𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

031

"I think your brother's gotten a little more antsy recently, don't ya think?" I ask Dean, not taking my eyes away from Sam by the pay phone. Dean shrugs, eyes glued to the computer screen.

"Can you blame him?"

"No, I guess not. Looking for your dad is definitely a lot harder than I thought it would be." I sigh. Reaching over, I grab my coffee off the table we're sitting at, then lean closer to Dean so I can see what article he's reading. It seemed like a pretty promising job.

"Your, uh, half-caf double vanilla latte is getting over here, Francis." Dean jokes when Sam walks over. I smack Dean on his chest with the back of my hand, holding back a smile.

"Bite me." Sam grumbles, plopping down onto the seat that's on the other side of Dean.

"So, they give you any useful information?" I question, leaning forward, elbows on the table.

"Absolutely nothing. I had them check the FBI's missing persons databank. No "John Does" reading our dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations." I open my mouth to speak but Dean beats me to it.

"Sam, I'm telling you, I don't think dad wants to be found."

"How uplifting, Dean." I say sarcastically.

"Check this out." He says instead, ignoring my comment. He turns the computer towards Sam.

"News item out of Plains Courier, Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about 100 miles from here."

"'Mutilated body was found near the victims car parked on 9 mile road.'" Sam reads. He looks at us uninterested.

"Keep going." I insist, gesturing for him to continue.

"'Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.'" Sam finishes.

"Could be something interesting." Dean says with pursed lips.

"Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything doesn't mean it's the invisible man."

"But it could be. I mean, come on, Sam. It's only 100 miles." I try convincing him.

"Dad would check it out." Dean adds. That seemed more effective because next thing I know, I'm taking my coffee to go. After almost two hours of driving, we reach Ankeny by 10:35.

I begged Dean to let us stop for food, since we only got coffee for breakfast, but he told me we had to stop somewhere first. I swear he reminded me of a mom. What he didn't tell me was that the stop was to a frat house.

"Can you tell me what I'm doing here?" I ask in annoyance once I step out of the Impala, clearly not wanting to be here.

"Victim lived here. Just follow my lead." He tells me quietly, walking forward. I just lean on the Impala, not planning on going anywhere near that frat house. I've had both good, and very bad experiences in frat houses. Most of them happens during college parties.

At the sounds of our footsteps and closing doors, a few frat boys look over at us, stopping whatever they were fixing with one of their cars.

"Nice wheels." Dean tells them. One of the guys just looks at him weirdly. "We're your fraternities brothers from Ohio. And that's my girlfriend, Jennifer." Dean points back to me. The title surprises me for a quick second, but I'm quick to recover, smirking at them with a wave when they look at me.