𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮- 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑦.
What if a certain event led a girl to the winchesters clutch. Will it be a good...
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The Motel
I stood behind Dean's chair as he looked through John's journal, Sam was on the phone, Violet and Eddie were playing gold fish.
"No, dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought if he comes to you for munitions, maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just call us if you hear anything. Thanks." Sam hung up the phone.
"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked Sam.
"Nope. Neither has Jefferson or pastor Jim." Sam stated. "What about the journal? Any leads in there?" He asked.
"No. Same last time I looked. Nothing I can make out." Dean told him, flipping through pages. Dean chuckled, "I love the guy but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda." He added.
"Maybe we should call the feds, file a missing person's." Sam suggested.
"We talked about this. Dad would be pissed if we put the feds on his tail." Dean told him.
"I don't care anymore." Sam remarked. My phone started ringing. "After all that happened back in Kansas-i mean, he should've been there. You said so yourself. You called him and nothing." Sam added, I walked over to the bed and started digging through my bag to find my phone.
"I know." Dean said.
"Where the hell is my cell phone?" I asked myself as I continued to move clothes around in my bag.
"You know, he could be dead for all we know." Sam stated.
"Don't say that." Dean sternly said. "He's nod dead. He's-he's-" Sam interrupted Dean. I stopped looking through my bag and went over dean's and started to look through his.
"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam asked. I finally found my phone which was in Dean's jean pocket.
Why the fuck is my cell in his jeans?
I flipped my phone opened and saw a message- From: Unavailable Subject: Msg: 42, -89
"I don't believe it." I scoffed in disbelief, catching Sam and Dean's attention.
"What?" Dean asked. I sat on the bed, still looking at my phone.
"It's a-text message. It's coordinates." I said, looking at them.
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I was on Sam's laptop with Dean looking over my shoulder while Sam was pacing.
