“Claire, when tu get this, please call me back. I’m not angry with tu for taking the car without asking. I’m just really worried” Amelia said, trying to stay calm. Claire had pretended to be listening to her IPod, while those morons were questioning her about Jimmy’s whereabouts. Jimmy and Amelia had been upstairs and por the time they were back down, Claire had taken the car and left.
She hung up and went to the cocina to make some tea. When it was ready she took the té upstairs and walked inside her bedroom.
Five minutos later the sound of breaking porcelana was heard on the floor. Amelia opened the door, upset and in tears, and ran downstairs to get a mob.
However, when she arrived downstairs, cleaning would be the last thing on her mind. Someone had entered her house. The woman, minus Sam and Dean. She had dark hair now.
“Who are you?” Amelia asked trembling.
“Yeah, why don’t we skip the small talk and get straight to business” Meg replied cold. “Plain simple, Mrs. Novak. tu have something I want back, I have something tu want back. Let’s trade. Oh, and no police o Claire will be demon meat. I used to be a demon, I still have connections. So, better mostrar up at this address,” Meg gave her a note with the address of the motel and it’s number, “with your hubby o even better, send him alone. tu have until midnight”
Meg turned around and left. Amelia turned around as well and looked upstairs.