Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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Dean parked the car outside of the Blue Rose Motel, eyes scanning over the windows.
"There." I pointed to the sliding glass door where Sam stood, looking out over the parking lot.
"Oh, thank God you're okay," Dean muttered. Sam moved to the side, disappearing into the room, revealing a woman with brown hair. "Oh, you're better than okay. Sam, you sly dog." He chuckled.
I hit his shoulder. "Shut up."
After a few minutes of watching him through the window, the glass shattered. A gunshot.
"Stay here, got it?" Dean told me, giving me a stern look as he got out of the car.
"What?" I asked. "What about--?"
"Stay." Then Dean was running through the parking lot to find the person who was shooting at Sam.
With bated breath and my heart hammering in my chest, I waited because what else could I do. Minutes and minutes passed before I decided to head in the direction of the shots. I came to an old shipping container. On top of it, I spotted Sam and the woman he was with.
No Dean.
I climbed up the ladder to join them.
"I just got here myself. It's a real funky town. You ditched me, Sammy," I heard Dean's voice, the spotted Sam's phone in his hand.
Sam turned and saw me, eyes going wide. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now, there's someone after me."
"What? Who?"
"I don't know. That's what we need to find out."
"What the fuck is happening?" I mouthed to Sam.
He gestured for me to be quiet. "Where are you?"
"I'm staying at 5637 Monroe Street," Dean replied. "Why don't you meet me here?"
"Yeah, sure." Sam hung up.
"This is just great," I muttered.
"What is it?" the woman asked.
"My brother's in trouble," Sam answered. "Ria, this is Ava. Ava, Ria."
"What?" she asked.
"He gave me a code word," Sam pulled a notepad and pen from his pocket as I paced. "Someone's got a gun on him."
"Code word?"
"Yeah. Funky town," Sam said. "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a long story."
