1x1- 311 and ~Simple~Lies~

[Demyx IX]

Sam: *he put the number in his pocket and he went to pack up his things.*

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Dean chuckled" dude.... She has the hots for you" he said

[Demyx IX]

Sam: no she doesn't Dean *he replied to Dean as he packed his things* we're just friends

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Dean shook his head, packing his things. " whatever helps you sleep at noght sammy boy"

[Demyx IX]

Sam: *he rolled his eyes and he picked up the Cameo jacket* so what are we going to do with the girl's jacket? *he asked Dean.*

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Dean sighed and took it back. " we....keep it until we see her again" he said.

Jacob packed her things and stepped outside with a small smile. It turned into a frown when she discovered her bike was missing along with her guns and such. " are you F****** kidding me?" She asked and looked around her her bike with a frown. Jacob walked back to her room and sat down at the door in the shade. She went through her phone when it died, though it didnt help " stupis peice of-ugh!" Her angered voice muttered:

[Demyx IX]

Lee: *she had finished talking to the town's sheriff and she was now in her room, looking over the file*

Sam: *he nodded* alright *he replied, though he knew there was a very slim chance of either of them seeing that girl again*

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Dean nods " lets go" he said walking outside to see jacob on the ground mutter angrily to herself. He smirked, and walked on to the impala knowing Sam would be mad if he hit on her like he does eith every woman.

[Demyx IX]

Sam: *he walked over to Jacob* you alright? *he asked her.*

Lee: *she walked outside, to enjoy Florida's warmth. she was glad she chose this case because when she walked into the motel room she had found her warmest jacket was missing. she knew she had forgotten it back at Dean's motel room and she doubted they were still there so she knew she would just have to forget about seeing it again.*

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Jacob looked over" no. My bike, all my stuff.... Taken!!! Then my peice of crap phone died." She said and rubbed her face stressfully.

Dean leaned on the impala