𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

055

"Come on, Dean. Where the hell are you?" I worriedly mutter to myself, standing by the entrance of the library. I had my arms around me to try and keep myself warm as the cold Indiana air breezes through me. I unwrap one arm to check the time on my cell phone and sigh when it's the same the last time I checked.

Going down to Dean's number, I dial it and quickly put it to my ear. My knee bounces up and down with nerves, and to find some way to produce heat into my body. Something didn't feel right, something was wrong with him. When it goes to voicemail, like I expected, I quickly go to Sam's saved number and call him.

"Jen?" He questions after two long rings.

"Sam, I'm sorry for bothering you right now, but I'm really worried about Dean. I've been trying to call him for an hour. He was supposed to pick me up at four and he's still not here yet and I feel like something bad happened to him and-"

"Jennifer, slow down." Sam cuts off my rushed rant. I take a slow, deep, and shaky breath in.

"Sorry."

"What happened to Dean?"

"I-I don't know. He dropped me off at the library about three hours ago and was supposed to pick me up an hour later like we planned, but it's been two hours and i haven't even gotten a single call. I've called him countless times and it's only gone to voicemail." I try to say as calmly as possible but the more I talked the more rushed out it became.

"Alright, I'll try to get to Burkitsville as soon as I can."

"Okay." I let out a sigh of relief, then snap my phone shut. Looking around, I try and find the oldest car to Hotwire and quickly stride over to a small buggy as soon as I spot it. "Please don't be dead, Dean." 

I drive as fast as I can—forgetting all about my strict and careful driving habits—on the road to the community college. The sky's beginning to darken by the time I reach the college and I practically jump out the buggy before I can even park it when I see the shiny black Impala parked near the end of the college parking lot. It looked out of place there, with all the Hondas and Sedans surrounding it.

I try opening it, but of course, it's locked. I contemplate breaking the window to Hotwire her but I know Dean would kill me, alive or not. So I go into the building, asking directions to the professor's office. Thankfully when I get there, the professor is there as well, sitting at his desk.

"Excuse me, professor?" I carefully ask as I step into the room after knocking twice.

"Yes?" He questions, sitting up straighter in his chair. I take a look around his office as I step inside fully. Degrees were framed on the wall behind his desk, two large bookshelves on the left and right side of the walls, and two open seats in front of the desk for students to sit in.

"I'm looking for a friend of mine, he had an appointment with you earlier on pagan mythology? I was wondering if you know where he went because I can't seem find him and he's not picking up his phone. You were the last person that I know of that he went to see." I see a flash of guilt cross his face at the last sentence and it makes me narrow my eyes.

"Ah yes, he had quite the specific questions on pagans. I'm not sure I can help, he left my office about two hours ago, after our appointment." He gives a sorry smile. I nod with a sigh, and I'm about to say 'thank you for your time' when I catch Dean's keys, wallet, and phone on the professor's desk, slightly hidden.

"Right." I smile sickly sweet, pulling out my pistol from the back of my pants, quickly aiming at him. I take off the safety and cock the gun in a single second. His eyes pop out of his head, focusing them on the gun as he raises his hands. "I don't have time for the lies. Now, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where. Is. He?" I ask coldly, eyes hard, and fake smiles long gone.