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In the late morning on the road, a car was driving past the street lights. Karina was driving with her tired eyes while Sam was keeping her company to wake her up. He was quietly reading a book to her, The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor-Marie Hugo. In the backseat, Dean was snoring with his back laying on the cushion. He woke up abruptly, then he looked at the couple in the front seat. He rubbed his eyes when Karina spoke to him, "Good morning, dumbass."

"Morning."

Dean sighed heavily before reaching his flask from his jacket. He took a sip before passing it to Karina first. She accepted the offer by taking a small sip, then she passed it to Sam. He noticed the flask as he asked Dean, "Was that Bobby's? I didn't know you kept that."

Sam shook his head by offer, then she returned it back to Dean. "Yeah, mine sprung a leak."

"You know, most people would just carry a-- a photo or something for a memento."

"Shut up, man. I'm--I'm honoring the guy. All right? This is grief therapy. Kind of like you guys chasing a wild goose chase."

Karina repeated with her furrowed eyebrows, "Wild-goose chase? I'm sorry, four men murdered in two weeks, hands and feet cut off."

"Well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck."

Karina scoffed lightly as she shook her head, then Sam continued, "Grown men thrown so hard they went through walls. Did you-- did you even read the article?"

Sam threw the newspaper to Dean in the back, it hitted him in the face. Karina replied, "The answer's no, Sam. He's too busy being worthless on his ass."

Dean glared at Karina, "I was napping." He unfolded the newspaper as he read the article.

"Well, anyway..." said Sam. He looked between them before he convinced Dean, "What else you got going on? Dick Roman's a dead end for now. We might as well..."

Dean finished his thought, "... stay busy."

"Exactly."

Dean muttered as he continued to read the article. Sam and Karina shared glances before they resumed to the road. He began to read the chapter while she drove, then she turned up the music from the radio. It was playing soft rock music while the narrator bored passenger in the backseat so he returned back to another round of nap.

In the morning, the trio returned to their FBI attire at the morgue. They were wearing suits while Karina had her hair in an updo with high heels. They were guided by Eddie, the huntress would be lying if she didn't find him cute. A coroner was rolling the body out of the containment. A body revealed the hands and feet cut off, but a strange symbol grazed on the chest.

They all leaned over the body to take a closer look. Eddie informed them, "The latest, but probably not the last." They all stood up straight while looking at the body, then he asked them. "You guys always work this late?"

Dean replied, "The hours suck. Yeah, but great benefits package."

"Oh, yeah?" asked Eddie.

Dean nodded his head as he smirked,"10% co-pay on all drugs."

"Seriously? Oh, but just generic, right?" 

Sam and Karina exchanged annoyed looks from their distracting conversation. Never mind, the huntress doesn't find the coroner at all. He was another clone of the dumbass. Dean replied, "No, no. Name brands are cool."

Sam spoke out loud to change the subject, "So... what's our boy here weigh?"

"A buck 90. Thrown against a wall so hard it buckled. Based on the blood flow at the crime scene, the hands and feet were cut off while he was still alive, just like the others. The killer wanted him to suffer."