@unloadedpistol_ — agents crashed with a person essential to the case."
Dean studied Jo's expression, underneath that cockiness, maybe she felt lonely or scared...
"I can wait for you here though, and we'll leave for the bar together if ya want," he offered. "Sammy, guess I can trust you with —
@unloadedpistol_ — thinking along the same lines as he chuckled and turned to look at him.
"Fine, you can come with me. Don't do anything stupid, though." There was a glint of humor in his eyes when he said it. "Seriously, you've been out of the game for quite some time," he amended. "Promise —
@unloadedpistol_ — I go there," he looked at Sam. "And maybe you could go to the station and ask to see his car. They must've towed it someplace pending the investigation."
Dean turned his attention back to Jo. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find him."
@unloadedpistol_ — good. Again, he had nothing to do with it.
"What was the name of the bar?" He asked instead. "We could go there and ask around. Maybe we'll find some clues." Maybe that Mark character frequented the bar too. It sounded too easy, though, but one could always hope. "Why don't —
@unloadedpistol_ — his throat and shifted in his seat. He had nothing to do with her relationship. Surely, they were happy. He and Sam were gonna bring James back, and Jo could go back to her normal life.
@unloadedpistol_ — asked. "When did you smell it?" He turned to look at Sam. "Demons..."
"Where does he usually travel for work?" Sam asked. "Have you talked to someone at his company?"
He usually left for work trips, Dean thought to himself. He wondered what that meant for Jo. He cleared —