When Sam and Dean left the motel around nine o’clock the 다음 morning, there was no sign of Amy anywhere, nor any other members of staff; Sam probably reckoned it was such a small motel she could run it herself, maybe with a helping hand from time to time. Looking out of the dusty Impala window, the murky March weather was certainly not doing the town of Bennington any favours; all life seemed to have been sucked out of the town along with the absent sunshine. Then again, Sam thought to himself, having four murders in the last 월 probably doesn’t make a good tourist attraction.
As Dean...
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