He didn't know where it had come from or why, but all he was registering was that Sam and Charlie were alone in the room. He was a little relieved that they seemed to not notice the other.
Charlie had been startled when Dean came in while Sam only looked up. Dean was a little skeptical as to why Charlie had jumped. She must be guilty of something. They probably fucked each other while I was gone, thought Dean angrily.
"Did you find anything at the cabin?" asked Sam.
"No. Did you get anything from the police station?" asked Dean trying to act like his recently normal, mopey self.
"Actually, yeah. We found out a part of what they have in common," answered Charlie.
"It turns out each guy did something to get his girlfriend, or wife, or whatever, to break up with him which triggered something that caused him to go and kill her," continued Sam.
"And, all guys died soon after from some heart complications even though they have no history of heart problems," said Charlie. "Since this is kind of a common thing in a big place like this, we still have to find out more about what the guys have in common besides their break ups and the cabin."
"So, tomorrow, we're gonna go and look for any more similarites as well as look for any spirit that has the power to turn people psychotic. I don't know about you guys, but I'm kind of hungry," said Sam.
"Yeah, me too. I'm in the mood for pizza," said Dean. "Let's order in."
