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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When your boyfriend gets kidnapped, it kind of brings to light how much you actually care about the asshole, which is why I greeted him oh so kindly when he walked through the door of our motel room with the coffee I sent him to get. "Dickhead," I said, not looking up from the magazine I held as I lie in bed.
Sam sat at the table, laptop open as he set his phone down after hanging up from his call with Ellen.
"Good to see my lovely girlfriend is up from her nap with the same attitude I prayed sleep would take away," Dean teased, giving my thigh a squeeze while handing me a cup of coffee. He then moved to Sam, handing him a cup as well. "What'd she have to say?"
"She's got nothing," Sam replied. "Me, I've been checking every database I can think of, federal, state, and local."
Dean dropped his keys on the dresser.
"No one's heard anything about Ava," Sam continued. "She just...into thin air, you know? What about you?"
"No. Same as before. Sorry, man." Dean moved back toward me, peeling off his leather jacket and dropping it at the foot of the bed before sitting down.
"Ellen did have one thing," Sam said. "A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks."
"Your brother is a freak accident, yet no one is reporting him as a crime or hunting him down," I remarked, flipping the page of the magazine.
"Is being a heinous witch fun, or...?" Dean asked, glancing over his shoulder at me.
"Is being a whore fun?"
"Yes, I'll have you know."
I rolled my eyes.
Dean looked back at Sam, hand coming out to grasp my thigh. "What's that have to do with Ava?" he asked, gripping my leg tight as he gave me a teasing smile.
"Get off of me." I brought a foot up to lightly kick at his side, though a small smile pulled at my lips.
"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub," Sam explained. "Then a few days ago, a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete 180. Which isn't exactly normal, you know?"
"If he ever falls down the stairs, it was definitely an accident. I promise." I nodded to Dean.
"Look, I don't know, Dean. It might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd check it out," Sam continued, ignoring my threat to his brother's life.
"You did?" Dean asked as I set the coffee he gave me on the nightstand next to his.
