𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

003

We made it downtown and have been driving around looking for a woman who has been putting up posters. At least that was until Dean decided to pull into a parking space next to a museum.

"Why'd we park? Please tell me we aren't going to the museum." I beg, but it falls on deaf ears as both the bothers hop out of the Impala.

I catch up to the two and follow in step with them. That's when I see the girl putting up papers. I let out a small oh.

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean points out.

"Yeah." Sam agrees.

"Most likely." I say with a shrug, pursing my lips.

"You must be Amy." Dean starts as we surround her. I feel bad. It looks like we're going to jump her or something.

"Troy told us about you. He's our nephew. I'm Dean. This is Sammy and Jenny." he points to Sam on his one side, and then me on his other. I force a smile when I hear the nickname and so does Sam.

"He never mentioned you to me." she says in a bored tone before turning around and walking away. We are quick to follow and keep up with her.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much. We're up in Modesto." Sam cuts him off, noticing that Amy isn't bothering with paying attention. He steps in front of her to get her to stop walking. I do the same, standing at his left.

"So we're looking for him, too, and we're kinda asking around." Her friend pops up next to her as Sam finishes his sentence. I look at her in shock, not knowing where she came from.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asks, lightly putting her hand on Amy's elbow. She just replies with a small 'yeah'.

"Do you mind if we sit down and ask you a couple questions?" I ask politely with a friendly smile. She nods after a second.

"We can go to the diner across the street." She points over to it and I thank her.

The booth we were placed at had no room for me to sit, so Dean pats his lap with a smirk, inviting me to sit on it and I scoff. Instead, I shove him over as much as I could before sitting down myself with a satisfied smile. 

I hear both the brothers grunt, but they otherwise don't say anything. We were squashed together like sardines, but it worked. The girls look at us weirdly but I just awkwardly smile. We got our drinks, then went into the questions.

"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and uh he never did." Amy says sadly.

"I'm sorry." I apologize, knowing how hard it must be for her.

"He didn't say anything strange?" Sam questions. I nod.

"Yeah, you know, out of the ordinary?" I add.

"No. Nothing I can remember." she says, looking between the three of us.

"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared...something's not right." Dean hints.

"So if you know anything. Anything at all. It would really help." I say with encouragement. I narrow my eyes at them as the two girls exchange a glance.

"What is it?" Dean asks suspiciously, taking the question right out of my mouth.

"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend shrugs.

"What do they talk about?" The brothers ask in union. I look at them weirdly, but they don't seem bothered by it. Too engrossed in finding out what the girl has to say.