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NOVEMBER 2ND, 2005
Mallory watched as Dean's VersaBank MasterCard landed on the handwritten guest ledger of the motel lobby - only the card wasn't in Dean's name. True to his word, the shiny piece of plastic read the name Hector Aframain. Despite herself, the eldest Winchester couldn't help but smirk in amusement, shaking her head slightly and causing her mostly dried curls to bounce around her temples.
"One room, please," Dean said with a somewhat sarcastic smile. Mallory arched an eyebrow.
"You two sharing a bed or are one of you taking the couch?" she deadpanned, dark eyebrows lifting when her brother frowned at her.
"Who said you got dibs on a bed?" "I'm the oldest, therefore I get first dibs. That's, like, sibling code."
Dean scoffed. He paused, thought for a moment, then sighed. "I'll take the couch."
"Atta boy," Mallory clapped her brother on the back, her face scrunching in disgust at the dirt and dust that clouded off of him when she did so. "Gross."
The motel clerk watched the interaction with an expression that was the personification of boredom and apathy before finally taking the card off of the counter into his pruney fingers and glancing down at it. He arched an eyebrow. "Are you guys having a reunion or something?"
Sam's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I had another guy come through here," The clerk replied. "Burt Aframain. He bought out a room for a whole month."
Mallory's eyes grew a fraction and she cast a glance at her younger brothers. Jackpot.
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"Hurry up," Mallory hissed at Sam as he attempted to pick the lock to their father's motel room.
"Don't rush me," Sam muttered back without looking up from the lock.
The elder sibling sighed, tipping her head back. "We're breaking and entering in broad daylight, I think I have a right to be a little paranoid," she deadpanned, lifting her eyebrows.
"Don't be so dramatic," Sam murmured in exasperation as he managed to unlock the motel room door. "There."
Mallory gently pushed her way into the room, freezing in the threshold of the doorway and taking in the sight before her. Every surface within the room either had papers sitting on it or pinned to it. Maps, newspapers, pictures, notes; any and every piece of evidence that there was regarding the woman in white. There were books scattered on the bed, some open and others shut, scraps of junk and garbage on the bed and the floor - including something that had a "Hazardous Materials" symbol on the front of it.
