Of course, knowing you and Sam, you had made your way to the couch where you sat comfortably. Sams back was against the arm of the seat, his legs flung over the top of yours and his laptop on his lap. The tablet was rested on his legs, where you half-listened to the TV which was set on the news. Sam and you were ignoring it, at least until you both heard something that caught your attention.

"Turn it up." You said as he grabbed the remote.

He turned up the volume, you both sat quietly listening to the reporter "The disappearance of the three young adults in the west river area of South Dakota has gained nationwide recognition, the police think they may have found a connection between the kidnappings."

"That's our case!" Sam adds, putting his feet to the ground.

"Police say all three had last contacted an unidentified woman before going missing. We will play the audio from one of the calls, if you recognize the voice, please call the number on the screen."

You quickly reached over to the table and grabbed the recorder, getting ready to capture the voice "A little more." You say, him turning it up even louder.

The screen shifts to show a cell phone, your signal to hit record. (Italic is the culprit)"Hello? *breathing* hello? Who's this? Greed. Greed? Hello? Who is this? If this is a prank you guys are sick. Greed. Seven of you! Greed. You are greed! Greed! " The tape ended with the sound of the phone hanging up, meaning it was your turn to stop as well.

Sam shut off the TV and turned to you "What the hell was that?" He asked, his eyes drawn to the recorder.

You shrugged "No idea..."

Now, the both of you were again at the table, books lining every possible space. The recorder sat between you, playing the audio on an endless loop. Flipping through page after page, you finally listened closely enough that something poped out at you. Your discovery made you pause the tape, causing Sam to look up at you.

"Getting sick of it?" He scoffed, looking back down at his book.

"Did you notice how the other one said she was greed? Not greedy, but greed?" You asked, him giving you a weird look.

"So maybe a vengeful spirit?" Sam questioned, flipping pages franticly in the book as a ding sounds from the tablet.

You grab it and look at the notification, sighing angrily and holding out to Sam "Another two were reported missing with the same credentials as the other three."

He takes it and frowns "We can't wait any longer. We have to get out there and stop it. If when she said seven means there will be seven victims, we have no time to waist."

You nod and close your book, throwing on your jacket and standing along with him, and follow him up the stairs to the garage. Grabbimg the keys from a peg board on the wall, he gestures toward a nearby navy blue truck. Jumping inside, Sam grabbed your get-away bags from the shelf and threw them in the back, under the truck bed tarp. He then slid in and started it, you two quickly leaving. You send Dean a text telling him you are leaving and kick off your boots, throwing your heels up onto the dash.

"Ah, I can never do this when we are in the impala." You sigh, getting comfortable.

"Who says you can do that in here?" He asked, reaching over and tickling your foot, causing you to pull it back with a squeak.

He laughed and you joined him, turning on the radio to a hard rock station, which happened to be playing Lowlife by Theory of a Deadman, to which you knew all of the lyrics. You turned it up and began rocking out to it, causing Sam to laugh at your excited antics. The ride there was calm, and filled with laughter and ridiculous comments and conversations.

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Blah south dakota why must you be Bobby's home state?