•Unwritten•

Eleven

I stared at my phone in shock until the car doors opened and both boys climbed inside. Dean looked at me with a grin. "George Darrow." He flashed me the photo from the rusted box but I just stared at him still shocked over the phone call I'd just received. Dean frowned at me. "What's wrong?"

I just stuttered and handed him the phone, luckily I had an application on my phone that recorded my calls in case of scams. He took the phone and played the call over, the automated voice speaking again sending a shiver down my spine.

"That's what the note you found said." He played the message a second time and I reached into my trouser pocket and pulled out the note. Sam leant forward and took it from me. "What do you remember about the guy that dropped it?"

I shook my head. "I-I don't know. I think he was wearing a cap and he had his jacket covering most of his face but he was gone before I registered he was even there."

Dean flipped my phone closed and handed it back to me. "Sam, you reckon you could trace that call?" Sam reached out and I handed him the phone, he opened it and took a look at it and Dean shifted to face him.

"Could it be the demon?" I asked, anxiety tumbling around in my stomach. Dean shook his head. "I don't think so, the demon wants you and Sam for something. I doubt he cares that your together." I nodded, that made it even worse. There was someone out there, following me. My mind flashed back to the H H Holmes case. "Oh my god. It's the same guy." I leant forward with my head in my hands. Dean grabbed my arm and sat me back up. "What guy?"

"When we were in Philadelphia, I was outside and I saw this guy. Now that I think back, I'm pretty sure it was the same guy I saw here." I shook my head. "He was just staring at me. How has he known where I am all the time?"

Dean shook his head in disbelief. "Don't get ahead of yourself, it might not have been the same guy."

I nodded and Sam cleared his throat. "Either way, we know that whoever it is, he's here now. I think we should try to find him." He raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, I'll follow up on this Darrow guy, you two go back to the motel and try trace that phone call." Dean said before putting the car in gear and pulling out from the bar. He dropped Sam and I at the motel, and Sam made a beeline for his laptop, using a wire to connect my phone to it. I made us both a cup of coffee and sat down beside him, chewing my nails with anxiety.

"I think I've got it, but it's really encrypted. Whoever this is, he isn't a amateur." Sam leant back in the chair and put his hands behind his head. "You have any ideas who it could be? Is there anyone back home that could be concerned for your welfare?"

I thought hard about the question. I didn't even know many people back home. There were a few people in the neighbourhood that I spoke to on occasion, my grandmas neighbours but I only spoke to them out of common courtesy. I knew people at the hospital but despite their concerns they definitely weren't capable of following me around the country and leaving cryptic messages. I didn't have any family, the only person was my grandma but she was dead.

"No, there's nobody."

Sam sighed and went back to the computer. I tried to drink my coffee and not spill it down myself with the amount I was shaking but it proved difficult. "What if it's the authorities? Following me because I'm with you?"

Sam shook his head. "Nah, If they wanted us they wouldn't toy around, they'd be busting the door down."

I nodded and tapped my fingers against my cup.

"Don't worry about it, you're safe." Sam reached out and steadied my tapping fingers, giving me a warm smile at the same time. I smiled back and then waited for him to make some progress with the phone call tracing. After a while, he headed out to get us something to eat from the vending machines, so I took the opportunity to have a look at his computer. I opened up a new tab and then waved my fingers over the keyboard, eventually settling on searching my own name up. It came up with various profile links for people with my name but then an article caught my eye, it was dated 1983 and it was about the night my mother died. I clicked on it and started reading through.