"I can't tell you how grateful I am of you three," Emily, the blonde, told us as we stood under the overhang of the bus station. Her ticket was paid for and her bus left in ten minutes.
"It's not a problem," Dean insisted. I nodded in agreement.
"If the roles were reversed, I'd want you to do the same for me," I added.
Emily nodded and turned to board the bus.
She stopped in the doorway, her foot poised on the step. "Be careful out there," she added as an afterthought.
"You too," Sam replied. And with that, she boarded the bus, off to bigger and better things.
The three of us turned around and headed back to the Impala without a word. In fact, there hadn't been much talking between the three of us since yesterday. A few words of thanks and a hug were shared between Sam and Dean, and a quick goodnight between Dean and I, but tensions were running high.
Back in the Impala, I began to search through news articles hoping to find a case. Nothing looked extremely promising. A locked door murder in Charleston. A woman in Maine who swore that she'd never murdered her daughter but who had written a confession in her sleep. But nothing screamed out to me, and so after about an hour of sifting through articles, I'd almost lost hope.
Four Lake Erie fisherman have disappeared in the last two months in what authorities say may be a serial killer. All four men were abducted from their boats in the early hours of the morning, and there seems to be no sign of a struggle. Authorities are urging the public to stay out of the water and urging anyone with information about the disappearances to come forward.
"Hey Sam, can you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Hm?" he replied, not even attempting to look up from his father's journal. He'd taken to reading it a few miles back and hadn't looked up since.
I sighed before responding. "Can you hack into Erie County police records?"
"What for?" He asked, turning slightly in his seat to look at me.
"I think we might have a case," I replied. Sam raised an eyebrow, as if to question my sanity.
"What did you finding?" Sam asked.
"Four fisherman in Pennsylvania have gone missing in the last two months. All from the same town, all in the middle of the night. No sign of a struggle. They just vanished from their boats in the middle of the night. According to the news article, they think it might be some sort of serial killer, as none of the bodies have been recovered and no demands for ransom have been made.
"Normally I wouldn't even look into a few disappearances but their close proximity in both time and location tell me that they're most likely related. And with no evidence of a struggle... Something about this just screams fishy to me."
"You're a real Dana Scully, aren't you?" Dean teased from the driver's seat.
"I just think we should check it out, that's all," I replied.
Sam nodded. "Sounds like it might be up our alley. Let me check the police reports and see what I can dig up."
"Thanks," I muttered.
Sam turned back around and I laid my head back against the seat. I'd found us a case. Now came time to- to do what? Sit here anxiously as I waited to hear about the police report? Get lost in my own mind? I sighed and grabbed my phone. I scrolled through my contacts. Dad. Dean. Emma. Jaxon. Marcus. Tori. A handful of hunters that I had never actually talked to.
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Katherine Sutton vowed to never return to hunting the supernatural after watching her mother die before her eyes. It's been two years, and so far, she's kept that promise. Enter Sam and Dean Winchester, arguably two of the best hunters out there. Ka...