Chapter 6
Sam walked around the quiet group of shops, looking for someone to question. He had gotten the quiet part of town. He walked into yet another store. It was a small clothing store with a very bored looking girl at the counter, flipping through a fashion magazine.
"Excuse me, I'm with the FBI and I need to ask you a few questions." he said, coming up to the counter. The girl looked up, obviously not in the mood.
"What?" she asked in a bored tone. She looked back down at her magazine.
"Have you seen this man?" Sam asked, ignoring her tone. He showed her the picture of Garrett.
"No." she said without looking up from her magazine.
"Well, could you actually look at the picture first?" Sam asked in a exasperated tone.
She sighed and looked up from her magazine to look at the picture. She took a minute looking at it, then said, "Yeah, I've seen him. He's been hanging around Lauren Beck's place. I asked him what he was up to and he just said he was an old friend. Didn't think anything of it. Is he some kind of fugitive or something?"
"No, no. I just need to ask him a few questions about a case I'm on." Sam replied smoothly.
"Are you done talking to me now? I'm kind of working."
"Yeah, I'm done." Sam turned around and started walking towards the door. He rolled his eyes as he was walking. When he reached the door, he turned around and smiled warmly back at the girl at the counter.
"Get out." she said.
Sam walked outside and sighed. At least he learned something from her. He headed towards the motel that they had checked into earlier that day.
Fifteen minutes later, he was at the motel room. He knocked on the door, wondering if any of his siblings had gotten back yet.
"Go away! We don't need any towels!" Sam heard Dean yell from inside.
Sam smiled and rolled his eyes, "Knowing us, we're gonna need more towels, Dean!"
After a few seconds, door opened slightly and Dean's head popped out.
"What's the magic word?" Dean asked.
"Let me in." Sam said with a stern tone and a smile on his face.
"Alright. Bitch." Dean said, opening the door.
"Jerk." Sam replied automatically.
"So, what did you find?" Dean asked, sitting down on the bed where Sam saw why he didn't want to open the door. He had a good amount of the contents of the Impala's trunk laid out on the bed.
"So that's why you didn't want the maid in here?" Sam asked, looking at the guns.
"Well I didn't think they would take nicely to walking in and finding a man sitting in a room with a full arsenal. Just a thought." Dean replied while picking up one of the guns and checking the clip.
"Well I found out one of Garrett's targets. Her name is Lauren Beck. He was seen sitting outside her house." Sam said, searching the room.
"I found one too. Her name is Gina Lake. He was asking about her at the local diner." Dean said.
Then, there was a knock at the door. Dean got up, grabbed a loaded gun off of the bed, and walked over to the door. He looked through the peephole and sighed with relief. He opened the door and Elizabeth walked inside.
"Glad I didn't open the door." Eli said, looking at the gun in Dean's hand.
"I wouldn't have shot you. I would have shot at you." Dean replied.
Eli smiled and said, "Well I know where Garrett's hiding out."
"Where?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time.
"Follow me!" Eli said, grabbing a gun off the bed and running out the door.