─ 𝗜𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗜𝗻 𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱
❝ help me, it's like the walls are caving in. sometimes I feel like giving up, no medicine is strong enough. someone help me. ❞
in which after the death
of their father they try and
figure out a way that they...
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11.1 Playthings
I lied down on the motel bed, watching Sam on the laptop, searching for Ava. "Yeah. Okay, thanks Ellen." He said as I glanced at Salem who was laying next to me.
He sighed, hanging up the phone. "Did she have anything?" I asked as Dean walked into the room with drinks. "Me, I've been checking every database I can think of- federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just...into thin air, you know?"
"Huh," Dean huffed handing me and Sam our coffee.
"What about you?"
"No, same as before. Sorry, man," He informed. "Ellen did have one thing," Sam informed. "And that is?" I asked raising a brow. "A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks," He informed.
"Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?" Dean asked with a frown.
"It's a job," Sam started, "I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? Look, I don't know guys, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out."
"You did?" I asked crossing my arms, slightly in surprise.
"Yeah," Sam said as Dean sat on my bed as I noticed we shared the same confused look before going back to Sam. He frowned, "You both seem surprised."
"Well yeah, it's just -- you know -- not the patented Sam Winchester way, is it?" I said fumbling with Sal's tail.
"What way is that?" He asked.
"Well...We just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy window, and-" Dean said and Sam quickly gave him a look. "Yeah, I'll shut up now."
"Look. I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where," Sam said as he got up from the table and headed to sit on the other bed, "You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can."
I exchanged a look with Dean before looking back at Sam, "Wow. Never did I think I would be uncomfortable with attitude," Sam glanced down smiling before back at me and then to Dean. Who let out a sigh, smirking, "All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it."
