Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 3

Harley's POV:

After Sam and I left the little diner we made our way back to the motel where I would then try to nonchalantly steal Vipers keys to the impala.

I snuck in, and saw them napping once again. That's all they do is eat, sleep, and flirt. I went over to Vipers Jean jacket she was wearing that day and grabbed the keys before quickly turning and exiting the room.

"Lemme guess, you got caught." Sam laughed in a smart ass way. I lifted my had and let the keys drop, holding the key ring. I smirked and winked at him.

"Show off." He laughed.

"Let's go." I said, shoving his arm and walking past him. We got in the impala and I turned Vi's music down from 95 to 11. Just as I pulled out of the parking lot of the motel, I hadn't gotten up to 35 mph yet, and my phone rang.

"Shit." I mumbled, "hello? Hey Vi, how ya doing?" I asked her nervously.

"Where's my car?" She asked in a stern voice.

"Would you believe the parking lot?" I asked.

"No."

"It's being cleaned."

"Yeah right."

"It grew wings in flew away." I said, making bullshit excuses now.

"Harley, where is it?" She asked, I could tell she wasn't very happy with me.

"Well, Sam and I are going somewhere, we'll be back soon I swear-"

"No drifting, no sloppy eating, no messing with the radio, and no sex in my car." She said, my face got red even though Sam couldn't hear her. "and if you wreck it I'll kill you." She said before hanging up.

"Got caught huh?" Sam smirked.

"No." I said sternly, "I got questioned." I rolled my eyes.

After about 35 minutes we came to Lynn, the town where all this crazy shit originally started.

"Yes ma'am," The Sheriff said, hanging the phone up. "How can I help you?" He asked me.

"I'm Agent Collins, this is Agent Maynard," I said pointing to Sam. We both pulled out our badges, flashed them, and returned them to our suit pockets.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" He asked us.

"Well Sheriff Smith," I said, looking at his badge, "we heard about an accident on one of your highways here locally."  I told him.

"Yes, the 'Prom Night Disaster'." He called it. I nodded my head. "That was almost a year ago, we closed that case about 8 months ago." He said, furrowing his brows.

"Uh, well uh" Sam said, "we think we may have found more information. Our department in Kentucky has yet to close this case. If it's any problem I'm sure I can give my supervisor a call and-"

"No no, that won't be necessary." He interrupted Sam. "Follow me."

Sam looked at me and winked as I laughed and followed Smith to his office.

"Well," he said messing with the papers    held by a manila envelope. "the last thing we found with the case was that the females body went missing. After 7 months of searching we closed the case cold and hadn't heard of anything else. Well until the two of you came in today." Smith told us.