Dean smirked and hugged Devon, who proceeded to punch his gut. "Gross!" "AHAHA- okay." they both got in, Devon trying to stay away from Claire so the stench wouldn't pass onto her... as much.
Devon shrugged a bit. "It's a little better than what we usua--" "She touched my car, Constance, you BITCH!" he angrily yelled, then cleared his throat. "Sorry. But she touched my car." he whined.
"Where--" he looked at Devon. "What's her name?" "Constance.." "Where Constance took the swan dive." They both looked over the edge of the bridge. "Hm."
"Sam. It wasn't murder. It was suicide." Dean hopped off the bed. "How do you know?" She showed them her laptop. "I tried finding details on the murder, but I couldn't. Claire decided to see if it was suicide."