𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

072

"So, what can we do for you, officers?" The blue-eyed female cop asks us, handing back our badges. Dean and I glance at each other.

"We're working a missing persons." Dean explains shortly, stuffing away his badge. She knits her brows in confusion.

"I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police."

"Uh, no, no. It was someone else. Actually, it's my cousin. We were having a few last night at this bar down by the highway, and we haven't seen him since."

"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" I snort at that.

"Who, Sam? That boy can't even hold down a six pack." I chuckle. She smiles a bit at me. "Yeah, no. He wasn't drunk. It was kidnapping." I said more quietly. I felt the worry quickly flood back into my bones.

"And your relation to him?"

"Girlfriend." I answer, clearing my throat. She purses her lips and nods, leaning off the counter. I look up at Dean and see him with a set jaw again, just like last night.

"Alright. What's his name?" She asks, moving for the computer at her desk.

"Winchester." Dean answers, moving past the swinging doors. He held one of the doors for me to follow through, eyes still on the sheriff. It's like he didn't even know he was doing it—like it was just second nature. I smile to myself, walking through. "Sam Winchester."

"Like the rifle?"

"Like the rifle." Dean repeats. He looks at me then the chair expectantly, gesturing to it. I quickly realize he isn't going to sit down on it, offering it to me instead.

What a possessive gentleman.

I chuckle internally, taking the seat. She types on the computer loudly as she puts down Sam's name, then moves her mouse to click on something. I try peaking my head around to see what she found.

"Samuel Winchester. So you know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder." She looks at us a bit wide eyed.

"Yeah, Dean." Dean forces a chuckle. "Kind of the black sheep of the family." She goes back to typing. "Handsome, though." Dean continues. I kick his foot discreetly with a small glare. Officer Hudak just hums in response, barely glancing his way.

"Well, he's not showing up on any current field reports." She says after a moment.

"Oh, we've got a lead already." I tell her. She looks at me, a single brow raised, and nods for me to continue. "I caught sight of a surveillance camera out on one of those highway posts..." She turned in her chair a bit to face us better.

"Uh-huh. County traffic cams." She specifies. I nod.

"Yeah, those. We were thinking maybe there was some footage on the camera that caught whatever took Sam."

"Whoever." Dean corrects nonchalantly. He was leaning against the counter now, where the officer was leaning before.

"Same thing." I wave him off. She wouldn't catch on to what I meant. She looks between the two of us—analyzing us.

"Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but..." she stops, then gets up with a smile. "Well, in the meantime, let's do this the right way. Why don't you fill out..." she goes through her folders in search of something, making me straighten up in my seat. "A missing person's report. And sit tight over here." She finishes, clipping a paper to a clipboard. I frown, slowly getting up as she turns to us again. Dean had leaned off the counter and now stands next to me, taking the clipboard from her hands.