Abducted: Part One | SPN | Dean x Reader | Slow Burn

Chapter 03: It's All In The Details

The detectives had also tried to access your phone by the looks of it, but according to the document labelled cell phone, it had been wiped clean. The report stated, no contacts, no photos and nothing beyond the factory settings. Shit...

You closed the file and pushed it away from you as you felt the tears start to well in your eyes once again. 'How was this even possible?'

"You need a minute?" Dean asked.

Even though your whole world felt like it was crashing down on you, you just shook your head at him and whispered, "No, I'm okay."

Dean pulled out a pen from his jacket and took a few of the files from the folder, turning them over to their blank sides. "So this is all we have so far. It's not a lot, but at least those guys started the leg work for us," he said as he began to write headings at the top of each piece of paper.

One he titled family and friends, the next, locations and the third and final, supernatural.

For the next two hours, the two of you brainstormed as he asked you question upon question about your life.

He wanted to know the names of your parents, their birthdays and their occupations. Your siblings, if you had any. Cousins, grandparents, friends, coworkers. Anniversary dates that you could remember and where these people all lived, if they were still alive or dead.

He had you list down every house you'd ever lived in, too, and the exact addresses if you could remember them. He wanted to know where you went to school.

"Did you go to college?" You frowned at that word but said nothing about its usage.

Where did you work and what other jobs had you previously held?

Any vacations? When and where did you go?

He even went as far as to have you list all your childhood friends and acquaintances. Teachers. Lecturers. Your kindergarten teacher, not that you could remember..

"Nobody is insignificant," he told you.

Finally, he wanted to know if you'd ever had any strange encounters. You know, had you seen anything that could be classed as supernatural? And you told him, "Nothing."

Your brain was fried.

"Well, looks to me like you've led a pretty normal Apple pie kinda life," Dean remarked as he jostled the papers back inside the manila folder

"Apple pie?" you repeated, speaking the words as if you'd heard them for the first time.

"Yeah. You know, normal. A mom and dad, siblings, a white picket fence, got to go to school, college, working for the man. Living the American dream, except in Australia. With, y'know, kangaroos and koala bears." Dean shrugged as your ears pricked up. "An apple pie life."

You weren't impressed. "They're not bears."

"Whatever." Dean swiped his hand. "The point is, nothing stands out here. From what I understand, you've done nothing to piss off any angel or demon. And you haven't seen anything odd, that you remember, at least. But then again, you were drunk that night, so—"

"I told you I wasn't drunk!" You regretted your outburst the second Dean smirked at you. The bastard set you up.

You moved your thumbs and middle fingers up to your forehead, spreading them across both temples. "So is any of this" you motioned to the manila folder in front of Dean, "going to help, you think?"

"No idea," Dean said, shaking his head. "But hopefully Google will be our friend and something will come of it."

You'd one day learn that line to be true.