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Previously skipped: Dead in the Water, Phantom Traveler, and Bloody Mary…

As Dean pulled into a local gas station, Angel read the map from the passenger seat, "Okay… If we keep the pace we should hit Tucumcari by lunch. From there we go south and we're in Bisbee by midnight." She turned to Dean, "We can crash there until morning. Sound good?"

"Fine with me."

He nodded and she looked into the rearview to see Sam once again staring intently at his phone, "Sam, you good with that?" At his silence she frowned, "Hello?"

Dean raised a brow, "Sam wears women's underwear."

"I've been listening." He said as he frowned at his PalmPilot, "I'm just busy."

"Okay…" Angel turned to him questioningly as Dean got out to pump gas, "Busy with what exactly?"

"Reading emails."

"From?"

"From my friends at Stanford."

"You're kidding." Dean chuckled, "You still keep in touch with your college buddies?"

"Dean." Angel shook her head as she turned back around, "Leave him alone."

Sam bristled, "Why wouldn't I stay in contact with them?"

"I'm just sayin…" Dean came back over to his window, "What exactly do you tell them? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?"

"I tell them I'm on a road trip with my big brother and sister. I tell them I needed some time off after Jess."

"Oh, so you lie to them."

"Dean." Angel breathed out, "Didn't I just tell you to leave him alone? He can keep in contact with whoever he wants. Thats none of our business."

"And it's not lying." Sam frowned, "I just don't tell them… everything."

"Yeah, that's called lying. Hey, man, I get it." He laughed a little, "Telling them the truth is far worse."

"Technically you could call this a road trip." Angel pursed her lips, "Repetitive classic rock, bad junk food and bickering siblings… Those are all the ingredients for one."

"Yeah, well, we're not headed to Disney or the Grand Canyon." Dean countered, "So he's still lying."

"So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" He scoffed at Dean's shrug, "You're serious?"

He shrugged, "Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period."

"Please." Sam snickered before shaking his head and going back to his PalmPilot, "You're just anti-social. Hunters can have friends. Angels got a lot of friends. She's literally dating somebody."

"Okay." She put a finger up, "We're not dating, doofus."

"That's different anyway." Dean shook his head, "He's a hunter and i guarantee all the 'friends' she has right now are his friends. She's more anti-social than me."

Angel glared, "Didn't I tell you to shut up like an hour ago?"

"God…"

Dean knelt back down to the window as Angel turned, "What?"

"In this email from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine-"

"Is she hot?"

Sam pointedly ignored him, "I went to school with her and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but… it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case."

"Jeeze." Angel's brows raised as she turned completely around to look at him, "What kind of people they breeding at Stanford? These are your friends?"

"No, I know Zack." Sam shook his head, "He's no killer."

Dean turned a knowing eye on him, "Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you."

"They're in St. Louis." Sam turned to Dean, "We're going."

Dean chuckled at that as Angel shook her head, "Look, Sammy, i'm sorry you got a murder-bomb dropped on you just now but this isnt our thing. This is a cop thing." She motioned to the map, "I've got our kind of thing lined up for us."

"It is our problem, Angel." Sam pressed in frustration, "They're my friends."

"We can't do anything to help this guy, Sam." She argued, "Unless you want us to bust him out of prison. Which again, that's not our thing."

"Besides…" Dean backed her up, "St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam."

Sam kept his glare with Dean for a second before he gave in. Rolling his eyes he looked to Angel before putting the gas nozzle back on the handle and getting into the car. A second later they pulled out of the gas station and started driving towards St. Louis.

Rebecca's house…

The three Winchesters waited outside Rebecca's house as Sam knocked. A blonde quickly opened the door and grinned excitedly at the sight of Sam.

"Oh my God, Sam!"

He grinned, "Well, if it isn't little Becky."

She rolled her eyes and took him in for a hug, "You know what you can do with that 'little Becky' crap."

"I got your email."

"I didn't think that you would come here…"

Dean quickly stepped forward and extended his hand, "Dean. Older brother." She shook his hand as he motioned to Angel, who was already studying the fellow blonde, "Angel. Older sister. Much older."

Angel quickly pinched the back of his arm making him jump before shaking Rebecca's hand, "Nice to meet you."

The woman offers her a friendly smile, "Nice to meet you too."

"We're here to help." San nodded, "Whatever we can do."

She motioned as she held the door wider, "Please, come in."

As they walked inside Dean looked around at the huge house clad with expensive vases and paintings, "Nice place."

"It's my parents'." Rebecca explained as she led them through, "I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm gonna stay until Zack's free."

Sam looked down at her, "Where are your folks?"

"They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way home now for the trial." She led them to the kitchen before stopping by the fridge, "Do you three want a beer or something?"

Dean instantly smiled as he pointed at her happily, "Hey-"

"No." Angel cut him off quickly, seeing Sams glare already starting, "We're fine thanks."

Dean looked less than pleased but Sam caught her attention once more, "So…" He leaned on the counter offering soft eyes, "Tell us what happened."

"Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing. So he…" Her voice broke as she tried and failed to hold back the tears, "He called 911, and the police- they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could've killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police- they have a video. It's from the security tape from across the street. And… It shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight."

"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene…" Sam offered, "Zack's house."

Dean looked between them, "We could?"

"Why?" She looked to Sam curiously, "I mean, what could you do?"

"Well, me, not much." Sam motioned, "But Angel and Dean are both cops."

Dean laughed at that before recovering when Sam glared, "Detectives, to be exact. Actually-"

"Deans training under me." Angel interjected before Dean could get snarky, earning a glare, "He just started a few months ago."

"Really?" They both nodded, "Where?"

"Bisbee, Arizona." Dena answered, "But we're off-duty now."

"You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just…" She shook her head sadly, "I don't know."

"Beck, look." Sam studied her, "I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent."

She held his gaze for a second before conceding, "Okay. I'm gonna go get the keys."

As she walked away down the hall Dean whistled and turned to his brother, "Oh, yeah, man, you're a real straight shooter with your friends."

"Look, Zack and Becky need our help."

"I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean scoffed and turned to Angel, "I mean, right?"

She pursed her lips and shrugged, "Two places at once kind of sounds like it could be our thing. Plus, we drove all the way out here. We may as well sift through it a little."

Sam nodded, knowing he already won the argument, "We've looked into less."

Dean's shoulders dropped and he sighed heavily, defeated.

Zach's house…

Dean, Sam, Angel and Rebecca park the Impala and get out.

Becky looked between Angel and Dean, "You're sure this is okay?"

"Oh, yeah." Dean nodded sending a glare to Sam, "We are officers of the law."

Rebecca stayed on the porch steps as the Winchesters quickly entered Zacks house and spread out to look around. The furniture and walls were all smeared with blood and several things along the table were also soaked in blood.

Upon seeing this, Sam turned to his friend, "Beck, you wanna wait outside?"

"No." She quickly ducked under the police tape and entered behind him, "I wanna help."

Angel's eyes widened as she studied the mess before her, "Can you tell us everything the police said?"

Becky tried to contain her tears as she spoke, "Well… There was no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. And the lawyers- they're already talking about a plea bargain." She looked around the room and held herself as she started to cry, "Oh, God…"

"Look, Bec…" Sam caught her attention away from the wreckage and blood, "If Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?"

She shook her head but stopped once something came to memory, "Um, there was something, about a week before. Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes- Zack's clothes. The police- they don't think it's anything. I mean, we're not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed." She turned and walked with Sam as he came over to his siblings who were watching the neighbors house bark and howl wildly, "You know… that used to be the sweetest dog."

"What happened?"

"He just… changed."

Angel nodded, "You remember around when?"

"I guess around the time of the murder."

As she walked away Dean looked to Angel and she nodded, "Looks like we might actually have a case."

They joined Sam in the kitchen where he was looking at a picture of him, Zach and Rebecca on the fridge, "So, the neighbor's dog went psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed."

"Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal."

"Oh yeah." Angel nodded, "Maybe Fido saw something."

Sam looked pointedly between them, "So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?"

"No-"

"Maybe." Angel interjected, "We need to see the security tape before we make any decisions."

Dean turned to Rebecca when she walked over, "So, the tape. The security footage- you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it? We don't have that kind of jurisdiction."

"I've already got it. I didn't wanna say something in front of the cop." Dean chuckled as she continued, "I, um, I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself."

"Works for me." Angel motioned for her to lead the way, "Let's go watch it."

They all gathered in the living room of Rebecca's house as she played the security footage. Sam and Angel were more towards the front studying it as Dean hung back.

Rebecca's voice sounded from beside Dean, "Here he comes."

The tape showed Zack entering his house at approximately 22:04.

Dean noticed the timestamp and looked down to Rebecca, "22:04, that's just after ten. You said time of death was about 10:30."

"Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape's authentic. It wasn't tampered with."

Angel noticed something glint in the tape and quickly took the remote from her brother to play it again. Her face turned grim as she turned to Sam who also had a frown present on his face.

He turned, "Hey, Beck, can we take those beers now?"

"Oh, sure."

As she got up to go to the kitchen, Sam called after her and she turned, "Hey, uh… Maybe some sandwiches, too?"

She chuckled and shook her head, "What do you think this is, Hooters?"

As she left the room Dean smirked, "I wish." He got up and walked over to his siblings, "What is it?"

"Look at this…"

Angel rewound the tape and replayed it. One of the frames showed Zack looking directly at the camera but his eyes were bright silver.

She paused the tape, "Now that's not normal."

"It could just be a camera flare."

Sam shook his head, "That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen. You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul."

Dean looked to her, "Right."

"Okay, so Cujo back there probably saw whatever this guy was and it triggered him." Angel explained, "It could be some evil dark double or something."

Sam nodded, "Something that looks like him but isn't him."

Dean looked between them, "Oh, like a Doppelganger."

"Yeah. It'd sure explain how he was two places at once."