"Alright. Thanks, Bobby." Sam ended the call and turned back to his laptop.
Dean raised his eyebrows expectantly. "So? What did Bobby say?"
Sam sighed. "He said it does sound like vampires, but neither of us could find anyone who really fit the part. I found a few possibles, though."
"Yeah? Who?"
"Uh..."Sam flipped through the papers next to his laptop. Finding the one he was looking for, he read, "Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife and five kids."
"Five kids? Damn...Well, I guess it's time for me to pay the good doctor a visit." He grabbed his jacket and keys and started toward the door.
Sam nodded. "Alright. I'll keep looking."
"Tell me if you get anything."
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"So what can I do for you, Agent McCartney?" Dr. Carlisle Cullen walked down the hall, taking long strides that Dean struggled to keep up with.
"You were the one who saw Weylin Forge before he was whisked off to the coroner's, correct?
Dr. Cullen stopped short, and Dean had to catch himself before he ran into the doctor. Cullen turned slowly, a puzzled look on his face. "Why are you asking me about Weylin Forge? That was almost two years ago."
Dean internally groaned. It figures. Small town like this... "It's, uh, it's pretty slow at HQ. Thought we'd open some of the Unsolved Mysteries." The doctor nodded. "So what can you tell me about Forge? Did you notice anything peculiar?"
Dr, Cullen thought for a moment, then said, "No, there wasn't anything that I remember. Then again, it almost two years ago."
"Alright. Well, give me a call if you remember anything." Dean handed the doctor his number and headed back to the Impala, searching his person for his phone in the process.
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Dean loudly shut the motel door behind him as he headed for the car. Sam sighed and typed another term into the Google search bar on the laptop screen. His phone sprang to life. Except, it wasn't his phone. Looking at the bed next to his own, Sam saw Dean's phone lit up and blaring that annoying ring tone of Dean's.
Wearily, Sam got to his feet and picked up the phone. The caller ID said "Mystery Tipper". Sam scoffed. It was just like Dean.
Cautiously, Sam flipped open the phone. "Hello?" Nothing. Alright, Sammy, try again."Hello, is anyone there? Who is this?"
The voice at the other end cleared it's throat. "...Jacob....My name is Jacob Black."
"Oh, hello."
"Hi. Uh, I sent a text earlier about the vampires."
"Right! Can I ask you something? How'd you know? About the vampires?"
"Oh." Jacob paused awkwardly. "I know them."
"So you know who they are? Can you tell me?" Sam listened intently, hopeful.
"Yeah, I guess...It's the Cullens. The whole family."
Sam nodded. Then realizing that Jacob couldn't see him, he said, "Alright. Thanks." Sam turned around at the sound of the door opening and closing. Seeing Dean standing there impatiently, he said, "Hey, I have to go. Call again, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. Bye."
"Bye." Sam hung up.
"So?" Dean asked. "Would you care to tell me who that was?"
"In a second. What did you think of Cullen?"
"Well..." Dean looked skeptical. "He was almost like Hollywood vampires. You know, pale skin, purple bruises under the eyes like he never sleeps. I dunno..."
"Hmmm...." Sam thought about it.
"So who was on the phone?" Dean nodded in the direction of the phone in Sam's hand, which Sam handed to him.
Sam scoffed, smiling. "Your, uh, your 'Mystery Tipper'." Dean smirked. "He says it's the Cullens.
Sorry that's it was a little choppy. I've been a little distracted (Beauty and the Beast, it's gonna be big!)
This chapter is dedicated to BrokenSilence137 for being such a wonderful friend and helper. I love you so much! :) And also to BookwormForLife for making my day with their review. Thank you so so much!
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