Hunterverse, somewhere on the road to check out a report

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Mary is sitting contentedly slumped in the back seat of the Impala sucking the salt off the pistachio nuts that she couldn't crack and staring out the window with that blankness known only to teenagers and eccentrics, thinking of this and that, when she suddenly asks, "Hey, Uncle Dean, what was her name?"

Dean blinks witout looking away from the road. "Who's name?"

"The girl you met at the Cafe."
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