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Windyfontaine: Yeah, that happens a lot, huh? Guess in a way, he was strangled. Glad you like it. Of course, you guys need to know what's happening next. Actually, until you mentioned it, I had never read it. It must've been a different Ghostwriter. I'm not. Only you could come up with something so thrilling, it's like reading a well-known and favorite book. You too.

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Sam, Jessica, and Dean sat a small table in a bar with drinks in their hands and a bottle on the table.

"Here's to a job well done," Dean said, raising a glass.

"Here, here," Sam agreed as he and Jess clinked their glasses with Dean's.

"I cannot believe what we're celebrating," Jessica stated after taking a drink.

"Don't worry, Jess. You'll get used to it after a while," Sam assured, refilling their glasses.

"Okay, okay. I've got one," Jessica announced. The brothers looked at her expectantly. "Here's to Sam actually grabbing the freak and destroying it…even if it was a little ruthless," she continued.

"I'll drink to that," Dean agreed. They took another drink.

"You know, maybe we should stop. We are heading out in a bit," Jessica reminded them.

"I think she's right, Dean," Sam agreed. Dean muttered something unintelligible. However, he pulled out some cash, as did the others.

"What are---" Jess looked at him in confusion.

"Hey, Winchester rules: all celebrate, all pay," Dean told her.

"Is that for real?" Jessica asked.

"Yep," Sam confirmed. "Mom came up with it after Dean refused to pay two weeks in a row," he continued.

"Jerk," Dean said, glaring.

"Creep," Sam tossed back.

"Now, now, kids. Be nice to each other or we won't stop for any ice cream," Jessica said. Dean and Sam turned to look at her and then burst out laughing.

"Okay, yeah. I guess that was a little childish," Dean chuckled. They left their money on the table and left. Jessica clung to Sam as they walked through the parking lot. She kissed him and he reciprocated the action. Dean shook his head and laughed. He was suddenly glad that they hadn't drank that much.

"Hey Dean, where we off to next?" Sam called, when he had come up for air.

"No clue, little brother," Dean responded.

"So, why don't we just drive around until we find something?" Jessica suggested in between kisses.

"That's not really the best way to find a hunt," Dean disagreed as they approached their vehicles, which were side-by-side. Sam gently pushed Jessica against the Impala so that she was lying against it as they kissed.

"Hey! Christen your own ride!" Dean exclaimed, eyes wide. He didn't mind his little brother getting laid. In fact, he was all for it. Just not in or on his car. Jessica made a noise of dissent and Sam immediately stopped, moving back so that she could stand up straight.

"I'm thinking we've had a little too much to drink," Jessica stated.

"Looks like," Sam agreed. They chuckled, and the younger Winchester stroked his girlfriend's hair. "Sorry, Dean," he apologized.

"Just don't do it again," was the response.

"And there ladies and gentlemen is Dean's way of accepting an apology," Sam stated. Jessica laughed.

"All right, all right. Let's go," Dean grumbled, getting into the Impala. Sam went to the glove box of his motorcycle, opened it, and grabbed their helmets, handing Jessica's to her. After strapping on their helmets, they mounted the bike. The Impala's engine revved and the bike soon followed suit. Then, the machines took off. Hearing the two engines roar, the bartender looked out the window.

"Interesting trio," he commented to himself. "Strange…but interesting."

THE END

WHAT'S HAPPENING NEXT TIME

Next time on Trackers: Dean gets a call from an old friend of their parents asking for help in vanquishing a malicious spirit. Are they close to finding the elder Winchesters? Find out next time on: Trackers.