Abducted: Part Three (SPN | Dean x Reader )

Chapter 04: Meeting Charles Hindley

November 2010

"Hey! Lunchtime! You coming?" Jaz startled you in your seat as she placed both hands on your shoulders. Why you hadn't seen her reflection in your computer screen was anyone's guess, but it was probably because you were distracted by your phone. He'd messaged you yet again to make sure you were coming and you were starting to regret agreeing to meet up with him in the first place.

"Can't," you grumbled. "I'm meeting an, old, friend..."

Your office bestie, jumped up on top of your desk, crumpling the papers you'd stacked neatly on top of it and pushed them back with her black slack covered rear. "Old friend huh? So why the sarcasm?..."

You huffed at her, not very attractively. "It's this guy I knew in primary school. He's moved back from living overseas and he contacted me on facey..."

"Primary school? How old are we talking?"

"Grade two... Would you get off that!" You hissed, nudging her thigh with one hand while you attempted to pull the paperwork you'd freshly printed out from under her. But Jaz just chuckled and leaned in the opposite direction, raising her leg and butt, just enough so that when you yanked it free, the corner teared. "Dude!" you cried out in frustration.

Jaz grinned back at you, but finally took a moment to jump off the desk. Clearing her throat and bringing back the shady skepticism you loved about her, she then asked the one thing you'd been wondering yourself. "You're meeting someone you knew in grade two? When you were what? Seven, eight? Why do I get the feeling this is the first time, since, grade two?"

"Because it is..." you screwed up your face, waiting for the tirade of questions to follow.

"You, serious? Why would you meet up with some rando you knew when you were seven?"

"Cause, I felt sorry for the guy. And it was hard to say no..." you rolled back in your chair as you replied. Stretching your legs, then reaching for your handbag that was nestled on the floor between the space you'd just emptied and the office filing cabinet.

"You're too nice. And trusting. How many other people do you hang out with from, that school, these days?"

You looked back at her sheepishly. "None of them. I have like, five other people I knew from there that I have as friends on Facebook. But I don't talk to them. Well, besides Josh, but he's a family friend so he doesn't count."

"So," she elongated the word. "Why are you meeting, him?"

"Yeah. Him... I dunno." you sighed. "We were just chatting and he seemed nice enough. He's offered to buy me lunch and a coffee, but now I'm regretting it."

"So cancel?" Jaz quickly cut in.

It was the obvious solution and she, as usual, was right. You were under no obligation to meet with Charles Hindley, but you also knew he'd come all the way into the CBD to meet you for lunch. He'd been waiting for you downstairs for the last ten minutes because you'd stupidly told him where you worked. Not where you lived though, that was a level you hadn't crossed yet and you wouldn't tell Jaz either of those things, she'd rip you a new one.

"It's too late to cancel..."

"It's never too late to cancel." Jaz reprimanded. "Just ghost him if you have to."

You shook your head and stood up, picking up your phone as you did so and placing it in your bag that was now slung over your left forearm. "Yeah, nah, I can't do it... I'll just give him thirty minutes and tell him I've got a lot of work to do..."

"Suit yourself. But let me know where you're going, so I can send a search party when you don't return..." You shot her another scowl as you moved past her, both of her hands raising in protest as you did so. "Hey! Just saying, I've seen a lot of those mystery shows and there was that girl the other week... You know, the one they found in Kuring-gai!" she called out as you walked towards the lifts.