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Looking up from her beer, Kaz smiled softly. “Heya there… yer new in town” she hummed. “Yah ain’t a local….” she observed. “I’ve been in th’ town bout a week now…. sorry t’startle yah doll face” she cooed gently.

       A little smile broke through when the redhead started talking to him. She had a very strong accent, but Sam could understand what she said. "No, I'm not a local no. Just staying here a couple of days," he answered her.

She kept on thinking about the witch behind all this, obviously an amateur, they made the suicides too strange. Most witches would want it to happen subtlety, say causing the victim to drink and shoot themselves after consuming a lot of booze. Not that she had ever caused anyone to kill themselves, she had hexed a few jerks back in high school…might of turned one into a tree…or two. Ah memories, she thought to herself. What was going outside, a guy get locked out of his room, not a couple having a fight, no yelling. Or…no…she had been keeping a low profile, just a few…visits to an herb shop, blasted hunters,  a girl couldn’t just be trying to make a fresh cup of tea. 

     It stayed quiet in the room. He could hear muted footsteps, but he didn't think she was planning on anything like getting away. Sam would be waiting for her, and since they were on the second floor, jumping out of the window would only result in a broken leg or arm. Sam stopped pacing and leaned against the wall, listening very carefully. He heard her snap her fingers and some other noises, but he didn't know what she was doing. 

Xiu glanced over at the empty counters of the bar. There seemed to be no one in the room except for her and the man. She turned back to him, confused.

      He began to feel a little suspicion. It seemed that she didn't know where she was. Which was odd. Sam closed his laptop, leaning a little bit closer to her.

Xiu stumbled into the bar, shivering from the merciless cold outside. The tiger spirit had brought them both far away from home, and Xiu didn’t know where she was, or what she could possibly do. The spirit had been more restless than usual lately, lashing out not in its own form, but with Xius’ body. She could not allow it to harm anyone, especially not anyone she loved.

Misunderstanding ||Closed Rp||

       They went on this hunt together, but on the highway Dean had gotten a call from Garth, asking him to help some other hunters out with a Wendigo, so they separated. Sam could handle this hunt, maybe it would take a little longer, but he would succeed. That was three days ago. He had done his research well. The one causing these strange 'suicides' was probably a witch, and Sam already knew who. The girl who stayed in the same motel as he did.

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      The groceries were dropped on the ground in front of their motelroom door, Sam leaned against the wall a couple of feet away from it. A little irritated by Deans sudden leave, he couldn't go inside. Dean had told him he'd do some research, so Sam left the keys with him. He hadn't been smart doing so. He didn't notice the girl until she spoke to him.