[#392 Dean Winchester]
[#486 Sam Winchester]
[Book 3 of 14]
{Completed}
"Do I dare look?" Alayna muttered to herself. When Sam didn't answer, she looked up at the window just as Dean walked over to it, facing the two from behind the glass, and flash...
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The next morning Sam and Karoline headed back up to Trotters for lunch. Sam thanked the bartender as he took the two beers before heading over to Karoline who was sitting at the bar with a tray of nachos completely untouched as she stared down at her phone. "You do realize there's food barely two feet in front of you, right?" Sam checked and Karoline looked over at him with a sigh.
"You know, how many times I have told Rich, he's gonna get himself into some serious trouble."
"Kare, you're assuming he's missing," Sam began as he came up and took a seat next to her. "I mean, maybe he just bailed." Karoline was shaking her head before he even finished his statement.
"He's a moron," She leant forward on her crossed arms as she looked over at him. "A sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't have bailed. We got to go find him."
"Alright, you go do that, I'll stay back to trail Trotter." Sam explained as he grabbed his jacket off the counter.
"Yeah?" Karoline asked as she looked over at Sam, who was getting up from his seat.
"I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me last night," Sam said, glancing over at Karoline. "Maybe there is something going on here," he mused.
Two hours later she started heading back to the bar. After about an hour of searching Karoline had remembered Richie saying something about him and the bartender -Casey- having plans. After that the rest was pretty simple, she found out Casey's address to her apartment and the old Renaissance mansion she owned as well. She swung by and set up a trap, the plan would be that lure her down into it, where they had the Devil's trap set up. Currently, she was on her way back to find Sam. Karoline dialed Sam's number to see if he had found anything new on Trotter.
"Kare?" Sam greeted curiously.
"Sammy, hey, did you find anything?"
"Not really," Karoline sighed in defeat at the answer. "I was about to head up to check out his apartment. I'll meet you back at the bar in twenty minutes." Before Karoline could respond the line went dead.
"Sam?" Karoline glanced at her phone to see 'call disconnected' written on her screen. She sighed in defeat, dropping her phone back into her purse.
Karoline took a deep breath and headed into the bar, what if this didn't work, what if she didn't go for girls. Well, if she was leading Karoline there just to try and kill her she didn't think gender would be a preference. Her attention flickered up to Casey as the bartender came up to her with a smile playing at her lips.
"What're you doing back here?" Casey smirked at the blonde, cleaning out a glass.
Karoline looked around then leaned in slightly with a coy smile of her own, "I kinda got a thing for the bartender, don't tell her." She winked.
