Hells Bells

Sex and Violence

"Morning." I laid on the couch watching Law & Order.

"Uh what?" Dean rubbed his eyes.

"I said morning." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Shh. Shh." Dean sat up. "Turn it down." I turned down the volume on the tv.

"No storms, no- no bad crops, nothing." Sam was in the bathroom, talking on the phone. "Yeah. I will keep looking. You keep looking, too, okay? Alright. Talk soon." Sam hung up and Dean laid back down, acting to be asleep. I turned the tv back up, going back to what I was doing all night.

"Hey." Sam tapped Dean. "Up and at 'em, kiddo."

"You're up early. What are you doing?" Dean looked at his watch.

"Nothing. I was in the can." Sam motioned to the bathroom.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Want me to draw you a picture?"

"No, I'll pass." Dean rubbed his eyes again.

"I found a job- Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer. And get this- third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of them, all happily married."

"Sounds like 'Ozzie and Harriet'." Dean looked at the newspaper.

"More like 'The Shining'." Sam laughed.

"Alright, well, I guess we better have a look." Dean threw the paper.

"Road trip, road trip." I stood up. So we drove.

"Why does the P.D. keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer."

"They're lining up the firing squad." Dean told the man.

"I'm pleading guilty." He looked up.

"Alright, look, you don't want us to represent you- that's fine." Dean shrugged. "In fact, it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just want to understand what happened. That's all."

"Mr. Benson. Please."

"What happened was... I killed my wife. And you want to know why? Because she made plans without asking me." He sighed.

"And how did you feel? Disoriented? Out of control?" Sam asked.

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

"I knew exactly what I was doing." He looked down. "I was crystal clear."

"Then why did you do it?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. I loved her. We were happy." He started to get choked up.

Dean slid him the paper. "Nine G's. That's a hefty bill."

"Where did you get that?"

"Doesn't matter we have it. See, certain charges- ones you don't want the Mrs's to know- they show up under shady names like 'M&C Entertainment." Dean explained.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shook his head.

"Oh, you're dropping plastic at a nudie bar, for instance." Dean shrugged.

"We just want to know the truth, Mr. Benson." Sam added in.

"Her name was Jasmine."

"She was a stripper?" Sam asked.

"Dude," Dean nudged him. "Her name was Jasmine."