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Chapter 01 - Pilot
"Dean, I think it would just be much easier if you just knocked on the door." Addison Sloan whispers to the man standing in front of her as he picks the lock on the window. He opens it and climbs in, sending her an annoyed look and she rolls her eyes. "I'm gonna wait by the door." Dean Winchester doesn't reply as he enters the apartment. When Addison hears a crash from inside the apartment, she looks in the window and sees Dean brushing a broken lamp behind a bookshelf. She shakes her head in disbelief and makes her way over to the front door. She tenses when she hears fighting and stands alert. After a couple of minutes the front door opens and she let's out a relived breath when Dean walks out. Addison smiles at the tall man who walks out of the apartment with Dean. It had been a good fives years since she had last seen the shaggy hair young man. "Sam." Addison greets with a smile. "It's been a while, huh."
Sam Winchester nods, his gaze going between her and Dean. "Yeah, it has."
Addison smiles. "How have you been?"
"There is an important reason behind this visit." Dean snaps, pushing past them walk down the stairs. Addison glares at Dean's back, but follows him anyway.
Sam shakes his head as he goes after his older brother. "Dean, come on. You can't just break in, in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you."
"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. And we need you to help us find him." Dean argues.
Sam lets out a frustrated sigh. "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He's always missing and he's always fine."
"Not for this long. Now you gonna come with us or not?" Dean asks, suddenly stopping and turning to his younger brother. Addison bumps into him and rolls her eyes.
"I'm not." Sam answers. "I swore I was done hunting for good."
"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean argues.
Sam scoffs. "Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45."
"Well, what was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine years old. He was supposed to say 'Don't be afraid of the dark.'"
"'Don't be afraid of the dark?'" Dean incredulously repeats. "Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!"
"Yeah, I know, but still — the way we grew up after Mom was killed and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing, so we kill everything we can find."
"You've saved a lot of people, Sam." Addison comments.
"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam asks his older brother as they walk out of the building. "The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."
"So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean angrily questions.
Sam sighs. "No. Not normal. Safe."
"And that's why you ran away?"
"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."
"Yeah, well…Dad's in real trouble if he's not dead already, I can feel it. We can't do this alone."
"Yes, you can."
"Yeah, well, we don't want to." Addison says as they reach the Impala.
Sam stares at her for a moment, then nods before letting out a sigh. "What was he hunting?"
Dean opens the trunk, revealing the false bottom and rummages through the numerous weapons. "All right, let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?"
"This is what you get for not being more organized, Dean." Addison comments. Dean glares at her and she shrugs, fighting off a smirk. "I'm just saying."
"So when Dad left, why didn't you two go with him?" Sam asks.
"We were working our own gig. This ghost thing up in Maine." Dean replies.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves." Sam says.
"Dude, we're twenty-six." Dean argues, pulling out a stack of papers. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy disappears." He shows them the newspaper clipping about the disappearance of a young man. "They found his car but he'd vanished, completely M.I.A."
"So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam theorizes.
"Yeah, well. Here's another one in April." Dean drops another newspaper article on the weapons. "Another in December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them over the past twenty years, all men, all same five mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then I get this voicemail yesterday."
Dean pulls out a tape recorder and presses play. "Dean, something is starting to happen, I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on. Be very careful, we're all in danger." John Winchester says.
"You know there's EVP on that." Sam points out.
Dean smirks. "Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it? All right. Ads slowed the message down and ran it through Gold Wave, took out the hiss and this is what we got."
Dean presses play once again and this time a woman says, "I can never go home."
"Never go home." Sam repeats.
Dean throws the tape recorder in the trunk and Addison moves as he slams it shut. "You know in almost four years I've never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing."
Sam sighs. He knew how much this meant to his older brother and how hard it must've been for Dean to show up, asking for help. "All right, I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."
"What's on Monday?" Addison questions.
Sam shifts. "I have this — I have an interview."
"What? A job interview? Skip it." Dean replies and Addison sends him a disbelieving look.
"It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?"
"So we got a deal or not?"
"Go pack. We'll wait for you." Addison tells him and Sam walks back to his apartment building. She turns to Dean when Sam is no longer in hearing distance. "You're awful sometimes, you know that."
Dean smirks. "And yet, you're still here."
"There must be something wrong with me then." Dean grabs Addison's arm and pulls her to his chest. His hand travels down her back and Addison shakes her head as she pulls away. "We're not going down that road again."
"It's been four months, Ads." Dean rolls his eyes when she climbs into the Impala.
Addison's brushing her copper red hair and watching Sam sort through a box containing cassette tapes. "So how long have you and Dean been hunting together?" Sam questions, not looking up from the box.
"Almost four years." Addison answers. "I ran into him and your dad during a job. Kinda just stayed with them after."
Sam nods. "And how long have you guys been dating?"
Addison bursts out laughing. Sam looks up from the box and she stops laughing. "Oh, you were serious. Um, no. Just friends. Well, friends with benefits anyway." The younger Winchester stares at her. "What? Sometimes you gotta scratch the itch."
Sam shakes his head as Dean climbs back into the Impala. He tosses a bottle of Gatorade and a bag chips into the backseat. Addison shoots him an annoyed look as she picks up the bottle. "Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean asks his younger brother, while waving a Snickers in his face.
"No thanks." Sam replies. "So, how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
"Hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards."
"Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?"
"Uh, Bert Aframian, his son, Hector and Hector's lovely wife, Maria. Scored three cards out of the deal."
"Sounds about right. I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection."
Dean frowns. "Why?"
Sam holds up one of Dean's beloved tapes. "Well for one they're cassette tapes, and two — Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
Dean grabs a tape out of the box and pops it into the tape player. "House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole."
