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JULIETTE SAT IN A BOOTH across from Dean, pushing around her cold food from the all you can eat breakfast the grimey motel provided for them. Dean was reading the newspaper intently, studying the missing persons cases, and the accidental deaths.
A perky blonde haired waitress approached their booth, leaning over the table to be closer to Dean, "Can I get you anything else?"
Juliette looked up from her plate, unimpressed, then looked over to Dean who was completely enamored by the sight before him. Dean looked up at the waitress with the cap of his pen in his mouth, grinning at her just as Sam came to sit next to Juliette in the booth.
"Just the check, please." Sam commented.
"Okay." she said, walking away and leaving a very disappointed Dean in her absence.
Dean dropped his head, then looked at Sam, "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." He motioned to the waitress, "That's fun."
Not looking up from her plate, pushing around her food, with a firm hand on her cheek which was supporting her head. Juliette spoke monotony, "you call that fun? I call that chlamydia."
"One man's trash is another man's treasure." remarked Dean, sliding over the newspaper he was holding to them. "Here, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago."
"A funeral?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever."
"I don't think it's that weird, I mean both our moms basically got cremated alive and they still got buried." said Juliette innocently, taking a bite of her most unremarkable piece of toast.
Her comment was met by concerned stares, Dean grabbed a piece of bacon off of her plate and bit into it, "well that got dark."
Sam frowned, "I don't think burying the casket of an empty missing person gives anyone closure. People don't just disappear. Other people just stop looking for them."
Juliette let out a whistle, "Here we go."
Dean put down his second piece of bacon that he took off his sister's plate, "Something you want to say to me?"
"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day."
"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know. Something. Anything."
Juliette could tell Dean was starting to tense up, "You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?"
