"I saw you in Aggie's teashop," Sam said.

"So?" Dean kept his eyes on the road as he guided the Impala back to the motel. "I like her."

"She's our prime suspect!"

"Not our only suspect," Dean answered mildly.

Sam drew a frustrated breath. "Dean, it's her. If you don't listen, she's going to stick your head on a pole, just like all the others!"

Dean pulled the car to the side of the road. He turned to face his brother and gave him a strained smile. "I'm seeing her tonight, so I guess you'd better show me your proof."