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Half-Hearted Promises	By : Erinlindsay97 Category: 1 through F > 1-800-MISSING Views: 50 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or it's characters, I only own the plot and my OCS thank you.

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Dean meandered through the streets, probing a few townsfolk for whispers of the recent attacks, deliberately avoiding any mention of werewolves to prevent igniting panic. He scanned the surroundings, his quest for answers as persistent as the sun climbing to its zenith.
Since 10 AM, he had combed the town, and now, at 1 PM, a weary sigh escaped him as he fished out his phone to shoot a message to Sam, eager for updates on the elusive werewolf situation.
The seasoned Winchester sidled into a quaint diner, tempted by the promise of food as his stomach grumbled in protest. Selecting a cozy booth, he quickly texted Sam, "Hey, have you uncovered anything yet?"
Moments later, a friendly voice broke his thoughts. "Hi, I'm Brooke, and I'll be your waitress. What can I get for you?" He glanced up to find a brunette, notepad in hand, ready to take his order. "Yes, please! A cheeseburger with fries and a Coke," he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face as he admired Brooke, caught up in the moment amidst the mystery.
Dean observed as Brooke nodded and gracefully strolled away. "Your order will be out soon," she called back with a casual flick of her wrist.
He returned the nod and flashed a smile. "Take your time," he replied, attempting to divert his gaze from Brooke; after all, it was in a man's nature to notice beauty. Just then, his phone chimed, serving as a helpful distraction from the parade of women.
"No, not yet," Dean deciphered Sam’s text. "Same, I'll be back shortly," he replied as Brooke reappeared, his meal in hand.
After a few minutes, Brooke placed the plate before Dean. "I hope you enjoy your meal," she declared with a warm smile, then floated away to attend to other patrons.
Dean nodded and lifted his straw, plunging it into his cup after glancing at his phone, letting out a sigh upon reading Sam's message: "I won't be at the hotel when you return; I have to meet someone." The text brought a sly grin to Dean's face.
"Oh really? Who's the lucky one?" Dean inquired, curious about his brother's upcoming encounter. "It's nothing out of the ordinary, just a casual meet to chat. I’ll see if she has any intel on the recent attacks," Sam replied.
Dean chuckled at his brother's response. "If that's how you see it, fine by me. I’ll catch you tomorrow morning." After sending his reply, he polished off his lunch, left a few bills on the table as payment and tip, and exited.
( Sam)
With a sigh, Sam placed his phone down after communicating with Dean, bewildered by his brother’s antics. Shaking his head, he rose from the bed and closed his laptop.
The younger Winchester made his way to the bathroom, realizing he had six hours until his meeting with Brooke; he figured it was time to freshen up.
Emerging from the bathroom, Sam’s phone chimed again, pulling him back to the present.
Sam checked his phone, expecting it to be Dean again. To his surprise, it was a message from Brooke, a waitress he'd met that morning. A smile spread across his face as he read her text.
"Hey, Sam. I was wondering if maybe we could meet a little earlier tomorrow? Something's come up and I don't think I'll make it tonight."
Sam replied, "Is everything okay? Can I come to the diner? We can talk there."
While waiting for Brooke's response, Sam tried not to be disappointed. He understood that she must have something important to attend to. When his phone buzzed, he eagerly read her message: "Everything's fine. If you want to talk, come by the diner. I'll be on my second break soon."
"Okay, I'm on my way. Thanks for agreeing to meet me," Sam texted back. Grabbing his shoes, keys, and wallet, he headed out to the diner.
( At The Dinner Brooke and Sam)
After her last customer left, Brooke took her second to last break of the day. She grabbed a small coffee and an apple, opting not to eat a full meal at that moment.
She sat down at a table and waited for Sam, who had requested to speak with her. Brooke was uncertain of the reason for his urgency.
Brooke was relieved that Jamie had left, as she would not have to endure any taunts or protests regarding Sam's desire to talk.
As the front doors of the diner swung open, Brooke observed Sam approaching her table with a gentle smile. "Hi," he said, taking a seat opposite her.
"Hi, Sam," Brooke replied, placing her coffee down. "Would you like anything to drink or eat?" she offered, rising slightly before Sam declined with a shake of his head. "No, thank you. I'm good," he said.
Brooke nodded, leaning back into her seat. "So, what did you want to discuss?" she asked, placing her hands on the table. Sam took a breath. "Just a few questions," he said.
"I've heard about the killings that have been happening in the area," Sam began, noticing Brooke's raised eyebrow. "I was wondering if you've noticed anything unusual about them, like anything supernatural."
A hint of confusion flickered in Brooke's eyes. "Supernatural?" she repeated. "I don't think so. I don't really believe in that stuff." She paused, her gaze narrowing. "Why do you ask? Are you with the police or something?"
Sam gulped, contemplating how to convince her about werewolves. Just as he opened his mouth, he heard someone call, " Marshall, your break is over. Get back here!"
Brooke turned to face Mike near the kitchen. "Okay, Mike. I'll be right there," she replied, giving Sam an apologetic look. "I have to go. Maybe we can meet up someday when I'm off."
"Sure, thanks for your time," Sam said. He stood up and headed out of the diner, hearing Brooke apologize to the owner as he left.
Brooke approached the kitchen with her empty cup. "Sorry, Mike," she said to her boss, who scoffed.
"Get to work. I don't pay my employees to sit around!"
The brunette shook her head and began her last four hours of work. She wished Jamie was still there for company, but she knew she had to be self-reliant.
( 10 pm with Desirey and Adam)
Desirey and her fiancé, Adam, emerged from a small store with bags in hand. They trudged through the falling snow, hand in hand.
"Do you think we have enough for movie night?" Adam inquired.
"Of course," Desirey replied, a light laugh escaping her as she carried the lighter bags. "We've got popcorn, popcorn salt, and plenty of snacks." She glanced up, noticing the increasing snowfall.
Desirey couldn't resist sticking out her tongue, allowing a snowflake to land on it. "What a silly," Adam teased, their attention focused on their own conversation rather than their surroundings.
The blonde woman spun around, to make a playful remark but was cut off seeing a figure heading there way.
"Adam, look out!" Desirey's scream was a beat too late as clawed hands seized her from behind, while another pair grabbed Adam, slamming him into the snow.
Desirey tried to scream as she watched the creature pinning Adam down, its sharp claws digging into his neck. "Shhh," hissed the other creature that held her against his body. "It's okay, my boss just needs some food. It'll be over soon..."
"Leave him alone...let me go..." Desirey screamed as she struggled against the second creature. "Keep moving, little one, and I'll claw your throat out!" the creature growled in her ear.
Desirey bit her lip, trying not to cry out as the creature's claws sank into her neck. "Please...no.." she whimpered, closing her eyes and hoping for a savior.
The first creature laughed as he looked up at Desirey. "It'll be all over soon. Don't worry, you'll be—he began, but a bullet cut him off mid-sentence.
"What the hell?" The creature holding Desirey growled, looking around for the source of the bullet. His eyes widened as he saw a figure standing right behind him.
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