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-Chapter Two-

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Adelaine's P.O.V.

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I let out an annoyed groan from the driver's seat of my dark red 1969 429 Boss Mustang as Frankie took her sweet time from the passenger's seat, a to-go cup of blood in her hand. "Could you please hurry up? I wanna get this case over with and take a vacation." I whined, now resting the side of my head on the steering wheel.

The queen of sass I call a best friend raised both her hands in a defensive manor, "Well, I'm so sorry that I don't suck my blood down like a psychopath."

My eyes seemed to roll by themselves as I literally banged my forehead against the leather steering wheel a few times. Deciding to just take a little nap, I closed my eyes and just listened to the engine.

That is, until Frankie sighed out of relief, "I'm done!"

My eyes had never popped open faster as I turned the engine off and ripped the door open. I could practically hear the eye roll from Frankie as I slammed the door and walked towards the diner's entrance.

"What are we doing here again?" The she-devil inquired as we strolled inside. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes as I pulled the newspaper article from my pocket and roughly shoved it into her hands as we stopped at the front desk.

"Isn't this the case that Bobby Singer couldn't do?" She questioned in a curious way. "Yup, so we gotta watch out." I said quietly with a creepy tone and directed my attention towards the back of the diner.

An old lady with a white bun on top of her head then came out of the kitchen and made her way behind the desk. "Table for two?" She offered sweetly while adjusting her cute little reading glasses.

"Uh, not today. Do you happen to know where Jessie Simmons is?" I asked while leaning over the counter slightly. The lady's eyes squinted defensively as she crossed her arms, "What kind of a sick joke is this? Why do you people have to bother that poor girl?"

Frankie and I shared a confused look before pulling out our badges. "Ma'am, we just need to talk to her." My partner continued.

The old hag took a moment of staring at us like we were insulting her great grandmother before pointing her thumb behind her in the direction of the door that said 'Office'. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at her b*tchy attitude and followed Frankie who was already half way there.

"Well, here we go..." I heard her mumble before knocking rather harshly, causing some people eating to look at us with disgust. Who the hell would put an office in-between two booths anyway?

"You know, I'm starting to think we're not wanted here." I said nonchalantly to Frankie as she banged on the door again.

She laughed lightly, "Addie, when are we ever wanted anywhere?"

I pulled my lips down and as I nodded, knowing that she was right. Just as Frankie was about to knock again, a woman with red hair in her late twenties opened the door.

I pushed the thoughts of how her hair reminds me of blood and gave her a quick once over. She looked really tired with her wrinkled clothes and bags underneath her eyes.