"Where do we go next?" Roman asked.
"I'm not sure," Dean answered.
"Give me her phone," Roman said.
Dean handed Dee's phone to Roman.
"What are you thinking?" Dean asked.
"I'm gonna call the number from that next," Roman said.
"Why are you calling Shotzi? I threatened her enough to keep quiet," Dean said.
"I'm not sure the number is hers. Why does she have proof of Dee's injuries from the last two years when that text was just sent last week? Dee hadn't been to Shotzi's address until a week ago. This number might belong to someone else who allowed them to meet on their ground," Roman said.
"You're always so fucking smart," Dean chuckled. "Alright, call it."
Roman called the number and put it on a speaker. They both looked surprised at each other when a male voice answered.
"Dee?" He asked.
Neither Roman or Dean answered. They had expected a woman to answer but this voice was dark and with a weird, Irish accent.
"Hello? Dee?" He asked.
Dean pushed Roman's arm and Roman cleared his throat.
"Yes, hi. Sorry to bother you. I found this phone in the parking lot and the last number registered was a text from you," Roman said.
The man on the other end sighed. Dean moved his hand in the air to make Roman keep talking.
"If you can give me the person's address, I can drop it off," Roman said.
"She's not there," the man said.
"Can I bring it to you then?" Roman asked.
"Yeah, sure," the man said. "I'll text you the address."
"Thank you, mister..." Roman left the sentence hanging open.
"Balor," the man said. "Finn Balor."
Roman hung up and grinned at Dean.
"Got him!" Roman laughed.
The phone beeped and Roman opened the text. He turned the phone around so Dean could see where they were going.
"I know that place. That building got cleared out last year when the landlord died. No one wanted to take over so everyone was asked to move out," Dean said.
"That sounds weird," Roman said.
Roman took out his phone and googled for the building.
"It sold last month," Roman turned his phone to show a picture. "To one mister Finn Balor."
"Fuck! There's probably workers everywhere then," Dean said.
"Just behave and it'll be fine," Roman said.
"I'm done behaving. I want answers and I don't care what I have to do to get them," Dean said.
Dean pressed down the gas and floored it to the empty building. There was only one car outside and not a worker in sight.
"Guess they haven't started yet," Roman said. "Do you think she's in there in one of the abandoned apartments?"
"I'll tear down this place to find her if I have to," Dean said.
"You never run out of steam," Roman chuckled.
They left the car and walked up to the building. The door was open and they stepped inside.
"Hello? Finn Balor? I'm here with the phone!" Roman called.
"Up here on the first floor!" Finn called.
Dean ran up the stairs while Roman followed at a normal pace. Roman made it to the top just in time to see Dean grab Finn's jacket and slam him back first up against the nearest wall.
"Where the fuck is Dee?" Dean shouted.
"Ah, you're the husband," Finn grinned. "She's so fucking done with you."
Dean punched Finn once and saw blood slowly drip out of the corner of his mouth.
"She's been getting way better dick elsewhere," Finn taunted.
"You're fucking my wife?" Dean asked.
Another punch followed, then another, and another. Roman stood there at top of the stairs and watched as Dean rained down punches on Finn while constantly screaming at the Irish man about fucking Dee. Finn fell to the floor and Dean followed. Roman counted 12 punches before Finn's voice finally broke through.
"I'm not the one fucking her! My cousin is!" Finn yelled.
Dean stopped punching and just looked at the bloody man under him.
"Who's your cousin?" Dean asked.
"JD McDonagh," Finn answered.
"And where do I find him?" Dean asked.
"It's his day off so he's fishing by the little pond at his house," Finn said.
"I need an address," Dean shoved his phone into Finn's hand. "Write it down for me. And if you fuck me over or warn your cousin, I'll come back here to toss you off the top floor. I don't know how you're connected to Dee but I know she's told you about me. You know what I can do and how I can pay my way out of anything. Don't fucking test me, you Irish imbecile."
Finn put the address in Dean's phone and handed it back. Dean stood up and kicked Finn in the side. Finn howled in pain and Dean grinned at Roman before walking over to him.
"Looks like we'll be visiting another Irishman," Dean said.
"Is your plan to beat your way through everyone we find?" Roman asked.
"Until I find her, yes," Dean answered. "But I'm saving the worst of my anger for her."