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? home a place where i can go to take this off my shoulders. someone take me home, ?
in which carmen help's
her brother's find their
missing dad and help
peopled on the way.
( supernatural x oc )
( season...
The three were currently sitting in a random dive-bar. Sam was going through their dad's journal while nursing a beer. Carmen watched as Dean threw darts while she sneaked a few sips from his beer. To which Sam had caught her doing, shaking his head with a smile before looking back at the journal. "So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle,"
"Well, they could be right, it could just be kidnapping." Dean shrugged.
"Maybe this isn't our kind of gig," She suggested, tapping her nails on the wooden table. "Yeah, maybe not. Except for this, Dad marked the area." Dean came over to his other side as they all peered at the journal. Seeing the bright red circle. "Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."
"Why'd he do that?" She asked with frowned brows, tilting her head to the side nearly colliding into her brother's head.
"Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too-this country has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state." Sam explained looking between the two. "That's weird. Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot." Dean added.
"Well, there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime." Sam said before Dean went back to throwing darts. "Look, guys, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either."
She looked over her shoulder to see the bartender staring them down. Well mostly starring Carmen down. "I should go wait outside." Both her brothers looked at her with a confused expression. "Why?" "Because I think I gave him a bad fake." She pushed off the table top. "I told you to throw it out." Dean remarked before turning back to the board. "I thought I could use it as a backup in case I had nothing else." She tried to explain while walking away, "Yeah it shows how that works," She heard her older brother remark, flipping him off before fully walking out.
She sat on the hood, pulling the ends of the flannel she absolutely stole from one of her brothers. Her head snapping when a thud hits the spot next to her on the Impala. "Miss me?" Shutting her eyes at the sight of the black cat–correction, talking black cat. "You aren't really talking to me."
"Yet you're still talking to me."
"You're just–"
"A talking cat that your mother allowed only you to hear." Her eyes snapped open and her head practically ripped into his direction. Just when her eyes landed on the cat, his attention was drawn elsewhere and went off to find it. At the sound of the front door opening, followed by the loud music, her attention was brought to Sam. Feeling her neck start to hurt from whipping it around, 'Where's Dean?"
