Sam POV
"Dean, I we got a hit." the aforementioned man was at my side immediately as I entered the room with my phone in hand, tense and alert even though it was probably 4AM.
We were both pretty immersed in this case. Cas hadn't woken up yet, and I could tell my brother was just as worried as I was for the Angel. The man's wounds had healed up completely, but he was still unresponsive. We still had no idea what happened to him, or if he would recover at all.
"Alright, I just got a call from Ash, and he got word of our mystery girl." I told him as I moved to pack my stuff, "She's currently in Flagstaff, Arizona, but we'd better hurry if we want to catch her. Ash said he had so much trouble locating her, he's convinced that us finding her now is just random luck."
"Okay, so what's our plan of action?" Dean was picking up his things as well, shoving items into his bag quickly, "I mean, from what little Cas said, I'm assuming that she's been on the run for quite some time. We can't just tail her, she'll most likely figure us out in an instant."
"I'm not sure." I admitted as we made out way out of the motel room and towards the impala, holding Cas up between us and attempting to look like we were taking our drunk friend home, "But we can figure it out on the way."
"Great. Hey, at least it's more detailed than some of our previous plans." Dean snorted at that as he shifted the impala into gear, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Yeah, well, we have done some pretty crazy stuff." I chuckled slightly, "Maybe this time it'll be easy."
"Don't say that!" Dean exclaimed, throwing a hand up in the air, "Whenever someone says the words 'maybe it'll be easy' it usually turns out to be anything but easy!"
"Dean, that's in the movies." I sighed.
"Do you really want to chance it?" he shot me a look, and I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever." I sassed.
"Bitch." he smirked
"Jerk." I replied to the familiar phrase, grinning.
Dean then pressed down on the accelerator, and we shot down the highway as the sun began to rise in the sky, on our way to find her.
Avamarie Tallow. The girl we had to find. The girl we were told to protect.
The girl with answers.
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Dean POV
We finally reached Flagstaff late in the afternoon due to the fact that we had luckily been relatively close to the city.
We pulled into the parking lot of a slightly run down motel on the outskirts of the city and checked in, paying for a room.
As soon as we got Cas situated on one of the two beds, I decided to go and look around the town a bit while Sam looked up any helpful information that we might need on his laptop.
"Be careful." he told me as I grabbed my jacket, shrugging it on and placing a gun just under the waistband of my jeans as well as a silver knife hidden in my boot.
"Aren't I always?" I gave Sam a grin as I left the room, closing the door behind me.
I was just walking towards the sunlit parking lot when something- someone more like- caught my eye.
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➳ You Can Run ➳ Dean Winchester ➳ Book 1 ➳
FanfictionAvamarie Tallow. Hunter. Hunted. Predator. Prey. When you're facing both Heaven and Hell, what do you do? You can't Fight, and You can't Hide, But You can Run.
