"Alright, that's all the questions we have," I told the girl. Sam and I turned to walk away, when she smacked his ass. He jumped a little, obviously not expecting that. When I turned back around to yell at her, she was gone. I turned back to Sam, who was holding his butt.
"What's wrong?"
"That hurt." He pouted his bottom lip.
"Aww poor baby," I joked, wrapping my arms around his waist. He returned the action, planting a kiss on the top of my head.
"Hey love birds, I said no beach," Dean called from down the beach.
"We're coming, don't get your panties in a twist," I called back. He rolled his eyes and started back for the motel. Sam and I made our way to the motel behind him. We walked in the room and sat at the small table.
"I think we found our girl," I told Cas and Dean, showing them a picture of Patricia.
"So we'll go after her tonight, before anyone else gets hurt," Dean said. Everyone nodded in agreement and started to get ready. We grabbed a gun for each of us, making sure they were loaded with silver bullets. Just one shot with one of the bullets to the heart and she was gone.
We headed out at eleven, being careful not to let anyone know our intentions. We headed to her apartment, trying to figure out an excuse to get in.
"Sam and I could tell her we are trying to keep her safe from whatever hurt her friends. You guys could sneak in while we talk to her and distract her," I offered. The three men agreed to the plan. Sam and I knocked on the door, while Dean and Cas hid, still able to see us. Patricia opened the door, instantly grinning when she saw Sam.
"I see you remember my partner Detective Lawson." She nodded.
"Why don't you come in," She offered to Sam. He nodded and she pulled him in by his arm, closing the door in my face before I could enter. Dean and Cas walked out from behind a corner, trying to hold in their laughs. I glared at them, forcing them to stop and be serious.
"I really hate that girl." I opened the door slowly to check if Patricia was distracted. Her and Sam were nowhere to be seen, alarming me. I tried telling myself he would be okay, but for some reason I wasn't so sure. I motioned for Dean and Cas to follow me farther into the house, and we tiptoed to the back of the apartment where her room was. We found the room torn apart, and the window left wide open.
"Sam!" I searched under the fallen bed and dresser looking for him. My eyes started to water when I realized I couldn't find him anywhere.
"I'm sure he's fine," Dean said, grabbing my arm. He pulled me into a hug and I rested my head on his chest while crying. I looked passed him at the window, noticing what looked like claw marks on the ledge. I stopped crying, focusing on finding Sam. I pushed Dean away and walked over to the window.
"Do you think if we follow the claw marks, we could find Sam," I asked, looking towards Dean and Cas with hope in my eyes. They nodded and we walked out of the apartment building. We found her window from outside and looked for more marks. We followed scattered marks to an alley.
"Rosie? Is that you?"
