Supernatural- Reader Inserts (1)

Sam- Arguments (Part Three)

RECAP:

Two hours had passed by, Dean was dozing off, and Sam was still watching the door. He saw a shadow cross in front of the window, too big to be you. "Dean." He hit his brother's chest. Dean jumped awake, and went to hit Sam back. Sam pointed and said. "Look." The curtains moved and a figure peered out at the street, the boys ducked and peered over the door slowly. The figure was gone.

"Who was that?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "Not who. It's a what."
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Sam climbed out of the Impala, he grabbed his gun. Sticking it in the back of his pants, his face was void was any emotion. Dean could see the worry in his chocolate brown eyes. Sam began walking to the motel door, his stomach dropped when he touched the door knob. What if she's gone? Damn it, I was too late! Why did I let her go?! Sam kept cursing himself mentally.

Dean followed his sibling to the door, "Are you going to open the door?" Dead asked softly.

Sam took a deep breath, his eyes watched the door as he swung it open. The room was dark, Sam walked over to the lamp. Then, there was light. He looked around, things were thrown around. There was a few wholesale in the wall.

Images flashed through his mind. You were held by your hair, as the figure threw you at the wall. You fought back, shoving the figure into another wall. The figure's fist hitting the wall instead of your head. A chair hitting the wall. The last thought that crossed his mind was you were thrown across the room, hitting the wall. You never got up.

"Sam, c'mere" Dean said. He was holding a piece of paper. Sam took it from his hands.

AL'S Homegrown Grocery
9869 Main Street
(315) - 467- 9874*

"Let's go see Al" Sam said to Dean. Dean nodded and followed him out.

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Al Donovan was a short, older man, in his late forties. His brown hair was greying, he had a well kept beard. His blue eyes were fading, and he had crow's feet around his eyes. "Like I told the cops, Agent--"

"Barnett and Franklin." Sam cut in. Al nodded.

"The women all seemed to be fine, they came bought their things and then left." Al continued. He scratched his beard and seemed to be thinking.

"Anything in common?" Sam asked looking up at them.

"Actually, they did all buy the same ... what was it ... actually I can show you." Al said, "Follow me, Agents."

Al led them to the isle with all the books, "They all seemed to buy this book." He said. The book was black with gold letters.

"The House of Night?" Dean asked.

"Thanks Al, call us if anything else turns up." Sam handed him his card. Al nodded and walked off, yelling at a stock boy about how the chips should be stacked.

Sam walked put of the store, he ran his hands over his face. Where are you?

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Sam began to piece together what happened. It had something to do with the books. "I'll find you, (y/n). Then, I'll never let you go."