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Cami was playing darts in the corner of the bar with a nice guy only a little bit older than she is, her dad was sitting at the bar flirting with some lady and Sam was busy researching for a case.
"Oh! Bullseye!" Cami cheered and the guy groaned
"How are you so good at this?" The guy asked with a chuckle as Cami grabbed her darts from the board
"I was raised by a single father who was on the road a lot. We spent a lot of time in bars and I spent a lot of time learning how to hustle people with darts and pool." Cami smiled innocently making the guy chuckle
"Fair enough. I'm Seth by the way." Seth said holding his hand out for Cami to shake
"Cami." Cami nodded shaking his hand before stepping away. "So. Seth, you want to go another round?"
"Sure. But I'm going to win this time." Seth said and Cami rolled her eyes
"You've been saying that all night. But it's good you haven't lost your confidence." Cami smiled patting his cheek before grabbing a dart and throwing it before smirking. "That's one."
Cami won 3 more times before Dean called her over to their table, she stopped at the bar and ordered some pretzel bites with beer cheese and a Mtn dew before walking over to the table.
"What's up?" Cami asked sitting down next to Dean
"Let's see. Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all..." Sam explained but trailed off when the waitress came over and laid Cami's order in front of her.
"Thanks." Cami smiled before grabbing one of the pretzel bites and dipping it in the cheese before popping it her mouth, nodding in satisfaction. "Continue."
"No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside." Sam explained giving Cami a weird look before shrugging
"Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department." Dean said taking a drink of his beer
"No. Dad says different." Sam shook his head
"What do you mean?" Dean asked furrowing his brow and looking towards Cami who just shrugged
"Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one." Sam said gesturing to a map
