Sam listened and slowly nodded, frowning. "I guess nobody saw who exactly she was with..." He muttered. There was no body, so either she was actually eaten completely, or she was alive and maybe hidden somewhere. There was no way that she would be dead if she wasn't eaten. "What do you think it is?.." He asked, his chocolate eyes moving to Dean. Of course he was reading through the damn journal again. "Dean, I don't think anything useful is gonna be in there." He said, watching his brother, a small frown marrying his face. They had to focus right now, not reminisce in the past. 

Lucille chuckled, grinning and shaking her head. She glanced at her friend and gave a nod. "Maybe we can call in for someone to fix the sink, it'll probably be her husband. As for the woman, you better get your acting skills on, stub your toe or something, make a scene. You know..." The girl trailed off, shrugging and sitting on the other bed. "How dirty do you think these sheets are?.." She asked, making a face. Maybe she was a bit of a germaphobe.

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The man behind the counter cleared his throat, glancing at the woman who helped him run thr place. Well, thr monster that did. "Think they're hunters?.." He said, the boys looking a little familiar. Their car most of all. As for the girls, they seemed like good prey, but something was strange about them as well.