[b]MIKA CHAMBERS[/b]

Mika nodded in an somber manner when Dean said about not being able to imagine what the widow was going through, she was honestly glad that Dean didn't know that kind of grief and she hoped that he never would. She had gone through that and it the worst feeling to be drowned by, a feeling she never wanted to feel ever again, as she was certain that if she did lose Dean again she wouldn't be so willing to stay alive for everyone else's sake the second time. She knew in her heart that as dark as it was, she wouldn't want to stay alive if it meant living with Dean not in the world anymore, she would rather throw her life awzay than live on a planet without him. She just wouldn't ever admit that to him or anyone else as she knew they'd just try and stop her or do all they could to make her change her outlook on the decision. 

Changing the subject to the name of the babysitter was a purposely done tactic and she was glad that Dean took the bait of the change of subject, whilst also managing to figure out where she had seen the name from. "You're right, I knew I had seen the name recently on something to do with this case." she replied as she watched him pull the hex bag from his pocket that he found. "Bollocks...it's always bloody witches" she mumbled in annoyance. "She very well could be, it does seem rather too coincidental that she's not only the babysitter of this couple, but also was there when her friend died at the party" she replied, thinking as she spoke. 

"okay, I say we head back to the motel, let the others know we got information and we should all group up in one of our rooms over food and discuss everything so we know what to do next" she suggested. The fact that witches really were involved meant they'd have to be even more careful with their next steps. They didn't have the most pleasant history with witches after all, and she knew how easily it could get complicated with a snap of a finger when dealing with them. 

"Maybe check the contents of the hex bag before burning it as well? I'm not prepared to risk our own lives with the damn bag near us" she added. 

[b]NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER[/b]

As Annabeth took the discreet photos of the artwork by the students, Sam and Natalia both listened to what Don had to say about Tracy to the best of his ability as her teacher. Hearing that a student seemed to change overnight was suspicious to the both of them, but not entirely all that rare of an occurance to either of them. Students changed personalities often, Sam had seen it himself when he was at Stanford, the stress of exams or coursework getting to his fellow students and even his dorm mate and girlfriend. It caused all kinds of mood changes in them, yet it never once made them go as far as to make disturbing artwork or want to claw out the eyes of their teacher. 

Both of them looked briefly at Annabeth when she asked her question, then looked back at Don to see what his answer would be, proud of Anna for how she asked the question without coming across as some kind of conspiracy nut or making herself seem suspicious. Don had a look of thought on his face at the question as if he was trying to recall whenexactly Tracy snapped or how to answer the question. 

"I guess if stress can come across as possession?" Don said before shaking his head with an amused look on his face at the very idea. "But no, I can't think of anything in particular. Students are coming up to some exams so I can only think it would be that, I know she's been having a little part time night time job somewhere, but I'm not sure where exactly, I only overhear so much between my students when I'm overlooking their work in class" Don continued to explain. 

"I guess that will be all, we'll continue to look for Miss Davis. Thank you for your time, if there's anything else you think of or find her before we do, please. Don't hesitate to give us a call" Natalia explained, handing over a business card with her work phone number on it. 

Sam glanced over at the furnaces used for modelling and saw some interesting bones inside, so as Natalia was speaking to the teacher, he pulled out a tissue and discreetly pulled out a few of the small bones and wrapped them up, stashing them in his inside pocket.