The اگلے morning
Dean was driving the Impala and there was no موسیقی playing for a change. The cassette tape player didn’t work. Instead the radio was playing.
“What station is that? Music’s awful” Jo complained. Dean changed the station, but it jumped back on the گزشتہ one.
“That’s not a good sign” Sam کہا slowly.
The موسیقی stopped and a voice was heard.
“Last night a woman named Lucy Dickinson was murdered in the Nite Owl Restaurant. Her insides were ripped out. There are no suspects thus far”
The موسیقی played again.
“Lucy Dickinson is the waitress we met last night” Cas کہا upset.
“You’re kidding, right?” Dean said. “Hang on, آپ went to the restrooms, and she followed آپ after a few minutes. Then آپ came back, but she didn’t”
“I didn’t do anything” Cas کہا nervous.
“What happened out there?” Dean asked. “Did آپ make out with her? I mean, did آپ two kiss?”
“Yes” Cas admitted. He saw no reason to deny it. “But then I think I became a little aggressive, which wasn’t the intention and I left her. She was alive and well when I left”
“Good. Was there anyone with آپ besides آپ and Lucy?” Dean asked sharp.
“I don’t think so” Cas کہا after a while.
“Good” Dean said. “If the police asks سوالات آپ stick to your story. Don’t tell them anything else”
“Okay” Cas nodded.