Dean frowned when she shot him down over the cowboy boots.  “What’s wrong with cowboy boots?”, he muttered, scarfing down another large bite of pizza.  As he waited for her response to the Bobby question, he studied her body language intently.  It was something he was surprisingly good at, having been his dads heavy man for so long.  Body language was the quickest tool to breaking someone for information.

When she mentioned she had seen him a couple of days ago, his interest picked up, causing his eyebrows to raise.  Bobby rarely mentioned seeing her, but he knew they were both lying.  Bobby the most, as he was a horrible liar to those he respected.

“I um…”, he started, while nodding his head at her declaration of needing to check on Bobby.  He noticed then, the tells.  He brushed it off, making sure she didn’t have a clue that he was onto anything, “Um. Not really.  We circled through there a few weeks ago, before the um…the thing with you and me…and um…Sammy stayed with him for a few days.”

He almost pinched himself for stuttering.  His brain was elsewhere, far away from the words he was speaking.

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Anna continued pacing as she let the information wash over her.  He was the first of these kids that always came through, that actually had a similar story to hers.  She knew there had to be others.

“My mom has like…a secret stash.  I think she forgets that I’m sixteen.  There’s a bunch of like…demonic satan stuff in boxes.”, she smiled mischievously, “Oh my god…I’m probably freaking you out.  Strange girl, at some rat trap motel, picks you up at the machines and takes you home with her…then starts rambling about Satan.”

She grimaced as she realized she was doing it again…the over excited thing, “I promise I’m not a hooker or a serial killer, Sam.”