By the time Sam and Dean reached the motel, it was very near daybreak, and as the Impala pulled up and crunched on the harsh rocky gravel a familiar figure emerged from the motel’s grand entrance. Dean switched off the engine and both brothers got out of the car to greet Helen.
Helen seemed brighter today, Dean observed. Not only was she wearing a long, flowing skirt with highlighted her figure, but he face seemed a little happier and less worn out that it had done the two or three times Sam and Dean had seen her throughout their stay.
“Hey,” Helen said, “Where have you been? I thought...
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