When fate leads Arabella to the Winchesters, there's one thing she can't let herself do: fall in love.
"And when she needs to shelter from reality, she takes a dip in my daydreams." - Arctic Monkeys
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Arabella, Sam, and Dean stood inside a motel room. Sam was on the phone with Ellen.
"Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen," Sam says, hanging up.
"What did she have to say?" Dean asks.
Sam shakes his head. "Oh, she's got nothing. I've been checking every database I can think of—federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava. She just...vanished into thin air, you know?"
Dean nods. "Huh."
He hands one of the three cups of coffee he was carrying to Sam and another to Arabella. Arabella thanks him.
"What about you?" Sam asks Dean.
Dean shakes his head. "No, same as before. Sorry, man."
"Ellen did have one thing," Sam says.
"Hmm?" Dean raises an eyebrow.
"A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks," Sam explains.
Dean leans in. "Yeah? What's that got to do with Ava?"
"It's a job. A lady drowned in the bathtub, and a few days ago, a guy fell down the stairs—his head did a complete one-eighty. Not exactly normal, you know? Look, I don't know, Dean, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out." Sam says.
"You did?" Dean asks.
Sam nods. "Yeah. You seem surprised."
"Well, yeah. It's just, you know, not the patented Sam Winchester way, is it?" Dean teases.
Sam furrows his brows. "What way is that?"
"I just figured after Ava, there'd be, uh, you know, more angst, droopy music, and staring out rainy windows," Dean says. He pauses as Sam glares at him. "Yeah, I'll shut up now."
Sam sighs. "Look, I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead, and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can."
"Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you," Dean quips. Arabella rolls her eyes.
Sam ducks his head and laughs.
Dean smirks. "All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it."
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Pierpont Inn - Day
It's not raining, but the roads are wet and the air is misty as Sam, Arabella, and Dean park the Impala in front of the inn. Dean gets out of the driver's side.
