Location: A motel in Nevada.
"Wake up Rosie, it's time to leave," Sam gently whispered. I slowly opened my eyes to find him smiling at me. I smiled back and climbed out of bed. I looked around for my bag, until I realized I never brought it in.
"Give me five minutes," I said running into the bathroom.
"And can someone go get my bag for me," I yelled. Moments later Sam opened the door with my bag.
"Thanks." I took it and closed the door, pushing him out. I quickly pulled a white lace tank top out of my bag. I changed into the shirt and rolled my jeans up halfway up my shin. Then I fixed my makeup, put on my heels, and ran out to the car.
"Two minutes to spare," I said climbing into the back seat next to Sam. Dean started the car and drove off, heading towards Oregon. For most of the car ride, Sam had his arm around my shoulders, holding me close. Dean and Cas were bickering in the front seat, almost as if they were a married couple.
We arrived in Oregon at about five in the evening, heading instantly to another motel.
"You didn't tell me this place was by the ocean," I said with my face pressed against the window watching the beach as we drove along it.
"We aren't here for the beach," Dean said sternly. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. I looked out the window, ignoring any attempts from Sam to get me to stop.
"Why don't we stay an extra day at the beach after we finish the case," Sam offered to Dean.
"Fine." I squealed and hugged Dean from the backseat.
"But until then, you better focus on the case." I nodded.
We pulled up to a motel and parked in front of the main office. Dean walked in to get us a room. He came back a couple minutes later, getting back in the car and driving to a parking spot in front of room thirteen. We all got out and grabbed our bags.
After we got settled, Dean went to get us dinner from a fast food place while Sam and I researched our victims. Cas sat on the couch and watched tv. Sam and I left after dinner to try and find who the werewolf is. I changed into my pencil skirt and blouse before we left, so I looked a little more professional.
"How about we take a walk down the beach and ask some people there questions?" I batted my eyelashes at him, trying to get him to agree.
"I guess that would be okay." We walked towards the shore, looking for friends or family of the victims. We couldn't act as if we were a couple when we were questioning because we wouldn't seem professional, so we stayed a safe distance from each other walking along a sandy sidewalk.
I remembered reading about a common friend of all of the victims. She was there for every victim when the police showed up. Suspicious isn't it? I saw her sitting on a bench not to far away from where we were.
"I think that's our girl," I said, pointing at her discreetly. Sam nodded and started in her direction. She looked up, confused, when we got to her.
"Patricia Johns, I am detective Will Lawson and this is my partner Joanna Jones," Sam said, holding up his badge. I held up mine also, and Patricia examined them.
"We just need to ask you a few questions about your friends," I said. She stayed quiet, her eyes focused on Sam. I cleared my throat, trying to get her attention back on me. Her eyes remained on Sam.
"Um.. Miss.. Please pay attention to the person talking to you," I spat. She finally looked over to me and I began questioning her.
