The seguinte morning
Dean was driving the Impala and there was no música playing for a change. The cassette tape player didn’t work. Instead the radio was playing.
“What station is that? Music’s awful” Jo complained. Dean changed the station, but it jumped back on the anterior one.
“That’s not a good sign” Sam said slowly.
The música stopped and a voice was heard.
“Last night a woman named Lucy Dickinson was murdered in the Nite Owl Restaurant. Her insides were ripped out. There are no suspects thus far”
The música played again.
“Lucy Dickinson is the waitress we met last night” Cas said upset.
“You’re kidding, right?” Dean said. “Hang on, you went to the restrooms, and she followed you after a few minutes. Then you came back, but she didn’t”
“I didn’t do anything” Cas said nervous.
“What happened out there?” Dean asked. “Did you make out with her? I mean, did you two kiss?”
“Yes” Cas admitted. He saw no reason to deny it. “But then I think I became a little aggressive, which wasn’t the intention and I left her. She was alive and well when I left”
“Good. Was there anyone with you besides you and Lucy?” Dean asked sharp.
“I don’t think so” Cas said after a while.
“Good” Dean said. “If the police asks perguntas you stick to your story. Don’t tell them anything else”
“Okay” Cas nodded.