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"FOR THE LAST TIME DEAN, I REALLY COULDN'T SEE THE PROBLEM" SAM said to his older brother, now unlocking their motel room, now opening the door wide open so they could walk in. When Sam walked in, Dean closed the door behind him.
"Yeah, that's easy for you to say, Sam, you aren't afraid of flying" he grumbled, now throwing his bag on his bed and taking off his leather jacket to hang on it on the coat hanger. "Well, we survived, right? Nobody got hurt, and the guy was exorcised. What else do you want us to do, Dean?" He questioned.
Dean just shook his head, and grabbed his jacket. "I'm going to find a diner and get some pie while I sit down and enjoy it, instead of listening to you" he said as Sam then let out a chuckle in disbelief. "Are you really trying to run off from this conversation?" Before Sam could say anything else, Dean was out the door, off to the impala.
The younger male just stared at the table in disbelief, it wasn't a surprise if Dean drives off somewhere. Sam pulled out his laptop from his duffle bag and sat down at the table, now opening it. He was trying to find a new case for them, something that would scream supernatural and as well as trying to find their father.
His eyes scan the screen, it's been about half an hour, nothing seems to be appearing on his screen. Then something piqued his interest when he saw an article about a missing person. He opened it, at first it didn't seem like a supernatural thing but yet it seemed weird.
This girl had completely disappeared out of sight but it was never explained how, or if she left a note. Her belongings were there and everything was in place. Something seemed quite off, and when he had noticed a phone number in the article, he had decided to give it a ring, to see what might have happened to the poor girl.
When the phone rang, Sam patiently waited for the phone to be picked up and when it did, a tired yet confused voice answered. "Hello? Who is this?" The voice said. "Hi, I'm agent Goldlock, I'm from the FBI, I'm calling about Diana Springwald" he said. Silence fell into the call as the male in the other line seemed hesitant, yet he spoke.
"That's my sister...why the hell would the FBI be interested in my sister?"
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"So you're telling me that this pornstar just disappeared in thin air?" Dean asked, looking at the road as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. "Yes, Dean, from what I've heard from her brother, is that he came home, he called out her name a few times like he usually would and then he never found her," Sam explained, reading the information that the brother gave him.
Dean just looked ahead and then glanced at Sam. "Sammy, this doesn't sound like a case, this sounds like some pornstar ran away, probably with some guy in her studio" he said in annoyance. Sam then shook his head.
"The brother said that she could have never done that, that she hated her job and hell didn't sound like she liked any of the guys in the studio either" it seemed like this girl was more than some worker for a studio, more like somebody who seemed vulnerable, almost forced into this line of work.
"Okay, so this Pornstar didn't run away with some guy...then how did she magically disappear without a trace?" Dean questioned. Then Sam was thinking, he knew something seemed off when he was talking to the brother, like he was hiding something.
Soonly enough, it took a few hours to drive to the destination. It was quiet between them as Dean was focusing on the road while Sam was looking over the information on the missing girl. The impala stopped as they looked over to the house.
Dean nodded. "They must be pretty rich, huh?" he said, now getting out of the car with Sam following behind. Now going up to the door, knocking on it a few times. The door opened to reveal a tired yet confused male. "Uh...hello?" He asked.
Sam then had pulled out his badge. "Agent Goldlock, we spoke on the phone yesterday?" He said which made the male nod. "Yeah, yeah, I remember, you were asking about my sister" he said, soonly after he left the two men inside the house.
"Is your parents home?" Dean asked, looking at the younger male who scoffed. "Yeah...don't they really come home often.." he mumbled, shrugging. Yet that made Sam relate to that statement even with their absent father, it felt completely different.
Dean just nodded, now looking around the house. "Do you mind if we look around? Maybe we can find something that might help us find your sister" Sam asked, the younger male nodded. "Yeah, go ahead, her room is down the hallway on the left," he said, watching as Dean and Sam make their way to Diana's room.
The room was full of trinkets, posters, many of many singers like Britney Spears, Michael Jackson. Dean nodded as he smirked, knowingly well what kind of girl that this pornstar was. Yet what caught his eyes was the many photos stuck to the mirror. "Oh she was smokin' hot, Sam" Dean commented which made Sam roll his eyes.
"Can you focus on trying to find something, not checking out somebody who could be dead" Sam said, now he ran his fingers across the window sill, it seemed strange. He held up his fingers to his nose to take a sniff. "Sulphur?" Dean questioned. "Sulphur," Sam said, nodding.
"Jesus...so what? Are we dealing with some kind of demon here?" It was silent until they heard footsteps, they turned around to see somebody standing at the doorway.
"Who the hell are you?"
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Danny Speaks!
finally I've posted this chapter, took me weeks to even start writing BUT IM WRITING !! let's gooo. also let's all thank tisiix for this lovely gif like woah. next chapter will hopefully will be out soon !
