When we entered Burkittsville, Indiana, Dean pulled off to the side of the road and took out his phone. I watched quietly as he paused on Sam's name, debating whether or not to call him, before snapping the phone shut and climbing out of the car.
"Come on," he told me.
I took a deep breath, climbing out of the Impala and following Dean down the main street of the small town. We found ourselves outside of Scotty's Café, where a man sat in a chair on the porch. Heading over, Dean took the lead.
"Let me guess," he gestured to the sign then pointed to the man, "Scotty?"
Scotty looked up at the sign, then nodded his head.
"Yep."
"Hi, my name's John Bonham, this is my wife-," Dean started to introduce us.
"Isn't that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?" Scotty asked.
Dean looked taken aback, but recovered quickly.
"Wow. Good. Classic rock fan."
"What can I do for you, John?"
I took out the missing person flyers of Holly and Vince Parker, the third of the three couples that had gone missing near this town.
"We were wondering if, uh, you'd seen these people by chance."
I handed the papers to Scotty, who studied them for a moment and then handed them back, shaking his head.
"Nope. Who are they?"
"Friends of ours," Dean replied. "They went missing about a year ago. They passed through somewhere around here, and we've already asked around Scottsburg and Salem-"
"Sorry. We don't get many strangers around here," Scotty cut Dean off again.
Dean nodded his head.
"Scotty, you've got a smile that lights up a room, anybody ever tell you that?"
Both Scotty and I gave Dean a strange look and he shook his head, glancing away from both of us.
"Never mind. See you around."
⁘
"You sure they didn't stop for gas or something?"
Dean and I were now in Jorgeson General Store, showing the flyers to the owners, Harley and Stacey Jorgeson. Harley showed the pictures to Stacey, who shook her head to the negative.
"Nope. Don't remember 'em," Harley replied, turning back toward us. "You said they were friends of yours?"
"That's right," I confirmed.
"Did the guy have a tattoo?" a young woman inquired, coming downstairs carrying some boxes.
"Yes, he did," Dean nodded.
The young woman, Emily going by the name on her necklace, put the boxes down on the counter and took the flyer of Vince from Harley.
"You remember? They were just married," Emily looked over at Harley and Stacey.
"You're right," Harley agreed, remembering. "They did stop for gas. Weren't here more than ten minutes."
"You remember anything else?" Dean inquired.
"I told 'em how to get back to the Interstate. They left town."
YOU ARE READING
Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}
Fanfiction-BOOK 1 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ She was just a supplier's daughter. But not just any supplier. James Dawson, a name loved and respected both in her home town, and in the hunting community. They were her best friends until they stopped c...
