It seems the hunt went well. You resolved the matter: the body was burned and the ghost no longer bothered the locals. However, along the way, you and your boyfriend, Dean, had a little argument. Over some trivial matter, which is why you're not on speaking terms now.

It wasn't a very long walk from the cemetery to the motel, so "Baby" stayed in the parking lot. The evening was quiet, like the town, but not deserted. Dean walked a little ahead, his hands in his pockets, his expression sullen. Well, it was time to distract him. You started making faces at people passing by. They were obviously paying attention, their reactions mostly bewildered. Dean didn't notice your actions, but he noticed those looks.

"What the—" he muttered under his breath. He didn't understand why they were doing this. And it continued. People continued to stare at you, and something in his chest tightened. Jealousy. He slowed down slightly, now walking next to you and taking your hand.

"Why the hell are they looking at you like that?" you shrugged like you didn't know. he squeezed your hand a little tighter.