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Dean was drinking a beer in the motel, feet propped up after a long day hunting. Sam was on his laptop, per usual, searching yet another case. "Whatcha got Sam?" Dean sighed. "Something you're not gonna like." Sam said, flipping his laptop around. Local girl missing, presumed dead. "No way. That's.." Dean panicked. Dean stared at the screen, the picture like a ghost to him. There's no way she was missing. Not her..not again. He'd already lost one woman he loved, he couldn't lose her too.