𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

027

Stepping out of the impala, I groan at the morning sun that's quick to beam right in my eyes. I slam the car door shut and take a sip out of my warm and savory coffee as I inspect the back of Zach's house tiredly.

"Alright. So, what are we doing here at 5:30 in the morning?" Dean asks. I notice the tired expression on his face as well. With his squinting eyes, and smaller coffee in the grip of his palm.

"I realized something." Sam starts, grasping my attention. "The videotape shows the killer going in but not coming out." I nod along at that information.

"So you're saying he must've gone out the back door, hence why we're here?" I gesture to the ally and Sam nods as he turns around.

"Right, yeah. So there should be a trail to follow, a trail the police would never pursue." Sam tells us as he reaches Zach's house on the other side of the alleyway.

"'Cause they think the killer never left. They caught your friend Zach inside." Dean states, sitting on the hood of the Impala. I move to sit next to him with a yawn. "Still don't know what we're doing here at 5:30 in the morning." Dean grumbles, staring down at his coffee. I hum in agreement and rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and smiling at the familiar scent of him. I didn't realize that Dean was staring at me with his own small smile on his face.

"Blood." Sam announces after a moment of his silent investigation. I force myself to lift my head up so that I can see what Sam's talking about. He points at the light post. "Somebody came this way." Sam says. I look around where Dean and I are sitting and shrug.

"There's nothing over here from what I can see." I look for Dean to say otherwise.

"Yeah, maybe the trail ends from there." He agrees. Not even a second later, a wailing ambulance drives past us and down the alley quickly. I furrow my brows, looking back and forth between Sam and Dean.

Dean shrugs, leaning off the impala, and hops into the driver's seat. Sam and I follow after him. From there we follow behind the ambulance to its nearby destination. The Metropolitan apartment complex. Police were in the middle of putting the yellow tape up when we arrived.

"What's going on?" I ask the nearest woman, the boys right behind me. She was dressed in running gear, looking like she was just about to go on a jog.

"He tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her." She answers. My brows shoot up in shock.

"Really?" Sam asks. She nods.

"I used to see him going to work in the morning. He'd wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy."

We stay there and watch the alleged attacker get put into the police car before stepping away from the women to split up. Sam and I went to check around the building for clues while Dean talked to the police to get more detailed information on what happened.

"Do you ever miss it?" I ask Sam randomly as we walk down the side of the building, following another trail.

"Miss what?" Sam asks as he looks into a garbage can.

"I don't know. Our friends. You're law studies. Just college in general." I shrug, looking up at him from my side. He meets my face.

"Honestly...not as much as I thought I would." Sam shrugs, walking forward again.

"Oh, really?" I ask with a tiny smirk, looking into the bushes to see if anything was thrown there.

"It's like you said a few months back. I never really felt like I belonged at Stanford. I mean whenever I felt like I did, I was with either you or Jess." My smirk falls and I stop in my tracks. Sam never really talked about Jessica so it shocked me when he mentions her. He stops as well and looks at me.