Chapter 2:

Sam and Dean both showed the cop at the front desk their badges. "Agents Pineda and Schon. Police and autopsy reports for the Davidson, Tyler, and Johnson cases please." Dean said. Sam nodded a bit. "Sure." The cop replied as he stood and went back to check with a supervisor. A few minutes go by and the police officer returned, carrying a stack of files. Dean grabbed the stack from him. "Thanks." He said. The two leave the building and start back toward the motel.

"So, you wanna take one half and I'll take the other?" Dean asked as he handed Sam half of the large stack. Sam gladly took it and was surprised by the weight. It was only three people, he didn't know why it required so much paperwork. As they walked, he skimmed through the Tyler file. George Tyler kills wife, Clara Tyler and claims to have no recognition of committing the murder. "Could be witches too." Sam told Dean as they reached the motel. "I dunno Sammy." Dean said in reply. The motel key clinked against the table as Dean threw it down and took a seat. "Says here Shirley Davidson robbed then killed an owner of a gas 'n' sip and doesn't remember. Suppose that could be witches or demons. Can't rule out ghost possession though I don't know how it would be hopping around the town like this."

"We may not even have a case here, Dean." Sam said, going over another section of the Tyler file. Penetrating skull fractures in frontal lobe, He read. "I think we do have something." Dean said as he flipped through another page.

He then suddenly smiled. "You should call Lauren," He said, holding up the napkin with her phone number on it. "Poor girl's probably been waiting." Sam rolled his eyes and took the napkin. "We were at the diner like two hours ago, Dean. I don't think she's been waiting that long." Sam walked over to his bed and retrieved his phone from the nightstand. He typed the digits in and waited for her to answer. "Hello?" She asked. "Hey! Lauren, I'm Sam from the diner.." "Oh, Sam hi!" Lauren replied with clear gusto in her voice. "Could I maybe.. come over in a bit?" Sam asked her. There was a moment of silence. "Yeah! That'd be great. I get off my shift at seven. How about then?" She asked him. "Sounds great. See you then." Sam said as he scratched the back of his head. "My address is 203 Oak Lane by the way." Lauren said. He wasn't sure what he was going to gain from this but Lauren seemed like a nice enough girl.

Maybe he could finally get over Jess. "Bye." Sam was pushed away from his thoughts. "Yeah. Bye." Dean had a large smile on his face. "How'd it go?" He asked his little brother. "Okay I guess. I'm heading over there later so you can 'let the anocanda roam free'." Dean laughed and got up to get a beer. He didn't feel like telling Sam he wasn't in the mood.

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Sam sighed and knocked on Lauren's door. The door swung open to reveal a visibly tired girl, bags under her eyes. "Hey." Sam stated simply. He was feeling a bit akward about this. "Hey Sammy! Can I call you that?" No. Sam thought. Instead of telling her that, he nodded his head slightly in agreement. She then gently reached for his arm and she brought him inside.

The two sat on her couch. Sam could hear faint music in the background, some '80s pop tune he can't remember the title of. "You're just so cute. I didn't actually think you were going to call.." Lauren trailed off and looked at the ground. Then, before Sam could comprehend what was happening, she was touching and feeling everywhere and Sam felt a knot form in his chest. This didn't feel right. Maybe he wasn't over Jessica after all.

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The next morning Sam simply grabbed all of his stuff and left without waking Lauren. Before entering the hotel, he braced himself for what he might encounter. Instead he found Dean curled up in the bed. He gazed at the clock on his phone, 9:45 a.m. Sam walked over to Dean and shook him only a little to wake him. "Dean? Dean, wake up." "Hm? What?" Sam sighed and shook Dean a bit more. "I'm up Sammy. I'm up." Dean said as he slapped Sam's arms away.

"How did it go?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the bed. "It.. was okay.." Sam didn't really want to talk about sex with Lauren with his brother. The truth was, Sam hated it. He felt no connection with her. Sure, she was nice and sweet, but that wasn't what he wanted. That was besides the point though. Now was time to work on the case.