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Chapter 6: Shopping Spree

A/N: Though it probably doesn't seem it, I truly don't like doing A/N. But anyway, I just wanted to let you friends know that my plan is to start updating this regularly on every Wednesday. If my time frees up, I might update twice a week, but that won't be until further in the future. I love you guys so much for all your support ♥♥

Rather than allowing yourself to dwell on your frustration and anger, you travelled out of the motel in the clothes you were wearing earlier in the day. Dean's fake credit card sat in the back pocket of your jeans, waiting for you to swipe it and take someone else's money.

The town was small and quaint, meaning there weren't many options for shopping. Not that it mattered much since shopping wasn't exactly your favorite pastime. Very rarely did you go shopping for clothes, or anything at all for that matter. Spending money on things that would likely be ruined on a hunt seemed pointless. Your money was better spent on food or even beer.

You walked into one of the small shops that seemed to have less attraction. In small towns, people always seemed to want to be friendly and talk. You were hardly in the mood for conversation with a random stranger. Talking with the two guys who decided to take you in was work enough.

The lighting in the store was dim and you could see the dust fluttering in the rays of sun that leaked through the half drawn blinds. The place wasn't exactly dirty, but it wasn't exactly clean. It seemed okay for second-hand clothing.

You sifted through the racks of clothes. Some of the items were surprisingly nice. It didn't take too long for your arms to become filled with shirts and pants that needed to be tried on. As you moseyed through the dim shop to get to the sales desk, one of the shirt's hanger knocked a small porcelain cat onto the floor. The ugly knick-knack shattered into a bunch of tiny little pieces all over the floor.

"Crap," you muttered, bending over to pick up the porcelain.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get a broom," a familiar voice stated behind you.

"Stephen?" you asked, standing to meet his gaze. "You own this place?"

He nodded. "That's why I'm a little scared about these attacks. They seem to be targeting small business."

Your brows furrowed in understanding. If you weren't a hunter, something like this would bother you too. It would be completely unnerving to have inexplicable attacks be happening. "I'm sorry...but I'm sure the police will figure it out."

He scoffed. "Yeah right. Our policemen are a joke. Maybe the FBI will figure it out."

Never being great with conversation, you gave a tight lipped smile and nodded your head. Hopefully the boys will figure it all out to put these poor town people at ease.

"Enough about all of the doom and gloom," Stephen said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "Do you need a changing room?"

"It would be nice," you answered. "And I'm really sorry about that cat thing."

"Don't worry about it." Stephen motioned for you to follow him toward the back of the store where a wooden slat door was shut. The man pulled a ring filled with keys out of pocket and keyed the doorknob. You couldn't help but wonder what he needed so many keys for. "Whatever you don't want, just put it on that rack over there."

He motioned to a rack that was beginning to rust away and you nodded in acknowledgement. As he left, a black and white TV hanging from the ceiling caught your attention. It was surprising that there was a security system here. You couldn't imagine anyone wanting to steal much from the store.

Just before turning into the dressing room, something odd happened on the TV. When Stephen walked past the camera, the image on the screen showed his eyes to be bright white. The first thought that ran through your mind was that it was a trick of lighting, but then you started thinking more logically. Since when was it ever just a trick of the lighting?