(Chapter 4! Sorry it's short!)
Subject: The perfect girl?
Wait…I know you
It was starting to get darker as Sam left the hotel to go touring around town without actually looking like a tourist. He and Dean do a good job about staying low.
Before Sam left the hotel he had grabbed a Houston, "best destinations! And best bars!" flyer from the front desk and started to rummage though it. There wasn't really much time to do anything like go to the museum so he decided to go to one of the sports bars.
Sam walked to the edge of the street and grabbed a taxi. Once he got in the back, he quickly told the driver "PJ's Sports Bar."
But the car didn't move. Sam looked at him with a face of confusion, "uh, hello?" he asked and leaned forward, trying to get a good look at the driver.
The driver turned around with a grin across his long face, "Hello Sammy!" he said in a peppy voice.
Sam's face turned from confusion into slight fear as he stared at the man, "Trickster…"
*Back at the hotel room*
Kaz was fast asleep in Dean's arms as he stared deeply at her. 'I feel like a creeper,' he laughed to himself.
Dean lightly stroked the perfect jaw line of her's and he smiled as it tickled under his finger tips.
It took Dean a good thirty minutes to realize Sam had not even tried calling even once and a shot of panic ran through his spine. He gently and slowly let go of Kaz, letting her curl up under the bed sheets.
Once he got down off the bed he sprinted to his phone and went into the bathroom to call Sam so that not to wake Kaz.
Sam's ringer went off in his pocket. He looked down to his pants but didn't dare take it out for the trickster may do something.
"Go on answer it." The trickster smiled and Sam gave him a look of 'Really?' The trickster turned back around and started to drive away as Sam quickly got his phone and answered it.
"Hay." Sam answered.
"Dude, are you alright?" Dean asked in a slightly angered voice.
"Yeah man I'm ok but this town is really crazy."
There was a pause. 'This town is really crazy,' that was a sign that meant either Sam or Dean was in trouble. Dean used it when he got kidnapped but Sam was the one who used it most often.
"Sammy, where are you?" Dean demanded as he left the bathroom and quickly tried to put on peaces of clothing that covered the floor of the room.
Sam looked to the trickster so see what he would say, if he would say anything.
"Say you're going to the bar with a friend." The trickster smiled sweetly. Witch was overly weird.
"I'm going to PJ's sports bar, with a close friend."
"Alright Sammy just hold on!" Dean hung up. He knew too well that if a kidnapped person was on the phone too long it would only slow himself up on saving that person witch was usually Sam.
"Kaz wake up." Dean was in to much of a hurry to worry about making Kaz mad about waking her up. Sam was in trouble and that was the first thing on his mind.
Kaz awoke with a yawn, "huh?"
"Sam's in trouble." Dean stated as he zipped his pants up.
Kaz's eyes became wide, "Crap really?" she shot out of bed and started to get her own clothes on, "How do you know?"
Kaz seemed just as worried about Sam as Dean did, witch sent a smile across his face despite the circumstances.
"What?" she asked. "Your not the only one who's been in me ya know." She giggled as she walked to the bathroom to clean up a little. The statement sent a shiver of disgust down Dean's spine as a stab of reject hit his heart.
Can't worry about that Dean, shake it off! Dean took a deep breath and grabbed a small duffle bag. He packed it with only the essentials. Walking down Houston with a big duffle might not bode well. Don't worry Sammy! Were coming.
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