Dean drove the car on the highway following his father's truck. The morning was overcast and muggy. Sam sat next to him in the passenger seat reading the news paper.
It had been three days since they'd left Colorado and set on the road toward Salvation Iowa to hunt for the demon. Dad had spelled it out for them why he thought that the demon might be there and it all came down to omens.
Omens that looked like nature was freaking out, but omens none the less. Dad had spent a life time piecing it all together. These omens followed the demon and therefore gave up his location. The location they had pinpointed right now was Salvation, Iowa. And they were heading to now.
For the first time since they'd left Colorado Dean didn't stop his mind drifting to Rachel. Surprisingly the thoughts were not about the fact that he'd made love to her finally the night before they'd left, her perfect body or kissing that sensuous mouth of hers.
No, he was thinking that she'd probably made it home by now. That's where she was heading when she'd left the room they'd shared the next morning after he'd kissed her goodbye.
Then it occurred to him that he didn't know where "home" was to her. He'd never asked in all the months they'd hunted together. Her grandfather had lived and died in Colorado but who knew where she was headed.
He had the thought that he could call her at some point today. Just to see if she was ok. To find out if she had made it home and if her reunion with the mother she hadn't spoken to in a year and a half was a good one.
No. He needed to stop thinking about her. He needed to get her out of his head like he'd done countless other girls. Why she was different he didn't know but he needed to stop thinking this way.
His father veering to the highway shoulder pulled his mind successfully away from her for a moment. Dean pulled in behind him and they all exited the cars. It was only when Dad told them that he'd just gotten a phone call from Caleb telling him Pastor Jim was dead Rachel left Dean's mind altogether.
