Breakfast

Half-asleep with his eyes shut, Sam groaned, "Go 'way, Dean." as he was shaken.

'Jerk probably wants to brag about how, "I get way more action than your boring ass ever will, Sammy."'

"No, c'mon Sam, wake up."

'Either Dean got surgery over-night or he sounds even girl-ier than Oprah.'

He mumbled as he opened his eyes,"Wha' sit ?" and saw that Jess stood over him.

Luckily for him, she looked amused before she leaned down, kissed him and said, "Well, S.A. Wesson, Detective Baker just called me. He wants to meet us for breakfast at the diner and then go examine the crime scenes."

"M'kay and S.A. White don't you look fancy." Jess's hair was pulled in a bun and she wore a dark-silver shirt, along with a calf-length black skirt.

She replied, "Have to say after all the hunting we've done, I'm starting to appreciate dressing up. I'm getting tired of having to wear shorts under a skirt all the time though."

He got up to kiss her deeply, murmuring, "Well, we could…stall for a bit."

"Sam !"

That made him laugh, "Kidding, Jess, kidding."

Jess smacked his shoulder, "You better be, Samuel Winchester."

That made him sigh, "I wish the Detective'd given us some alone time. We barely get any time that's really to ourselves now." He walked around the bed and over to the dresser; before he pulled on a dark-green shirt and pair of jeans.

'This is one of the times I wish Mom hadn't died; that Dad hadn't pulled Dean and I into this. Sure, we probably wouldn't have met Tom or Smith, but Jess and I would be able to get married without worrying about being hunted. Either way, I've got to find Jess a ring she'll like, all without her finding out…somehow. That'll be one of the few bright spots to this case.'

They walked down the stairs and he turned into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he joined Jess and Bobby in the kitchen. Bobby muttered, as he poured himself coffee without looking up, "Morning, y'all."

It reminded him of just after Dad'd gone to the hospital in Zion. Reminded him of those days when they'd been at Bobby's; when the man would make him and Dean pancakes for breakfast. Or when they'd almost be normal kids staying with Tom's parents. Or the day at Bobby's when Tom'd ambushed them. Chuckled again as he remembered Tom saying after they'd raced into the kitchen, "Hi, again, Mr. Bobby."

Bobby replied to Tom, gruffly, "That's jus' Bobby, you lil' rascal. Now all of you git until breakfast's done. Go, shoo…heh, kids." before they'd raced back out.

Realized that Jess was staring at him in confusion; he smiled in reply and then asked, "Where's everybody else ?"

Bobby replied, "They went to go question the new and old owners. You need a vehicle you'll have to take my truck. The cops announced the murders you two are helping investigate in the paper this morning."

Knew that when Jess hummed, "We really have to get a car of our own again, Sam. Why'd you have to sell the Vega ?" as they walked outside, it was a distraction from the horrid thoughts that wouldn't let them truly rest until the case was finished.

He responded with sigh, "We didn't have the money to have it towed after it broke down, remember ? Plus, Dean yelled at me when I called cause Neo vanished or something. The signal cut out in the middle so I don't what really happened to him." as she got in the driver-side. When she started the truck, he started pondering his former black-striped, yellow 1970 Vega.

'Sure, it was a crappy car overall, but it was my first one. Of course, Dean and Neo had to be in a freak, snow-bound Florida when she broke down. It's too bad they don't make a new, more reliable version. Or a reva - redone Charger, I'd get a yellow one.'

Jess nodded but was silent and his thoughts turned toward the grim. 'Jael Dillon signed a bill of sale for a restored black Vega minutes before she died. Apparently, the ink had only just dried when Casey Carrow found her dead on his lawn. It's a shame she'll never get to drive it now. Will her familykeep it and drive it like she wanted to ? There's so many things that could've killed her and Jade. There's got to be some way to narrow it down.'

Jael's short, olive-skinned body covered in the deep cuts invaded his mind. Except in his mind, the shredded organs were visible. Jael had dyed the tips of her hair red in contrast to her dark-green eyes. A morbid part of him had laughed yesterday when Doc. Johnson said, "Whenever I tried to close her eyes they kept popping back open, just like Miss. Shane's."

Honestly, that small part of him scared him. Jade Shane's hair had been black, Jael's original hair color was also black. Women with black-hair, olive colored skin and green-eyes seemed to be the killer's preferred victims.

As he looked up and realized they had arrived at the diner he felt like throwing up. ' I couldn't eat to save my life now. Why can't we just skip breakfast ?'

Jess gave him a worried look as they got out of the truck. When they walked inside a short, dark-skinned and balding man turned around and waved them over. Detective Baker smiled as he got up and shook both their hands, "I'm Detective Robbie Baker. Despite the circumstances it's nice to meet you, S.A.'s White and Wesson."

Jess slid into the booth, "Madison White and Dan Wesson, it's nice to meet you too Detective."

Sam nodded as he sat beside her and Detective Baker re-took his spot. Baker's gray-eyes wandered over his shoulder. Baker shook his head, "So, Johnson said you'd looked at Miss. Dillon and Miss. Shan's bodies yesterday. This is the oddest case I've ever had. There's no way that someone could have killed Miss. Dillon that quickly. It's a mystery to me. I don't know of a weapon that could cause lacerations in the organs and not break the bone, much less skin. How could they be cut up by a knife, yet not have obvious bruises from being crushed ?"

Jess added, "Plus, somehow they never fought back. For some reason they just let themselves be cut up. I can't think of any logical reason for that unless they were terrified out of their minds."

'Unless it was some Ghost, Demon or other thing that has telekinesis. Then they wouldn't be capable.'

Jess looked at him as if she'd thought the same thing. When he followed Baker's gaze he noticed the same black-haired woman who'd smiled at him yesterday. She even sat in the same spot by the door. 'How did she get there ? Who is she ?Does she know something ? We've got to talk to her.'

The woman smiled as she waved and left again.