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It was 5:15 in the morning. The goal was to sneak out before Ji-a was awake. They failed. When Sam slipped out of his bedroom, duffle over his shoulder, he saw Ji-a at the kitchen table, gun in her hand, Dean standing in front of her.
"Nice of you to join us Sam," Ji-a said, "I got a text from Rick. Said his guys aren't coming until next week. One of them has the flu. So the way I see it we have three options. You tell me everything, the truth this time. You leave and I call the cops. Or you make a fuss and I shoot you…then call the cops. What'll it be?"
Dean sighed.
"We'll talk," he said.
"Good choice," Ji-a tucked the gun into the waistband of her shorts, "Sit. Both of you. Talk. Now."
"We're here with a life insurance firm investigating a couple of potentially fraudulent claims in the area," Dean said.
"That's a lie and you know it," Jia replied, "Do you want me to go over the options again?"
"No, no," Sam said, putting up his hands, "We'll talk. Just. Believe us. Okay?"
"Fine," Ji-a agreed.
"We're here because we think an angry spirit is offing men having affairs," Sam said.
"So you're ghost hunters?" Ji-a asked.
"Something like that," Dean agreed.
"And not serial killers?" Ji-a asked.
"Definitely not," Sam assured her.
"Got any proof?"
"Can I get my bag?" Sam asked. Ji-a pulled her gun again and nodded.
Sam laid out their case file on the kitchen table. Obituaries, old death records, the whole bit.
Ji-a scanned the documents methodically, like the trained researcher she was.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay?" Dean was shocked.
"Show me the weapons you brought?" Ji-a instructed.
Dean deposited a handful of rock salt shells from his pocket as Sam pulled out a rosary, a flask of holy water, and a case of consecrated iron bullets.
"We've got salt and gasoline too," Dean said, "Lots."
"I still expect you to train with me," Ji-a said, "And pay for the classes. But you can stay."
"Thank you!" Sam exclaimed.
"But why?" Dean asked.
"Because someone has to kill the damn dead things," Ji-a replied simply, "I'm going back to sleep. See you at six for our run."