Unexpected | ??

42- The Text

Even me sometimes. A lot of times. Pre-Dean times.

We chatted about dumb things for a while but she had to finish her homework, so I reluctantly let her go.

10:30 rolled around and I figured it was about time to get ready.

First, I went downstairs with my cup to fill up water. In reality, I was checking to see if my parents were asleep. I didn't see either of them in the open areas, so I figured they were at least in their room.

I changed into a black tank top, jeans, and jacket for the weather. I needed to be inconspicuous, just in case the message wasn't meant for me. After lacing up my black Doc Martens, I grabbed my phone and keys. As soon as I slid open my window, I was met with the cool November air. I shivered and slowly crawled down the ladder, closing my window as I went.

My feet finally felt the grass underneath and I sighed with relief. It was eerily quiet tonight and my anxiety was coming back in full force. I didn't even know why I was going. My gut was telling me the text was for me, but it was also telling me not to go.

As soon as I sat in my car, I opened my phone and looked at the text one more time.

Unknown: You want answers. Find them tomorrow night at 11. Beachwood Park.

I zoomed out of my driveway. I didn't want to risk my parents hearing my engine and coming outside to check.

I parked a little further from the park. I didn't want to draw unnecessary attention. I stuffed my cold hands in my jacket pockets and began walking the five minutes to the destination. I shivered as I walked, regretting not taking my car. My teeth were chattering, even though the jacket should have been enough.

The small park finally came into view and I silently cursed the secret messenger for choosing an outside area. As I drew near, I noticed several people talking in hushed voices. The conversation looked intense, like something I shouldn't interrupt.

Instead, I snuck behind a large tree so I wouldn't be seen. The dark clothes were coming in handy.

The orange lamppost barely gave off any light and I struggled to make out the faces. From what I could tell, there were five men and one woman.

"Boss, I don't think he's coming," one of them spoke apprehensively.

He? Maybe I wasn't the intended recipient of the text.

"Shut up," another one forcefully snarled. "He'll be here." He looked like the biggest out of all of them. He stood up straight, his posture making him intimidating.

I guess I dressed for the occasion because all of the people were also wearing all black. The main difference was they were all wearing leather jackets and looked way more badass than me.

"Alright fuckers, let's get this over with," a familiar voice called and I froze.

I slowly turned to see Dean smoking a cigarette as he casually approached the group. The people all tensed at his arrival, meaning he was the expected company. He was dressed similarly, except he had a white shirt under his jacket.

He looked hot.

Wrong time.

Suddenly I was sure that text was meant for me. There was no way this was some freak coincidence. I was going to get the answers I craved tonight.

"Dean," one of them growled.

Dean seemed oddly relaxed about the whole situation. "Hey guys, it's good to see you again."