DEAN: "You can if you want to, I guess. Though I don't think your 'bae' would be crazy about the idea of you eating with three other guys." [Smirks.]

LEVI: [Leaning against his own car, now texting instead of speaking on his phone. Cringes.] "Ugh, I hate that term, and can't believe that you actually said it!"

SAM: [Chuckles and shakes his head.] This family sometimes….

HARRIET: [laughs a little] “Can you hold on a second, Bae? Thanks.” [looks at Dean over her shoulder] ”Don't worry, Dean. He's not the jealous type. Plus he knows some of the stuff I have to do for a job. We’re committed but not… completely exclusive. I’ll see you back outside by your car.” [smirks back] ”Sorry. … Hmm? Oh, he's one of the ”guys from work” who helped get me out of this crazy mess. … I really missed you.”

LEVI: [Sighs as he slips behind the wheel of his own car. Mumbling to himself.] "I seriously hate that word." [Looks at Sam and Dean.] "Can we get going now guys?"

SAM: "What about Harriet?"

DEAN: "I'm sure she gave us her number. Someone can call or text her if we want her to join us for burgers some place or something."

SAM: "Okay, fair point." [Already in the passenger seat beside Dean.]

LEVI: I miss a few calls and messages and she decides to break up with me…. [Sighs as he pulls out a piece of winterfresh gum.] Fine then. I don't need Jenna's toxicity and clingy possessiveness anyway!

HARRIET: [finally found her clothes bag and quickly changed back into her usual outfit, folding Carolyn’s clothes respectfully, before heading back outside] ”I promise I’ll tell you the whole story as soon as I get home. Just do me one favor… Can you tell Matthias that I'm ok and will talk to him soon? … I know you don't like him… It's not like I'm asking you to kiss the old man, just text him that I'm alive and will be on my way home soon. Thank you, darling.”

LEVI: [Writes a note for Harriet, telling her that they're leaving along with their numbers. Tapes it to the front door of the hotel before returning to his car.]

DEAN: [Turns on the radio before driving away, finding Don Henley singing 'Hotel California' and opts out for putting a Metallica cassette in the player instead.]

SAM: [Gives him a questioning look.]

DEAN: "What?"

SAM: "I thought you liked that song."

DEAN: "I do, but certain parts remind me of the hotel."

SAM: [Nods in response.] "So food then home?"

DEAN: "Yep, and wherever the road leads us to next."

LEVI: [Following behind them.]

HARRIET: [walks outside and is a little disappointed that the boys already left but smiles when she finds the note. She sighs briefly as she grabs it, turning to the abandoned cars.] ”Now, which one of you do I get to hotwire…”

Supernatural: Cold As Stone

Nadia Stone traipsed her way up the cracked cobblestone walkway winding its way through a large, lavish park. Nadia wore a bright pink hoodie, the hood pulled tightly up around her head. Locks of her dark blonde hair hung out of the side, refusing to be in the hood. Her pants were loose fitting sweats, showing off the curvature of her lower body.

Nadia inhaled the aroma of the cool autumn morning and exhaled a wispy, warm breath. Park decore sat on both sides of the path that she was on. Seeing that part of the pathway had been blocked off due to recent renovations, Nadia diverted her meandering route around the blockaide and back onto the path. Turning right, Nadia entered a part of the park that was decorated by statues.

Nadia tucks her head in and rubs her arms nervously; the statues make her uneasy. Nadia sadly had no choice but to take this path, for it was the only one that led to where she lived. She hastened her pace.

“Excuse me, miss?” Someone suddenly called out to her. Nadia stiffened, looked around, and reached for the pepper spray in her purse. A man in ratty clothing approached her. “Spare some money for a fella?”

Nadia looked the bum up and down cautiously. Part of the park was sadly being used by the homeless as a shantytown. The man held out an outstretched hand, painted in filth of who-knew-what. Nadia retracted herself a few paces.

“Look, I just want to go home, okay? I’ve had a long night and just want to go to bed,” Nadia told the man.

“Please miss, I’m so hungry! I haven’t had anything to eat in at least two days.”

Nadia took pity on the vagrant, and fished $30 from her purse. “There, that should be enough to get yourself a meal for the day. There’s a 24 hour diner that way,” Nadia told him, and pointed in the direction from which she came.

The homeless man carefully took the money from her and continued his way down the path. Nadia watched the man carefully before continuing her walk. Another half mile or two, and she’d finally be home. Nadia smiled to herself, oddly proud of her good deed despite being terrified of the man.

A quarter of the way Nadia paused, her blood running cold, for in the distance she heard someone scream. Nadia began to run, but bumped into someone. The stranger held her. All Nadia could see of the person was that they wore black and red shoes with a pair of jeans.

“What’s the rush?” The stranger asked, letting Nadia go. Nadia backed away and looked up, her eyes closed in her own reaction of fear, at the stranger. Nadia opened her eyes and simply froze. She tried to move, but found that she couldn’t. It felt as if someone had encased her limbs in thick, sticky mud. Nadia would’ve shook with fright if it were possible. Her scream was frozen solid and couldn’t get out past her lips.

“What’s wrong? Can’t move?” The stranger asked, and walked away into the rising sun as Nadia stood there frozen stiff.

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Jessica Porter wondered where her roommate was. Even if Nadia could’ve driven to work she still would’ve been home by then. It was half past 5 in the morning, and Jessica was just getting ready for work. Her roommate, Nadia, would always come in from working her shift at 5:30.

Probably got caught in traffic. Jessica thought until realizing that Nadia’s car had been acting up, and had to be towed. When 6 rolled around Jessica knew that something was wrong.

Grabbing her jacket, Jessica left their shared apartment, locking the door behind her. Hopping on her bike, Jessica rode across the street to the park that she knew that Nadia would’ve cut through.

“God, Nadia, I hope that you went to your boyfriend’s place and just forgot to call to tell me,” Jessica thought aloud. She usually wouldn’t worry so much, but it wasn't like Nadia to simply disappear, she would’ve called to let Jessica know that she was going to be gone, and it was very unlike to not call Jessica if plans came up.

Jessica rode by rows of statues, which always creeped her out due to how lifelike they seemed. She frantically searched for any sign of Nadia, not finding anything. Jessica let out a sigh, and hit her breaks to rest for a moment.

As she took a drink of her water, Jessica realized that there was a new statue in the park. Oddly, it was placed to the side of the path, yet on it at the same time.

“That wasn’t here a few days ago. Wonder where it came from,” a construction worker said. Jessica got off her bike for a closer look. As she approached she noticed that the statue looked eerily like Nadia. A bronze plate sat at the feet of the Nadia look-alike statue. On the plate was an inscription: Here stands Nadia Stone, her beauty forever encased in her namesake.

Jessica first called the cops to report Nadia missing, and then called her work to let them know that she wouldn’t be able to make it that day. The only thing that she was unaware of was that Nadia was much closer than she thought.