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"Well, it's like 11 now. You guys wanna get something to eat?" Dean asked from the driver's seat, looking back at Grace in the rear view mirror.

They had just left the Grand Canyon National Park and were now looking to get some lunch before either heading back to the motel or going to explore some other interesting places.

"Yeah I'm hungry," Grace replied rubbing her stomach and smiling. Sam nodded in agreement, his own hunger beginning to surface.

"Okay then, diner's up ahead," said Dean as he pulled up in a parking space.

Entering the diner they were very glad to see it was decent looking. The floors were clean, the white tabletops were white like they were supposed to be, and it just had a clean and fresh atmosphere in general.

If you had seen some of the grimy, old diners they had been to, you would be happy too to see a place like this.

Sighing in happiness, all three plonked down on their benches at a table at the back of the room. This way, they could avoid too many people seeing them, and be on the lookout at the same time.

Dean sat on one side of the table, while Grace was curled up against Sam's side on the other.

"Hi, what can I get you?" A nice looking waitress came up to the desk with her dirty blonde hair tied up in a long ponytail. She held her notepad with a smile on her face, while also made them smile seeing as most of the time, the waitresses weren't very friendly and polite.

"I'll have a summer wrap thanks," replied Grace.

"We'll have some of those lovely chicken burgers you have to offer," Dean smiled, gesturing at himself and Sam.

The waitress nodded and sauntered away, hips sashaying as she walked off. Sam smiled.

"Like her Sam?" Sam quickly turned to look at Dean, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"Calm down Sammich. You'll get whiplash if you keep turning your head that way." Grace and Dean both laughed softly at him.

"I said, do you like her Sammy?" Dean repeated. Seeing the shake of Sam's head, Grace came in.

"Oh yeah, you sooo weren't checking her out just then." Grace said confidently with a raise of her eyebrows.

"What, I wasn't!" Sam defended. The banter between him and the other two continued for the rest of their lunch. Sam kept trying to deny the attraction which made Dean and Grace very amused.

"Okay Sam, calm down, let's go." The three stood up while Grace went to the counter to pay for the bill. "Don't worry, I promise we'll come back," Dean said to Sam with a smirk. He just rolled his eyes at Dean.

They made their way into the impala and just sat back in their seats.

"Where to now?" Grace asked, looking at Dean from the passenger seat. That's right, Sam's in the back.

"Well unless you can think of a place you want to go to now, I say we head back to the motel and just chill out for a bit, what do you say?" Dean suggested.

Grace nodded and leaned over the seat while Dean drove them back to their room.

Sam smiled as he saw Grace give Dean a small peck on the lips. Maybe he wouldn't have to stop them from being together after all. I mean, they looked happy.

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Dean and Grace were currently sitting up against their headboard watching Oprah on television while Sam was on his bed looking at his laptop.

"Find some interesting porn you want to show me, Sam?" Dean yelled from his bed. Grace gave him a hard thump on the stomach, earning a look or 'sorry' from him.

"Yeah, says the man who's watching Oprah," Sam shot back.

Dean was speechless, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times before closing it completely after having nothing to say.

"Aww Sammy…don't make fun of Dean!" Grace said playfully as she hugged Dean's side.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just so you know Dean, I wasn't looking at porn," Sam said with a glare. "In fact, turns out someone died earlier this morning."

"What, where?" Dean asked, now propped up on one elbow.

"How do you know?" Grace also asked.

"Well I'm just looking at the local news right now. Turns out someone died this morning in Arizona. In the Grand Canyon National Park," Sam replied looking at both of them. "Just before we left."

"But how could we not have known? I mean…don't you think we would have noticed if someone died?!" Sam was a little shocked at Dean's sudden change in demeanour, but shook it off since it wasn't a rare occurrence.

"It was in a different area. I mean, have you seen how huge the place is? I would be surprised if we did know about it." Sam told him.

"Well who died and what happened?" Grace asked eagerly, making her way over to Sam's bed and sitting down. Dean slowly following.

"A woman, Jennifer Carnes, was found mauled on one of the walking tracks earlier this morning. Coroner didn't even bother checking him out since his body was in shreds. Said it looked like a wild animal attack."

"Werewolf maybe? Is the cycle right?" Grace asked.

"No, I just checked those. Won't be a full moon until another week," he told them.

"So, what is it then? If it isn't a werewolf, and not a bear attack I'm assuming, what could it be?" Dean paced across the room trying to figure out what could have killed the man. After ten minutes of it, Grace yelled for Dean to stop as it was getting on her nerves.

"I don't know Dean. I'll have to check it out some more." With that statement, Grace and Dean hopped back into bed while Sam did more research on his laptop.

Mere moments later, Sam stood up suddenly with a loud shout, causing the other two to jump up as well.

"What?" Dean asked quickly, eyes darting around the room.

"There were actually two murders this morning?" Sam said unsurely.

"Super. That's just-" Dean threw his hands up in frustration and growled.

"Yeah." Sam replied shortly, trying not to piss his brother off any more than he already was. "Madeliene Greg. Same deal, but she was found in a local park."

"Is there any connection between the two?" Dean asked.

"Nothing except for the fact that they're both blonde. Probably nothing. Half the country has blonde hair," Sam sighed, rolling his eyes.

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Ashley McRoberts had just come home from a business trip in Chicago. It was a long flight back but she was home now and that was all that mattered.

She kicked off her black high heels and shrugged off her black jacket, leaving herself in a white blouse and a black pencil skirt.

Rubbing the tiredness out of her eyes, Ashley grabbed a cold beer from her fridge and plopped down on her leather couch. Spreading herself along, she took the remote and turned the channel onto the CW where they had some One Tree Hill repeats playing. Taking a few more swigs of the beer, she settled it back onto her coffee table and began to drift off to sleep.

Tonight she would have been sleeping like a log after working some very long hours, but she had been awoken a few times through the night. The first couple of times, she ignored it and turned off the TV thinking that that was the problem but then after that, she began to get a little suspicious as to what it actually was.

Walking quietly around the house she tried to listen to any sounds that she could hear. None. A loud thwack made her jump and let out a little squeak. Looking around for the source of the noise, she realised it was just a tree branch that had hit the window from the wind. God she needed to call someone to get that branch sawed off. Turning around to return to the couch, she was met with a burning sensation on her head and her vision went dark as she crashed to the floor.

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