The Soulmate's Signature

Chapter 2

          "Hey, Sammy! Guess what?" Dean exclaimed, excitement clear in his voice, as he skipped into the man cave. Sam laughed a little bit.
"What, Dean?" He asked. Dean shoved a newspaper in Sam's face.
"I found a job!" Dean answered his little brother's question. Sam slowly took the newspaper from Dean's hand and scanned the article his brother had found.
"28 year old woman, Brianna Richards, found dead in Lebanon, Kansas outside of Bucky's Bar," Sam read.
"Her heart was missing," Dean interrupted Sam. "Must be a werewolf." Sam nodded in agreement.
"Well, grab your jacket and let's go. It's in town, at least," Sam said. Dean quickly grabbed his jacket and his keys to his beloved baby — his black, 1967 Chevy Impala. Sam and Dean ran out of the bunker and into the car.

          "Chief Wright, I already told you everything. She asked if I could lock up because she wanted to go meet her boyfriend. I agreed. I was inside the whole time sweeping. After I locked the alarm, I went out into the parking lot to go home. But I noticed that Brianna's car was still there. So I walked around looking for her and when I went around her car, I found Brianna with her heart missing. I immediately called the police," Adelaide explained her story to the Chief Wright for the hundredth time.
          "Are you sure?" Chief Wright asked again. Adelaide sighed and rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.
          "Yes, I'm sure. You can even check the security cameras that we have. I didn't murder Brianna. I wouldn't. She was basically my best friend." Adelaide started to feel tears burning her eyes. She tried to stop them from falling, but failed. The tears slipped out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Adelaide covered her eyes with the palms of her hands.
          "You're lucky I believe you," Chief Wright said. Adelaide looked up at him. "You're free to go. But if I need any more details,"
          "You can count on me," Adelaide finished his sentence. Adelaide walked out of the interrogation room. As she walked out into the parking lot, she spotted two handsome looking men. One was very tall, with long, for a guy at least, brown hair. The other man was the customer that Adelaide had recently dealt with. The gentlemen walked by her and the shorter man gently smiled at her and winked. Adelaide couldn't help but blush. She looked down at her feet and brushed her long, blonde hair out of her ocean blue eyes. The men walked into the police station and Adelaide started for her car.
          "Dude, why are you winking at her? Don't you want to wait and find Adelaide?" Sam asked Dean. Dean rolled his eyes.
          "We don't even know if I'll ever meet Adelaide," Dean sighed. "Besides, that was the bartender that I told you about." Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's remark. They walked over to the Chief and started to ask him some questions about Brianna.

          Adelaide threw on some comfy sweatpants with a graphic t-shirt. She threw her hair into a messy ponytail and started for her cupboard for some snacks. She found her favourite chips, Doritos, and poured herself a bowl. She casually strolled into the living room and plopped down onto the couch.
"Finally, I can just watch some Friends," Adelaide sighed to herself. She munched down on the Doritos and laughed at the jokes that were said on the tv show.
Around 10 pm, Adelaide fell sleep on the couch, while Netflix still played and the bowl of Doritos were eaten up.

"So, we have to go track down some chick named Adelaide who may or may not be my soulmate?" Dean asked Sam, as he threw himself onto the motel bed.
"I guess so. I mean, the Chief said that she was best friends with Brianna and our only lead. But he didn't say her last name," Sam refreshed Dean's memory.
"Well, where the hell could she be?" Dean said, frustrated.
"Probably at her house," Sam replied. Dean scoffed.
"Well, no shit. But where's her house?"
"Do I look like I know?" Sam sassed his brother, as he sat down on his own motel bed. "If only the Chief gave us her address."
"Yeah, well, he didn't, so we're screwed," Dean scoffed. Sam rolled his eyes. He laid down on his bed and started to drift off to sleep.
"Night, jerk," Sam said to Dean.
"Night, bitch," Dean replied. Sam smiled softly before falling asleep. Dean rolled over in his bed and looked down at his arm. He stared blankly at the name. "Is this finally the week that I get to meet you?" Dean asked himself quietly, so Sam didn't hear him. Dean sighed and closed his eyes. Wondering what Adelaide looked like and hoping that he gets to meet her soon.