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𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟐 | 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐨
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑊𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐺𝐸
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓
The diner buzzed with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes. I savored a forkful of cheesecake, the creamy sweetness melting on my tongue, a small luxury amidst the chaos of my existence. The booth's vinyl seat squeaked as I shifted, enjoying the rare moment of peace.
That peace shattered when Sam and Dean Winchester slid into the booth across from me, their presence as abrupt as a clap of thunder.
Sam's eyes were intense, filled with questions and impatience. "Where's our dad?"
I met his gaze evenly, refusing to let him see the annoyance bubbling beneath my calm exterior. "I don't know. You're wasting your time."
Dean leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Are you following us?"
A small smile played on my lips.
"No," I said, pushing the plate of cheesecake toward him.
I'd noticed the way he eyed it, the barely concealed longing in his gaze. He hesitated, then picked up the fork and took a bite. The suspicion in his eyes gave way to surprise at the taste.
I leaned back, crossed my arms, and waited. Dean's chewing slowed, and he rested his fork on the plate, the silence stretching thin.
Sam, predictably, was the first to break it.
"What have you heard about the people going missing in Blackwater?"
I arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips. "The Winchesters need my help?"
Dean's fork clattered against the plate as he set it down more forcefully this time.
"No," he said, his tone firm.
"Maybe," Sam said simultaneously, casting a quick, irritated glance at his brother.
I looked between them, feeling the tension crackle like electricity. I didn't want to get myself tangled in mortal affairs, but a promise was a promise, and I'd made one to their father.
With a sigh, I leaned forward, my gaze steady. "Tell me you both have a better plan than sleeping in the woods."
Dean's jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with defiance.
Sam, ever the mediator, leaned in, his expression earnest. "Look, we need all the help we can get. People are disappearing, and whatever's doing it isn't something we've encountered before. We've got leads, but..."
