Stranger

Chapter 4

"I'll bet you that's her," Dean says, nodding to the girl a couple of paces in front of them.

"Yeah," Sam agrees.

"You must be Amy," Nevaeh asks the girl when she catches up to her.

"Yeah," the girl answers, and continues hanging up missing persons posters.

Dean nods. "Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy," Dean points to Sam.

The girls nods to Nevaeh. "And you?"

"Family friend," Nevaeh smiles.

The girl continues walking, "he never mentioned you to me."

"Yeah, that's Troy, I guess," Dean says, "we're not around much, we're up in Modesto."

"So," Sam pipes up, "we're looking for him too and we're kind of asking around."

Another girl walks up and touches Amy's elbow. "Hey are you okay?" She asks her.

"Yeah," Amy replies.

"You mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Nevaeh asks and the girl nods. They all go inside and sit at a nearby table.

"I was on the phone with Troy," Amy starts, "he was driving home. He said he would call me right back. And, uh, he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asks.

"No," Amy answers, "nothing I can remember."

"Here's the deal ladies," Dean cuts in, "the way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..."

Both of the girls look towards each other, and Nevaeh's eyebrows furrow. She knows all too well when someone's hiding something. Always has. It's like a sixth sense. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just..." the other girl starts, "I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk."

"What do they talk about?" the three of them say at the same time.

"...it's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago," Dean and Nevaeh share a look, "Well supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they disappear forever."

Dean, Sam, and Nevaeh share a look. "Thank you for your time," Nevaeh smiles politely.

"That's why I never trust hitchhikers," Nevaeh utters when they're far enough away from the two girls.

"You don't trust no one," Dean ridicules and Nevaeh shrugs as if saying, "true."

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Dean tries searching everything he could think of, and yet, nothing comes up.

"Let me try," Sam reaches for the mouse, and Dean smacks his hand. "I got it," he insists.

Nevaeh unfolds her arms and kicks Dean's chair, rolling him out of the way. "Dude," Dean complains. "You two are such control freaks."

"Angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, right?" Sam pointed out.

"Right." Nevaeh agreed.

"Then maybe it's not a murder," Sam pondered. He replaces murder with suicide, and a result finally pops up.

Nevaeh begins reading. "1981, Constance Welch. 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asks.