Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 14, 2016 22:47:18 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON SIX. EPISODE FIVE.
"Hey -- so, uh, I'm actually not far" Dean informed Lisa over the phone, leaning up against the Impala casually. "I'm about a night's drive." "Yeah?" Lisa sounded hopeful. "So you think..." "Well, there's some stuff I gotta do here first" Dean explained which Lisa agreed to understandably. "Of course." "But I was thinkin' that, uh, I'll wrap up here, and, y'know, make sure I'm not followed...I'll have to take side streets, and I'd have to come at night" - Dean was playing with her now and he knew that she knew it just from the way her tone lit up happily when she interrupted with, "oh just shut up already and get your ass home!" The word 'home' was nice to hear. "I can't wait to see you" Lisa added, overjoyed. "This phone thing is getting old." "Yeah" Dean agreed with a nod. Being in a monogamous relationship with someone you barely saw was not how he was used to doing things, that was for sure. "Well, call us when you're close" Lisa requested, her tone loving. "And Dean...be careful." Dean's lips twitched. "Course." He was always careful...ish.
"What're you so stoked about?" Sam came up behind him from the police station the Impala was parked in front of, holding a thin stack of papers. "Nothing" Dean lied quickly, stuffing his phone into one pocket and then holding out that hand. "What ya got?" "Six girls in seven days" Sam announced, passing over what turned out to be multiple missing persons reports. "Which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year -- all about the same age." "And cute" Dean observed, leafing through them. Sam scoffed, implying he didn't agree. "Hey, ice cream comes in all flavors Sam" Dean pointed out, grinning. "Right. Sure." Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. That's the only thing similar between them all. Sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?" "Well...six directions to go here." Dean fanned out the pages between them. "Pick a number." "Seven" Sam corrected grimly. "Another call just came in today."
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"Kristin's a good kid." The latest missing girl's father wrung out his hands with teary eyes as the boys interviewed him. "A little naive, sure..." He shrugged and let both hands drop to his sides. "You try to be a good parent, you know. But girls are hard." The boys swapped a look, confused. "Right" Sam agreed slowly after a minute. "Well, we'd just like to find your daughter." "Last door on the left." Kristen's father pointed, indicating her room. "Thanks." Dean headed in that direction, Sam close behind him. "Whaddya think he was talking about" Dean muttered in a curious undertone. Sam shrugged, keeping his tone low as well. "Drugs?" Dean pushed open Kristen's bedroom door and the two of them stared openly. The entire room was covered...literally COVERED...in vampire posters. Posters about movies and books like Twilight and another series Dean had never heard of called "My Summer Blood". Posters with shirtless vampires, flexing their muscles. There were vampire books, vampire pillows, vampire everything. "Oh." Dean made a face.
"So much worse."
"Hey -- so, uh, I'm actually not far" Dean informed Lisa over the phone, leaning up against the Impala casually. "I'm about a night's drive." "Yeah?" Lisa sounded hopeful. "So you think..." "Well, there's some stuff I gotta do here first" Dean explained which Lisa agreed to understandably. "Of course." "But I was thinkin' that, uh, I'll wrap up here, and, y'know, make sure I'm not followed...I'll have to take side streets, and I'd have to come at night" - Dean was playing with her now and he knew that she knew it just from the way her tone lit up happily when she interrupted with, "oh just shut up already and get your ass home!" The word 'home' was nice to hear. "I can't wait to see you" Lisa added, overjoyed. "This phone thing is getting old." "Yeah" Dean agreed with a nod. Being in a monogamous relationship with someone you barely saw was not how he was used to doing things, that was for sure. "Well, call us when you're close" Lisa requested, her tone loving. "And Dean...be careful." Dean's lips twitched. "Course." He was always careful...ish.
"What're you so stoked about?" Sam came up behind him from the police station the Impala was parked in front of, holding a thin stack of papers. "Nothing" Dean lied quickly, stuffing his phone into one pocket and then holding out that hand. "What ya got?" "Six girls in seven days" Sam announced, passing over what turned out to be multiple missing persons reports. "Which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year -- all about the same age." "And cute" Dean observed, leafing through them. Sam scoffed, implying he didn't agree. "Hey, ice cream comes in all flavors Sam" Dean pointed out, grinning. "Right. Sure." Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. That's the only thing similar between them all. Sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?" "Well...six directions to go here." Dean fanned out the pages between them. "Pick a number." "Seven" Sam corrected grimly. "Another call just came in today."
~~~
"Kristin's a good kid." The latest missing girl's father wrung out his hands with teary eyes as the boys interviewed him. "A little naive, sure..." He shrugged and let both hands drop to his sides. "You try to be a good parent, you know. But girls are hard." The boys swapped a look, confused. "Right" Sam agreed slowly after a minute. "Well, we'd just like to find your daughter." "Last door on the left." Kristen's father pointed, indicating her room. "Thanks." Dean headed in that direction, Sam close behind him. "Whaddya think he was talking about" Dean muttered in a curious undertone. Sam shrugged, keeping his tone low as well. "Drugs?" Dean pushed open Kristen's bedroom door and the two of them stared openly. The entire room was covered...literally COVERED...in vampire posters. Posters about movies and books like Twilight and another series Dean had never heard of called "My Summer Blood". Posters with shirtless vampires, flexing their muscles. There were vampire books, vampire pillows, vampire everything. "Oh." Dean made a face.
"So much worse."
