Never Say Never (sequel to Never Be Over You)

Chapter 9- Sex and Violence

We drive to the next town over so we can check into a motel and get some rest. 

"Hey." I hear Sam say, waking up me and Dean. Every room that we get when we go to a motel to stay, the room has only two beds and since what happened between me and Dean, I am not sharing a bed with him so I end up sharing with Sam, seeing as how I trust him more than Dean to not try anything. "Up and at'em."

"Mmm, you're up early." Dean says tiredly.

"Yeah, what are you doing?" I ask. 

"Nothing, I was in the can." Sam answers.

"Yeah?" Dean asks. Why? So he had to use the bathroom, why is that such a big deal?

"Yeah, want me to draw you a picture?"

"No, I'll pass."

"I found a job in Bedford, Iowa. A guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tendorizer."

"Yikes." Dean says.

"Boy am I glad that I'm not married." I say.

"And get this, third local inside 2 months to gank his wife. No problems with any of them, all happily married." Sam says. 

"Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet." Dean says. 

"More like The Shining." I say.

"Alright, well I guess we better have a look." I quickly take a shower to help wake me up a bit and then get dressed in my uniform because apprently this time we're not FBI, we're lawyers, as well as Sam and Dean...getting dressed. We drive to Bedford to interview the latest guy, Mr. Benson,  that bludgened his wife.

"Why does the PD keep sending you guys, I already said I don't want a lawyer." Mr. Benson says. 

"We're with the firing squad." Dean says.

"I'm pleading guilty."

"Alright look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. Actually it's probably not a bad idea between you and me." Sam clears his  throat, signaling for Dean to change the topic a bit, "We just want to understand what happened, that's all."

"Mr. Benson, please." Sam says.

"What happened was, I killed my wife and you wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me."

"And when that happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out-of-control?" I ask.

"Like something possessed you to do it?" Dean asks. 

"I knew exactly what I was doing, crystal clear."

"Then why'd you do it?" I ask.

"I don't know. I loved her, we were happy." Dean pulls a paper and pen out of the briefcase he brought and slides it over to Mr.Benson.

"9 G's, that's a hefty bill." Dean says.

"Where did you get that?"

"It doesn't matter we have it." I say.

"See, certain charges don't want the Mrs to know. They show up with shady names like MC Entertainement." Dean says.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"We're talking plastic at a nudity bar for instance."

"We just want to know the truth Mr. Benson." Sam says.

"Her name was Jasmine." Benson says.

"She was a stripper?" Sam asks.

"Dude, her name was Jasmine." Dean says.