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When Ana woke up and regained conscious, she was laying on the hood of the Impala. Luckily, she wasn't as muddy and dirty as Dean was outside of a cut on her cheek as that was the only wound that she has. Dean turned his head towards Ana and saw that she was moving a little.

"Hey, baby. You, okay?" Dean asked her as Ana nodded her head. "Dean's dirty finger gently traced over the cut on her cheek. "It looks pretty deep."

"Great." Ana says unenthuastic about her cut being deep. Dean offered her a small smile.

"There is a first aid kit in the back." Dean says as Sam nods his head before he went to go get the first aid kit. Dean turned his head towards Ana as he lightly kissed her cheek.

"You smell like a toilet." Ana mumbled which made Dean nod his head.

"Yeah, I know, baby." Dean says to her as he kissed her cheek again, letting her know that it's okay.

When Sam came back with the first aid kit, and like always Dean had to hold Ana down. Knowing that she doesn't like when she gets hurt especially on hunts because Dean has to practically hold her down just to take care of her injuries and or wounds.

At a motel, Dean holds a fake MasterCard to the clerk. Dean is still dirty as Sam and Ana are behind him. Ana is still in her slightly dirty clothes, they're mainly slightly dirty because of Dean being dirty and him having to hold her in his arms when Sam disinfected her cheek where she had the cut.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" The clerk asked as Ana was leaning against Sam, which he didn't mind.

"What do you mean?" Ana asks the clerk.

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." The clerk says as Dean looks at Sam.

The motel door swings open as Sam is on the other side of Ana as she is skillfully picking a lock with a paper clip. When she finishes picking the paper clip in her pocket. She stands up as Dean is keeping a look out, until Sam reaches out of the room and yanks his brother's arm and dragging him inside the room. Ana closes the door once Sam and Dean are inside.

The three of them look around, every surface has papers pinned on it, maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes, etc. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous material symbol. Ana scrunched her nose in disgust as it also has a soul smell from the expired food in the room. She made a gagging sound.

"Blech." Ana says as Dean turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Sam steps over a line of salt on the floor, as Dean sniffs the burger and recoils.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days." Dean says as Ana gave her boyfriend a look as she rolled her eyes at him.

Ana fingers the salt on the floor and looks up. "Salt, cat-eye shells.... he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Ana says.

Dean looks at the papers covering one wall. "What have you got here?" Sam asks.

"Centennial Highway victims." Ana reads as Sam nods his head.

"I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs--"

"Ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"