Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Alright, I figure we hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, then Bisbee by midnight," Dean said as he killed the engine after parking at a gas station. He looked over to find Sam not listening. "Sam wears women's underwear."
"I've been listening, I'm just busy," Sam replied.
"Busy doing what?" Dean asked, getting out of the car and walking around to the passenger side.
"Reading e-mails," Sam answered.
"E-mails from who?"
"From my friends back at Stanford."
"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean asked as he pumped gas.
"Why not?"
"Well, what exactly do you tell them?" Dean asked. "Actually, I'm curious as to what you tell them, Red. Or does a witch like you not have friends?" He leaned against the side of the car.
"Fuck off, you moron. I am a very friendly person," I replied.
"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother," Sam answered. "I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess."
"Oh, so you lie to 'em?" Dean asked.
"No. I just don't tell them everything."
"Yeah, that—that's called lying." Dean nodded his head, chuckling. "I mean, hey man, I get it, telling them to truth is far worse."
"So what am I supposed to do? Just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged in return. "You're serious?"
Dean scoffed. "A job like this you can't get close to people."
"That, my friends, is the excuse people who can't make friends uses," I spoke up.
"Dude, you're kinda anti-social, you know that?" Sam added.
"Whatever." Dean shrugged. "So, Capri-Sun, what do you tell your friends?"
"I tell them I need some time to myself and that I went home. I tell my aunt that I'm staying with my friend Becky," I explained. "Okay? So fuck off."
"Have you heard from Rebecca lately?" Sam asked suddenly.
"Uh, few days ago. I haven't checked my e-mails since yesterday so I don't know," I answered. "Why?"
"What the hell are you two talking about?" Dean asked, leaning down to the window.
"One of those friends of mine, Rebecca Warren," Sam told him.
