Chapter 8:

Sam looked down inquisitively at the body as the morgue worker pulled the white sheet up to reveal the corpse's face.

"shit, he does look like your client!"

"Yeah, he does, so where are photos I asked for?"

"well..since you're not police you can't take any photos."

Sam pulled out his wallet and took out a hundred.

"how about now?"

"Take all the photos you want." the morgue worker said as he exited the room.

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Sam was snapping photos diligently when the loud blare of ACDC erupted from his cell phone.

"hello?"

"hi Sam, it's jess."

"hi, can we talk later, I'm kind of busy."

"busy doing what?"

"I'm gathering some evidence for Dean's case."

"you're doing what!

"jess I'm not going to argue with you, so either calm down or hang up."

A long pause followed Sam's words

"Fine." jess replied finally.

"jess, have you heard Rebecca's story?"

"I've heard it."

"And?"

"Frankly I think it's ridiculous. "

"jess..."

"Sam, are you really asking me to believe the bullshit that your brother told her? "

"jess.."

"don't insult my intelligence Sam, I'm not going to buy into this ridiculous little ghost story being peddled by your drifter brother."

"it's not a story, bye jess."

Sam felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. Once again he was being forced to choose between his family and a normal life-this time by the love of his life. Unfortunately for jess she hadn't realized that for Sam, family came first, and it always would.