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Tate looked over frightened as Dean sat down next to him on the couch.
"So you recognize this?" Sam asked again forcefully pointing his finger into the picture; he was starting to get annoyed. Tate took in a sigh and put his head in between his hands and began to whimper a little.
"Why'd you do it, man?" Dean said with a sigh while he looked over at Tate. Tate lifted up his head and looked at Dean with a tear running down his cheek.
"She was supposed to run to me. I'm the one who is supposed to be there for her." He said as his voice shook a little and he pointed to himself in the chest.
"So you did all this to get back together with her?" Sam asked as he crossed his arms and stared down at Tate. Tate looked up at Sam and shook his head,
"Of course I did, I didn't have any other choice. She was going to leave." Dean started shaking his head back and forth in disbelief.
"It's called talking it out man, not killing her mom." Dean said as he stood up from the couch and walked to stand next to Sam.
"But there was no talking it out with her." Tate said as he started shaking his fists in the air. "She didn't want to marry me and her mom was the reason!" He screamed furiously.
Dean leaned over to Sam's ear and whispered, "I wonder why." Sam let a small chuckle out and shook his head.
Tate looked over at Dean and gave him a creepy smile, "That's alright though, I'll get her." Tate said as he looked at the watch on his wrist.
Sam and Dean perked up and leaned toward Tate, "What's that supposed to mean?" They said in unison. Dean eyed Sam for saying the same thing as him and then looked back at Tate.
Dean proceeded to walk toward Tate, leaned down, and took a hold of the front of Tate's white T-shirt. This forced Tate to his feet.
"What do you mean?" Dean said aggressively yelling in his face. Tate began to look around nervously and that creepy smile came across his face.
"You better go check on her in your room; it should be there by now." Dean and Sam exchanged looks as Sam started running out the door. Dean kept a hand on Tate as he dragged him out the door.
"You're coming with us. If she gets hurt, I'm hurting you." Dean growled as they quickly crossed the street to the Impala. Soon all three of them were in the Impala driving down the street. Tate and Dean were sitting in the back seat while Sam drove. Dean pointed a gun at Tate the whole drive and Tate nervously stared at it.
The boys finally made it back to the motel. Sam quickly threw the car into park and ran to the motel room door. Dean got out as fast as he could pulling Tate by the shirt again and dragging him to the motel room door.
Sam pulled out his gun and held it low in his right hand as he slid his key card and threw open the motel room door. He raised his gun with both hands and walked into the room. Dean continued to have a hand on Tate's shirt and drug him into the hotel room. Dean stopped abruptly next to Sam throwing Tate in front of them. He kicked the door shut with his foot. They all stood still and eyed what was going on in front of them. They just couldn't believe what they were seeing.