Winchestered

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Trishas POV

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I left the bunker for a while and decided to just walk around the country side. Fall was slowly making it's way to us. The leaf aren't red or orange yet but the cold weather is giving it all away. I took the bus since my motorcycle was trashed by some damn demons. I

I "accidentally" stole a rich teenagers wallet and credit card . I will give it back, after I buy myself an other motorcycle. Yes I am that of an horrible person but I have to do it quick until he realizes it's gone and makes the bank inactivate it.

I stepped out of the bus when it arrived at the centre of the city and looked for a car shop or someone that is selling motorcycle's. As I walked I saw a big Yamaha store around the corner and oh how happy I got. Yamaha MC is a motorcycle company and their shit is pretty expensive.

I dug in my pocket to see if the credit card was still there and it was. I looked around, honestly I don't know anything about motorcycles. All I know is that the cool ones cost shit loud of money. And I am nothing rich.

"Can I help you?" A man with a rather large beard asked me and I denied.

"Just looking around." I try to brush him away but he does't go away.

"I suggest you take a look at our bestest model" Bestest?

Did he just say Bestest?

He pulls e away from the blue mc that I found that was pretty cute and instead he showed me a black one and a red one. They looked overdeveloped and made for collecting not driving. "These sweethearts is our best models, they have ....... horse powers and ...... ....... ......... ........ (I don't know anything about motorcycles so just pretend the beard guy is saying alot of mc related stuff.

"Hmm" I pretended to know what he said. The black one did kind of sparkle and interest "How much for?"

Am I really actually thinking about buying that thing?

"About 200 000? Dollars" He smiles.

I almost choke on air, how does that thing cost so much?

"200K?"

"Yes. Do you have anyone in your family or your friends that likes cars?"

"I guess" Probably just Dean.

"I will bet you 30 thousand dollars that he will freak out when you drive home with this" He patted on the head of the red one.

"Are you joking with me?" Is he being serious? 40K? He's out of his mind...

"Yes" He smiles again, "The offer is only here for 5 minutes so choose wisely"

He is 100% kidding with me. That mc must cost much less because he would never had done that bet with me unless if the motorcycle sucked.

"3 minutes"

"Fine, but 60k or no deal"

"40" He demands.

"55" I demand.

"44 and you'll get extra parts and we will fill it with benzine so you can try it out right now"

"Deal" What have I done...

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It turns out that the mc is actually very good, and it's really easy to control. That rich boy must have been even richer then I thought. He had over 200 thousand dollars in his band and what was he 17?

I drove by a tattoo shop. The first time I saw a picture of an anchor from the glass so I turned the motorcycle around and drove back to the tattoo shop to get a better look. I should get a tattoo. I already have one that kept the demons from possessing me on my ankle but I want another. One that matters. I walked in the shop and talked to the tattoo artist and I told her I wanted an anchor tattoo. She showed me a few that previous costumers has chosen but none of them felt right so told me to draw one and I did.

I drew Camerons. But my own version of it. Cameron had the anchor spears on each side pointing downwards, he said even the anchor has an anchor. What ever that means, I need it on the tattoo. It meant alot to him then it means a lot to me.

I drew an anchor and a rope tied on the top and it dangled around the anchor. "Even the anchor has an anchor" I think it means that the anchor is tied up to something, keeping it from just falling to the sea. If anyone cuts the rope that is the only thing attaching the anchor to the ship. Then the anchor will keep itself on the bottom of the sea. It's it's own anchor.

That's what he mean.

The tattoo artist redrew my anchor and she drew it magnificently.

When the tattoo was finished my phone vibrated, It was Kevin.

Deans POV

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"Funny that you just got home the exact moment Trish left" Charlie giggled.

"Shut up and keep reading"

We found the file to make the tracker work but the bad thing is that the file is detached to 19 other files and each of them has 600 pages to read. With only text.

I miss pictures.

"I'm just saying. Since you two are about the same age and she's hot and you're not so ugly. Just a little bit" She laughs.

"Why don't you, ask her out" I finished on file yay, 17 more to go.

"Bro, I would but she doesn't like girl. I'd be all over her by now if I was you" She picks my coffee mug up and drinks from it. Why does everybody do that. Since when does MY mug say "For everybody but Dean"?

"Who says I'm not.." I whisper for myself. But since the bunker is practically empty Charlie heard what I said and spat her coffee out her mouth.

"YOU WHAT" She shouts in disbelief.

"What? We had a thing but I don't know... I guess not anymore"

"Aw does Dennie Bennie have a crush" Charlie smirks.

"Shut up" I snap. "Read" I throw a file at her face ut she catches it.

"You should ask her out. She has been through a lot but maybe, just maybe you two will work out."

I look at Charlie and she smiles at me. She*s like an annoying little sister I never wanted.

"GUYS" Kevin screams. "I found him"

Charlie and I run up to Kevin, he was clicking at a few buttons behind the tracker. He stands up and points at Virginia.

"Lancaster, Virginia. That's were he is" Kevin says,"I'll call Trisha" Kevin picks his phone up and calls Trisha while Charlie and I stand confused and stare at the blinking red light on the button.

"What's he doing in Virginia?" Charlie asks.

" I don't know. He doesn't have any history there for all I know"

"Has it been any odd things happening there since Sam left?"

"No, it has been dead quiet." Wait... I run to my room and search through the papers on my desk. It's somewhere over here, I know it. At last I found the news article.

" 9 LOCALS DIED IN HYSTERIC YET MYSTERIOUS BLUE LIGHTS"

There was a picture on it too that I've been nagging on whole week. 1 man on the picture wore a grey jacket. I knew I remembered that jacket.

It's Sams.