Dean and Sam are not mine…. (Santa, where are you when I need you?) I do own Julie though.
-Chapter 2-
They had just entered and ordered their meals at the Middletown Diner.
"What's new Sam?" Dean asked.
"Three men went missing on a water skiing trip."
"Our kind of stuff?"
"Maybe, maybe not. Not much proof to say so, but…"
"…another vibe," Dean said cutting him off.
"Yea"
Just then dean's cell rang.
"Hello? … Ok, calm down. Where are you? … Be right there."
Dean threw a five down for the drinks and took off out the door.
Sam ran to catch up.
"What's going on?" Sam said as he caught up to his brother.
"A friend. Needs help. She's 30 minutes away. We're going."
"I thought you didn't have friends?" Sam said, as he got into the Impala.
"I don't," Dean said as he peeled out, "Everyone has a past. She's in mine."