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( HANDCUFFS )

      A VersaBank MasterCard in the name of Hector Aframian lands on a handwritten guest ledger. "One room, please." Dean is standing at the motel check-in desk, still filthy, with Sam right behind him. The clerk picks up the card and looks at it.

      "You guys having a reunion or something?" The clerk asks.

      Sam furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" He asks

      "I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." Dean looks back at Sam.

      Sam and Dean travel to their Dad's room, hooping he'll be there. The motel door swings open and Sam is on the other side, having just picked the lock. He hides the picks and stands up. Dean is just outside, playing lookout, until Sam reaches out of the room to grab his shoulder and yank him inside. Sam closes the door behind them.

      There's a wall filled with maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, and notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol.

      "Whoa." Sam says. Dean turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Sam steps over a line of salt on the floor.

      Dean sniffs the burger and recoils. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Sam fingers the salt on the floor and looks up.

      "Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in. "Dean looks at the papers covering one wall. "What have you got here?"

      "Centennial Highway victims." Sam nods.

      The victims seen on the wall include Mark somebody, William Durrell, Scott Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Mark, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos.

      "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs-" Dean says and Sam crosses the room. "-ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

      While Dean talks, Sam looks at the papers taped to the other walls. "Dad figured it out." Sam says while looking at the wall.

      Dean turns to look. "What do you mean?" He asks.

      "He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."

     Dean looks at the photos of Constance's victims. "You sly dogs." He turns back to Sam. "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

      "She might have another weakness." Sam states.

      "Well, Dad would want to make sure." Dean crosses over to Sam. "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

      Sam continues to look. "No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." He taps the picture of Joseph Welch. "If he's still alive." Sam goes to look at something else.

      Dean looks at the picture of a woman in a white dress. "All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean starts to walk away.

      "Hey, Dean?" Sam calls out while Dean stops and turns back. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry."

      Dean holds up a hand. "No chick-flick moments." He says as Sam laughs and nods.