𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

062

I am rudely awakened the next morning by a fist pounding against my door. I groan loudly and sleepily throw one of my pillows at the door.

"Leave me alone." I whine, stuffing my face into my pillow, hands sliding under it. Instead of listening, the person somehow opens the door and throws the curtains open.

"Wake up, sunshine. We gotta go." Dean says obnoxiously loud, clapping his hands. I slowly lift my head up from the pillow and give him my evilest glare.

"Where?" I growl lowly—angrily. I don't even bother to question how he got in. He digs into one of my drawers and grabs me a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

"Cassie called about another body. Said it was another friend of her dad's." He explains, tossing my clothes at me quickly.

He sure is hyper this morning.

I frown, letting my face fall into the pillow once again.

"Of course it was Cassie." I mumble, but it's muffled thanks to the pillow.

"We leave in ten." He tells me as he walks back to the door. I take out one hand from under the pillow and flip him the bird. He chuckles. "I'll make it up to you later." He promises, then slams the door shut.

"Ass." I grumble.

Police cars were everywhere and the scene was taped up so we wouldn't be able to inspect the scene without our badges. I catch Cassie talking to the same man as yesterday and walk over to her with the boys.

"Accidents happen, Cassie. That's what they are—accidents."

"Did the cops check for additional denting? You know, any signs it was pushed by something?" I ask once I'm close enough. Both of them look at me, then to the giants behind me. I was the smallest out of the five of us. Smallest, but the deadliest.

"Who's this?"

"Jennifer, Dean, and Sam Winchester. They're family friends." She lies easily. I'm not surprised she called me Winchester. I didn't get to give her my last name after all. "This is mayor Harold Todd." She informs us. I nod in greeting.

"There's one set of tracks—one. Doesn't point to foul play." The mayor tells us. I glance over at the car wreck and do indeed only catch one set of tire tracks.

"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you—if you're indifferent about what-"

"Indifferent?"

"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Cassie tests. I snap my eyes back to the conversation between the two and raise a brow.

"You're suggesting I'm racist, Cassie. I'm the last person you should talk to like that." The mayor says to her, offended.

"And why is that?" She taunts. My lips twitch a bit. I kinda liked her spunk. Makes it all the harder not to like her.

"Why don't you ask your mother?" He looks to me and the Winchesters one last time before turning around and leaving.

"Huh. I'll be right back." I announce when I notice some of the cops have gone. I put my hand in Dean's pocket and pull out his keys.

"You could've just asked."

"And you could've just woken me up like a normal person would." I reply sourly and walk away. I was still cranky, tired, and hungry. And cold. I dig around for one of my badges in the Impala until I finally find my FBI one. Taking it, I pass the yellow tape and flash it to the cops quickly before continuing on my path to the car.