"So, what do we know about this guy? I ask once we've been on the road a while.
Sam looks back and goes over everything he got while looking him up on his phone. "His name is Luke Dinners and he's a real estate agent in Oklahoma. He's gotten a few awards in that area but overall is a pretty lonely guy."
"Lonely?" I ask "how does that tie into anything?"
"Well, we don't exactly know what spell Rowena had you put on him. If he had any family, we could be dealing with more than just one person. But everything I found on the guy tells us it's just him." Sam explains to me.
I nod my head, happy to have someone here who's thinking properly. I can't help but notice Dean continuing to glare at me through the rear view mirror. It takes everything I have to ignore it and not yell at him with a snarky comment from the back seat. "Alright, that's good. Where do we find him?" I ask, continuing the conversation.
"We'll go to his office first thing in the morning. Dean and I will talk with him and you can go to his house and look for a hex bag there. When he eventually leaves we'll check for one there just to make sure we have something." He tells me.
"I'll go to the house with Jaclyn." Dean pipes up from where he was previously staying mute.
"No thanks, I'll be fine on my own." I retort back.
He snarls "I was telling, not asking."
He glares at me and I glare at him but I don't argue, knowing how much longer we have in the car ride together. "Okay, and once we find the hex bag, then what?" I ask. I know what I would usually do, but this is different. Something might of happened to this guy because of me. My brain running through all sorts of scenario's.
"We'll see what happened, figure out a way to undo whatever it is you did." Sam puts it simply, like it's all going to be easy and work out fine.
"It's a long shot." Dean huffs out from where he sits.
I roll my eyes "you didn't have to come Dean." He goes to speak up but I already know what he's doing to say so talk over him "ya, we know; you weren't going to let me go off on my own." My eyes roll again.
I can tell I annoyed him by finishing his sentence and he just puffs out some air and puts his attention back to the road. "We'll be there in a few hours Jaclyn, don't worry." Sam tries to encourage me. I give him a fake smile and a small head nod before laying my head against the leather and closing my eyes.
I wake up when the car door slams shut and I see Dean walking away. I turn my head to the passenger side and Sam is looking at me with a stupid grin "we're here." He says.
"What was that about?" I ask nodding my head behind me with a yawn.
Sam bites his lower lip before explaining "I think he may want to figure this out even more then we do."
"Pfft. Yah right!" I comment back.
Sam shrugs "let's get inside and figure this out, okay?" He asks with his perfect grin.
"Sure." I say back, wishing I could feel hopeful like he does. He opens the door for me and the two of us walk towards where Dean is now opening a door. We walk in silently while Sam sets up his laptop and Dean works at switching bullets in his gun "why are you putting witch killing bullets in there?" I ask him. As soon as the words come out, I realize he may be doing that so he can kill me. "Dean! What the hell?" I spit out, rage filling inside of me.
"Dean." Sam urges him to explain from behind me.
"Don't get your panties in a knot." He finally answers "If this is the guy Rowena set up, she may have tabs on him. If she figures out what were up to she may try to stop us."
"That won't work on her." I remind him.
He gives me a nasty glare "ya, no shit. But it'll slow her down enough for us to skip town." He elaborates.
I put my hands on my hips and keep my stare at him. This time it's me who has nothing to say back. Dean continues changing the bullets and I start to here the familiar sound of keys typing again. I turn towards Sam to see what I can do to help. "So, he'll be heading into his office in a few hours. I think Dean and I should hit him there, hard. Right when he gets in, he'll probably slip up and tell us something."
"Why are we going to treat him like he did something wrong?" I ask "isn't he the victim?"
"It's just how we do things." Dean responds back. Plopping down onto the bed and putting his arms behind his head "wake me up when it's time to go Sammy." he directs his brother closing his eyes to get some sleep.
I look to Sam for a better reason then that and he sort of shrugs "it's just, I was going through his bank accounts and he's come into a lot of money recently. More then what you'd get for commission on selling homes."
"So that means he's bad?" I ask him.
"No, but it means something. I don't know what but I'm not going to sit down and hold his hand if it is something and give him time and opportunity to get away." He explains.
"Fine." I say back, not liking it but knowing better then to argue. I go over and plop down on the other bed, taking a page out of Dean's book "wake me up when it's time, too." I say closing my own eyes. I'm not sure if I imagined it or not but it sounded like a small chuckle came from the other bed as I echoed his own words. I push the thought aside, knowing how angry Dean is with me, knowing it would take more then a repeat of his words to fix what I broke.