A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait (and the short chapter)! I've been pretty busy with work and things but I promise I won't make you wait this long for the next chapter! Bear with me, things are about to get INTENSE!
(Sam's POV)
Everything about Lizzy Styles screamed suspicious to me. Her attitude, her seemingly worthless house protected by an alarm system, her obvious infatuation with Dean from the moment we got here. But, save Dean, there was no hunter whose advice I trusted more than Bobby's. When Dean had said that a hex bag under the pillow was too easy, I'd brushed it off – he'd been using every excuse in the book not to suspect Lizzy of witchcraft. But to hear Bobby say the same thing, I'd realized they were probably right. A witch would have to be pretty inexperienced to make that mistake, and given that our witch was performing powerful dark magic, that was highly unlikely. So I decided to humor Dean, moving my suspicions to Kate, as well as Lizzy.
Sitting back at the motel, I pondered the best way to approach the situation while Dean scowled at his computer screen. "Okay," I finally said, prompting him to look up, "your point was valid."
He raised an eyebrow at me, and I sighed. "Kate's worth checking into." I smirked, watching him shoot his fist in the air when he thought I wasn't looking. "But, Lizzy's still got something to hide. She's not off the hook yet."
"Okay," Dean shrugged, sounding a little more cheery than he did earlier in the day. "So you check out Kate and I'll snoop around Lizzy's."
I shook my head."Not a chance, Dean. You're way too invested in proving Lizzy's innocence. I'm investigating Lizzy. Alone. You're going to Kate's." Dean didn't look pleased with this, but I knew he would only get in the way if I let him come with me.
"That's stupid, Sam. Two people get the job done faster – we should just search both houses together."
I scoffed. "Can you honestly tell me that your emotions aren't getting in the way of your judgment with this, Dean?" He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. "I suspect Lizzy, so I checkout Lizzy. You suspect Kate, so you search her. We're both determined to prove we're right, so at the very least we'll be more scrutinizing than usual."
He licked his lips, folding his hands and thinking. "Fine. When do we hit them?"
"Well," I started, scrolling through the webpage in front of me, "according to Kate's Facebook page, she'll be at a church group meeting tonight."
"And Lizzy?"
I tossed him his cell phone, which was on the table next to me. "Call her."
"What?" He looked at me, confused.
"Call her. Arrange to meet. Tell her to go to the bar. By the time she figures out you're not coming, it should be long enough for me to search her house."
He glowered at me, but I nodded at the phone and he proceeded. "Alright, it's done," he said as he hung up. "So I guess now we wait."