Sweet Child O' Mine {D. Winchester}

chapter eighteen

Paisley

I shuddered softly after having a conversation with one of the patients that was an elderly gentleman who was trying to be a little too touchy for my liking. He kept thinking I was his late wife which broke my heart don't get me wrong, but I would have been a little more sympathetic if he didn't keep touching me. Maybe I should've let Dean come this go instead of me.

I finally found Sam looking like he was deep in thought like he was maybe reminiscing on something, but I'm not sure what he would be reminiscing on in a retirement home. I tilted my head slightly as I reached his side.

"Sammy," I poked his shoulder. He took a deep breath as he shook his head slightly. "Got anything?"

"Hey, uhm, no. Uh, no hex bags, no EMF, nothing. You?"

"Nada, touchy old men. Half of the folks I talked to don't even remember being robbed," I sighed crossing my arms over my chest.

"Hey, did your dad have a friend named Fred Jones, lived outside Salt Lake?"

"Can't say I know. I didn't know much about who dad kept in contact with. He taught me basic fighting skills, not enough to do stuff on the field with him. Mostly for emergencies. I didn't know much about what he did or who he talked to outside of the motel rooms. I mean, don't you think I would've known you when you approached me?"

"Yeah, that's a good point," he sighed out and I moved my eyes to what he was looking at. There was a bunch of different pictures on the wall of residents, and if I was as decently smart as I thought, one of those people was the Fred Jones guy.

"Is he here? Why do you ask?"

"I think he was psychic or something. Dean would know, I think. He's in room 114," Sam pointed at Fred Jones's picture with his room number.

"Cas, let's go," I looked to Cas who was at a coffee table talking to a cat. I tilted my head softly letting my mouth hang open slightly, confused nonetheless.

"I've almost cracked him."

"Castiel, now, please," I sighed walking behind Sam to Fred's room.

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I could faintly hear the sounds of a cartoon playing on the other side of the door. I looked up at Sam giving him a small nod as he knocked softly on the door then pushed it opened. I looked into the room to see an older man sitting in a wheel chair focused on the tv that was mounted high on the wall. There was a cartoon playing on the tv and I looked up at Sam again, silently expressing the connection.

"Mr. Jones?" Sam called out as we entered the room. He went over to Fred's wheelchair and crouched beside him. "Hey, it's, uh, Sam Winchester. I have a friend with me, Paisley Sterling. You might've known her dad Jacob Sterling."

I leaned over slightly to try and look Fred in the eyes, "Mr. Jones?"

"My nerves! Get me a doctor!" The cartoon on the television had his full attention. In my heels, I was tall enough to reach up and hit the off switch.

"Fred! Hello!" I waved my hands in front of his face. I pursed my lips as it appeared he was completely unaware of our presence, but if he was some kind of psychic, whatever that may specifically be, surely he had some kind of awareness.