I sat in the backseat my eyes trained on Sam as I waited for him to get off the phone. "Alright, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or Morgue," Sam said as he hung up the device and shoved it back into his pocket. "That's something I guess." Dean nodded pursing his lips slightly. "Yeah, it is." I agreed quietly as I looked out of the windshield the same time Dean seemed to catch something going on. "Hey, check it out." Dean called cocking his head in the direction of the bridge in front of them on the left. "That looks like something we should be involved in," I said a smirk finding my lips as I met Dean's eyes through the rearview mirror. "That's right," Dean mumbled shooting me a grin as he pulled to a stop on the side of the road behind some cop cars.
Dean stopped the car reaching over to Sam's side opening the glove-box grabbing the box just inside, pulling out a couple I.D's with a simple smile sent Sam's way. "Let's go." He said simply opening his door leaving Sam and I behind. "Come on Sammy," I spoke my voice filled with amusement as I slide out of the car leaving him to follow seconds later. "I can't believe I'm doing this." I vaguely heard him mutter to himself as we walked up onto the scene. The conversation between the police becoming clearer, "Did you guys find anything?" An officer called over the edge of the bridge to officers sweeping the river below. "No, Nothing." One called back causing a sigh to fall from his lips as he turned back to the car. "No signs of a struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints." The officer in the car reported with a shake of his head.
"Spotless, It's almost to clean." He finished as we came up to stand quietly beside the car eager to hear the rest. "So this kid Troy, He's dating your daughter isn't he?" The officer asked causing a grimace to take hold of my face. "Yeah." The man answered back the tone in his voice making it obvious that he felt for the pain his daughter was going through. "How's Amy doing?" "She's been putting up missing poster downtown."
Dean nodded to himself opening his mouth to speak causing me to cringe. "You had another one like this last month, didn't you?" He asked coming around the car to stand in front of the man. "And who are you?" He asked standing straight his tone anything but welcoming to the three of us. "Federal Marshals, sir." I spoke up flashing my badge trying to sound polite to make up for Dean forwardness. The officer paused taking a moment to look the three of us over, "You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" His tone screaming his disbelief as he watched the three of us carefully. "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you," Dean spoke up quickly shooting me a small look over his shoulder where I was standing beside Sam.
"You did have another just like this, correct." He asked again moving to examine the car closer. "Yeah, that's right, about a mile up the road." The officer answered following Dean's movements before continuing looking to Sam and I. "There have been others before that." "So this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked speaking up for the first time since stepping out of the car.
"A town like this everybody knows everybody." The officer answered, "Any connection between the victims?" I asked tilting my head at the man. "Besides that, they're all men?" Dean added coming to a stop behind the car. "No, not so far as we can tell." I nodded to myself as I moved to stand with Dean Sam following close behind. "So what's the theory?" Sam asked. "Honestly, we don't know." The officer answered shaking his head, as I shot a glare at Dean just knowing deep in my soul he was going to say something stupid. "Serial murder, kidnapping ring." He went on throwing out their theories as to what was going on in their town. "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean mocked with a smirk in the cops' direction causing Sam to stomp down on his foot stopping him from saying another word. "Thank you for your time," Sam spoke shortly sending Dean a small glare as we moved quickly away from the car and the officer Dean offended. "Gentlemen," I spoke softly as we passed them shaking my head when Dean moved to slap Sam on the back of the head. "Ow, what was that for?" He hissed turning to glare at his older brother. "Why go you got to step on my foot?" Dean asked as if he was in the right making me roll my eyes. "Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam shot back his words dripping with annoyance. "Come on." Dean stared in disbelief as he moved in front of Sam forcing us all to a stop.
"They don't really know what's going on, we're all alone in this," Dean spoke quickly not getting the error behind his words. "If we're going to find Dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." "Uh, Dean." I whispered grabbing his attention as I shifted my head to get him to look behind himself, seeing the men standing there staring at us making my skin crawl. "Can I help you a lot?" The man in front asked us. "No, sir we were just leaving," I answered swiftly with a quick smile their way as I began walking leaving the boys behind as I hurried across the street to the car, throwing myself into the backseat.
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"I think that might be her," I spoke up pointing out the woman in question as she stood pinning up the missing posters of her boyfriend. "You think?" Dean asked in a teasing tone drawing a sigh from my being. "You must be Amy." Dean called out as we approached the young woman. "Yeah." She answered stopping her actions as she turned to look at us head-on. "Troy told us about you, we're his uncles." Dean introduced as he pointed between himself and Sam before throwing his arm around my shoulder with a smile. "I'm Dean, that's Sammy and this is my wife Gia." Amy's eyes narrowed as she looked between the three of us before she spoke up. "He never mentioned you to me." Amy's tone sounding dismissive as she turned away from us, continuing with her previous task.
"Well, that's Troy I guess." Dean insisted, "We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." He explained in an attempt to get her to buy the story. "So we're looking for him too, and we're kind of asking around." Sam stepped in cutting off any of Dean's future dialogue, causing the woman to stop and meet his gaze. "Hey, are you okay?" Another voice cut in causing a sigh to fall from my lips. "Yeah," Amy answered the other woman. "Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" I spoke up a gentle smile on my face.
{Timeskip}
"I was on the phone with Troy, he was driving home." Amy began as we settled into a booth at the restaurant they had pointed us to. "He said he would call me right back, and he never did." She continued tearfully. "He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam questioned leaning forward on his elbows his eyes fixed on the poor girl. "No, nothing I can remember." She answered, in turn, shaking her head. Dean sighed leaning forward. "Here's the deal ladies, the way Troy disappeared, something's not right." He urged looking between the two of them. "So if you've heard anything?" He insisted, raising a brow at the women who looked at each as if deciding if they should share some information that they were keeping to themselves. "What is it?" I asked catching the two of them.
Well, it's just, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend spoke up finally. "What do they talk about?" The boys inquired in unison causing my eyes to widen in surprise, feeling slightly freaked out I shook my head and turned my attention back to the matter at hand. After a moment of hesitation, it was the friend that spoke up to explain. "It's kind of this local legend, this one girl she got murdered out on centennial like decades ago." She spoke of the legend with slight reluctance as if she was afraid of being made laughed at, as she spoke, however, the boys exchanged looks before she continued. "Well, supposedly she's still out there, she hitchhikes and whoever picks her up." She breathed interlocking her hands in front of her looking down at them instead of meeting any of our eyes. "They disappear forever." She finished.
I bit my bottom lip shaking my head elbowing Dean. "Thank you for sitting down and talking to us," I said with a gentle smile in their direction. "We should go check in with Troy's dad." I lied as I stood from my seat the boys following behind me following me out of the restaurant. "That was interesting," I spoke up as the door closed behind us. "We should head to the library, see if there's any truth to that legend," Sam muttered scratching the back of his neck. "Sounds good," Dean agreed nodding in the direction of where he had parked the Impala. "Best get going then; we're going to be losing the light soon."