Fractured

Scarecrow

The drive to Indiana was silent, aside from my sniffles. I silently cried for the first thirty minutes of the drive looking out the window, not even acknowledging Dean. After the first two hours I finally moved my gaze to Dean, his jaw was clenched, and he was squeezing the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were pure white.

I clenched my own jaw, and turned back to the window, watching the streets pass by as it started to rain. The sun was hidden behind the dark ominous cloud as we entered the small town John had sent us too. Dean slowly pulled to a stop infront of a small Cafe, and he pulled his phone out. He sighed and quickly put it back in his pocket.

"You know you wouldn't be questioning yourself right now if you didn't let him wak away like that," I said sarcastically.

Dean gulped and said, "Let's just get some food," then got out of the car and started toward the cafe. I sighed and followed behind him. As we got closer I noticed a man sitting out the cafe which was called Scotty's Cafe."Scotty, right," Dean asked politely.

"That would be me," Scotty said casually with his hand in his pockets, sitting in a chair.

"My name is John Bonham," Dean introduced himself.

"Isn't that the drummer of Led Zeppelin," Scotty questioned from his seat.

I smirked next to Dean and he struggled for a cover, "Wow, good, a classic rock fan."

I smiled sweetly at Scotty and said, "Hi, I'm this guy's wife. My name is Olivia."

He sent me a smile and said, "Well John, Olivia, what can I help you with."

Dean pulled the missing people posters out of his pocket and handed them to Scotty, "I was hoping you could tell me if you've seen these people before."

Scotty grabbed them and looked at them skeptically, "Nope, who are they?'

"They are friends of ours, and they went missing about a year ago. They passed somewhere around here on a road trip and we've already asked around in some of your neighboring towns-"

"Sorry," He cut me off, "We don't get many strangers around here."

"Okay," I responded kindly, "Thanks for your help."

I grabbed Dean's hand and ushered him across the street into a store where we were met with a family. "Hi. My name is Olivia and this is my husband John. I was wondering if you'd seen these people," I asked politely, handing the papers to the man.

"No, did you say these people were your friends," the man asked, handing us back the papers quickly. The people in this town are weird, they definitely are not telling the truth.

I smiled leaning into Dean, "Yeah, we are worried about them."

Their daughter walked into the room carrying a large box and asked, "Did the man have a tattoo?"

"Yeah," Dean said urgently.

"You remember them," The daughter asked, "They were just newly married."

The man brought his hand up to his mouth and breathed in dramatically, "You're right. They did stop for gas, just for about ten minutes though."

"Do you remember anything else," Dean asked, pretending to be worried.

"Well, I told them how to get back to the interstate and they left town," The man explained.

"Could you please point us in that direction," I asked.

"Sure," he said, kindly giving us the directions.

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