Chapter Three: The Talk
Hey! Another chapter! Hope you like it!
Sam had heard his name being called, right when he was about to close the door. Sam opened it back up.
"Who are you?" Sam asked.
"Bob Jones. From the phone call." Bob said, standing outside the room.
"Let him in!" Sam heard Dean yell.
"Well, then come in and sit down." Sam said. Bob came in and sat on one of the beds. Sam sat next to him after closing the door.
"So, what exactly is going on?" Dean asked, sitting across from his brother and Bob.
"Well, my little girl, who was twenty, went on a hike a week ago. And never returned. Three days later, I went to look for her, along with my three friends Joe, Albert, and Eddy. Eddy found her dead, on a pile of leaves I couldn't leave my house, for I was too sad. And there was nothing on her, except dog scratches. Which only I could see. And thats not it." Bob said. Sam and Dean looked at each other and then at Bob.
"Go on." Dean said.
"The scratches looked like they poisened her. But, out of all four of us, I was the only one that saw it." Bob said.
"Anything else you need to tell us?" Sam asked.
"Not really, no. Except one thing." Bob said.
"What is it Bob?" Dean asked.
"Yesterday, I thought I sensed someone following me. When I was driving to my daughter's funeral in the middle of nowhere." Bob said.
"Okay, well, keep in touch. If you feel like you're being watched, call me. If I don't answer, call my brother, Dean." Sam said.
"Got it." Bob said, standing. And with that, he lft.
God damnit! Another short chapter! Hopefully the next one will be longer...