Jessica: Leaning closer, smirking Caught you red-handed, huh? My legs really that fascinating?
Ok we should probably leave now.
Looks around the room one last time, making sure they haven't missed anything Alright, let's go, Dean! We need to make sure we leave no trace behind.
Slips on a pair of gloves from her bag, her hands still trembling with adrenaline We need to dispose of these gloves properly, Dean.
Tosses the burned-out gloves into the trash bin There, that should do it. Now, let's focus on getting out of here without leaving any other traces behind.
Let’s get the hell out of here.
Grabs Dean's hand and quickly leads him towards the exit, making sure not to touch any surfaces that could potentially be used as evidence
As they make their way out of the warehouse, they hear footsteps approaching from behind. They quicken their pace, hearts pounding with fear and adrenaline.
Breathing heavily, her voice filled with urgency Hurry, Dean! We can't let anyone catch us leaving this place!
They both manage to escape without being caught.
Once they reach the safety of Dean's car, Jessica takes a moment to catch her breath, her hands still trembling with adrenaline Phew, that was too close.
Starts the car and drives away.
Quickly pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, lighting one up to calm her nerves Fuck, that was intense. Thanks for sticking with me, Dean.
Takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke You know, Dean, after all that adrenaline, I could use some calming entertainment.
What kind of entertainment?
Smirks mischievously, eyes glinting with excitement How about a little detour on our way home?
Tosses her cigarette out the window, her voice dripping with anticipation There's this new underground fight club downtown.
Grins wickedly That's right, Dean. We're talking about raw, unfiltered violence.
Hmm. Sounds interesting. Let’s go.
Gives Dean a playful nudge Don't worry, babe. I know the perfect guy to get us inside.
Rolls her eyes Please, he's more of a liability than an asset. No, the guy I know is someone you don't wanna mess with. His name is Tony.
Really? He doesn’t look like it.
As they arrive at the fight club, Tony meets them at the entrance and leads them to the VIP section, giving them a front-row seat to the action.
Grabs Dean's arm, her voice filled with excitement Just wait, Dean. This is gonna be one hell of a show!
Points to the ring Look at those fighters, Dean! They're fucking beasts! Bet you they'll tear each other apart in no time.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, you think so, huh? Well, let's put that money where our mouths are, Dean.
Damn you’re feisty. Okay bet I’ll follow your lead.
Grins mischievously Alright, Dean, let's make this interesting. We'll each place a bet on the outcome of the fight.
Pulls out two hundred dollar bills from her wallet, waving them in front of Dean How about we bet big? Winner takes all.
Slaps Dean's hand with hers, sealing the bet It's on! Get ready to eat my dust, Dean. This fight is gonna be a bloodbath!
Grabs Dean's arm, pulling him towards the betting area Come on, Dean! Let's get our bets down before the fight starts.