Carry on my Wayward Kid

A Grim Week ~ Part 2

~Tuesday~
Sam and Dean were back at the diner. Dean was stuffing his face with more burger and Sam was picking at his Strawberry Spring Salad (that was slightly greasy) while scrolling through his computer. Dean stopped eating and looked up.
"Wendigo." he stated, pausing to swallow his food, "We are in Utah."
"Wendigos don't leave bodies...." Sam clarified.
"Right." Dean started to eat some fries, muttering things about how stupid this case was, and how they had more important matters to attend to. In truth though, he and Sam were just grumpy that nothing had added up. They firmly believed it was a demon with a hell hound because of the wounds, but there had been no traces of sulfur anywhere. And they eliminated the idea of quite a few monsters, due to the lack of connections to the victims. They all seemed to be random.
"Werewolf then!" Dean exclaimed.
"I mean yeah, the hearts were missing from some of the victims." Sam admitted but frowned, "But-" Sam was about to say something, but somebody finished for him.
"Lunar cycles' not right."
Sam looked behind him and saw Jamie.
"Right.... wait have you been listing to us?" Sam asked as Jamie walked to the side of their table. Dean noticed she was wearing a white apron, stained with food.
"Not exactly, I overhear you talking about wear wolfs, and assumed you were talking about the murders." She shrugged and held up a pitcher of water, "I was also over here to give you water."
She poured them water, her messy black hair falling over her eyes, "You look a bit young to be working." Dean commented.
"I guess, fifteen isn't that young, but my aunt works here so I immediately got a job too." Jamie finished pouring filling up Sam's water glass, "Family business." She half smiled and walked away.
Sam and Dean exchanged a grim look.