An annoyed look crosses Sam's face. "You know Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. Its Sam, okay?"
Dean smirks and turns up the music. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud."
Addison rolls her eyes and leans forward. "You know, Dean, that house rule shouldn't count since you don't let anyone else drive the Impala."
"All right, so there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something, I guess." Sam says, hanging up his phone. Addison frowns, noticing the police cars surrounding a bridge.
"Check it out." Dean says, pulling the Impala over. He leans over and opens the glove compartment before taking out a small box. It was filled with fake ids and badges from various organizations from around the country. He takes out three badges and hands one each to Sam and Addison before keeping one for himself. The trio climbs out of the Impala and crosses the street.
"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless, it's almost too clean." an officer overlooking the car says.
"So this kid, Troy, he's dating your daughter, isn't he?" another officer questions.
The first officer nods. "Yeah."
"How's Amy doing?"
The first officer runs a hand over his face. "She's putting up missing posters downtown."
"You fella's had another one just like this last month, didn't ya?" Dean asks as they near the officers.
"Who are you?" the second officer asks.
Addison flashes her fake Marshall badge. "We're federal agents."
The second officer frowns. "You three are a little young for Marshalls, aren't you?"
"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you. You did have another one just like this correct?" Dean questions the officers.
"Yeah, about a mile up the road. There have been others before that."
"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam questions. Addison and Dean look inside the car, being careful not to touch anything. Blood covered part of the seat and windshield. They exchange a look before standing up.
The second officer shrugs. "In a town like this, everybody knows everybody."
"Are there any connections between any of the victims? Besides the fact that they're all men?" Addison questions and the officer looks at her.
"No, not as far as we can tell."
"So what's the theory?" Sam asks, moving to stand by Dean and Addison.
"Honestly? We don't know. Serial murderer? Kidnapping ring?"
"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work that I'd expect out of you guys," Dean comments and Addison shoots him an annoyed look. Sam slams his heel into Dean's foot and the older Winchester winces.
"Thank you for your time." Sam says, looking around. "Gentlemen." The trio starts back towards the Impala and Addison rolls her eyes when she sees Dean smacks Sam on the back of the head. "Owe! What was that for?"
"Why did you have to step on my foot?" Dean argues.
"Why did you have to talk to police like that?"
"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're gonna find Dad, we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."
"Guys." Addison quietly states. She motions to sheriff and the two men standing beside him, wearing black windbreakers and sunglasses.
"Can I help you?" the sheriff asks. Addison shakes her head head, giving the men a bright smile.
"No, sir, we were just leaving." Dean replies and the trio passes them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully." Addison shoots Dean an unamused look and he smirks in response.
"I'll bet you that's her." Dean says, pointing to the teenage girl that was hanging up posters outside the town's theater. The trio walks up to her. She was no older than Sam and wore black clothing head to toe. "You must be Amy."
"Yeah." Amy warily answers and Addison gives her a comforting smile.
"Troy told us about you, we're his cousins. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and Addison."
Amy frowns. "He never mentioned you to me."
"Well that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto. So we're looking for him too and we're kind of asking around."
Another girl around Amy's age and dressed similarly walks up. She pays no attention to the trio, putting all her attention on Amy. "Hey, are you okay?"
Amy nods. "Yeah."
"Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam softly asks Amy, who nods. They enter a local diner and crowd around one of the tables.
"What exactly happened?" Addison questions as a waitress sets a few sodas on the table.
"I was one the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back and he never did." Amy explains.
"Did anything seem strange or out of the ordinary?"
"No, nothing I can remember."
"I like your necklace." Sam comments, gesturing to the pentagram hanging around Amy's neck.
Amy lightly touches her necklace. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff."
"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing."
Dean clears his throat and leans forward. "Okay, thank you Unsolved Mysteries. Here's the deal ladies — the way Troy disappeared — something's not right. So if you've heard anything…" The girls exchange a look. "What is it?"
"Well, it's just…with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend says.
"What do they talk about?" the trio asks.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like…decades ago. Well supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes and whoever picks her up — well they disappear forever."
The trio exchanges a look. They thank Amy and her friend before quickly leaving the diner and heading towards a local library. Dean takes a seat in front of a computer and Addison rolls her eyes as she moves to grab a chair from another desk. She notices Sam standing behind Dean as he starts typing on the computer. "Let me try." Sam says, trying to grab the mouse out of his older brother's hand.
Addison pushes Dean's chair out of the way and rolls her own in front of the computer. "You forgot the most important thing."
"And what's that, Addison?" Dean snaps, rolling back over to the desk.
"Angry spirits are born out of violent death, right." Sam states.
Addison nods. "Correct you are, Skywalker. So our mysterious ghost could have committed suicide." She replaces the word murder with suicide in the search engine. An article pops up with the picture of a young woman. "Here we go. 1981, Constance Welch, twenty-four years old. She jumps off Sylvania Bridge and drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asks and Addison nods, scrolling down the screen. He purposely bumps her chair. "Well?"
"Apparently an hour before her body was found, she called 911. Her two children were in the bathtub, she walks out of the room and when she comes back neither are breathing. Both were declared dead. 'Our babies were gone and Constance couldn't bear it.' her husband, Joseph Welch, states."
Dean leans over Addison shoulder and taps the screen. A picture of a bridge with cop cars and an ambulance was on the screen. "That bridge look familiar to you guys?"
That night the trio arrives at the bridge they had visited earlier that day. The police had cleared the crime scene and had reopened the bridge. Addison looks over the edge and sees the ranging river in the moonlight. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean says, looking around.
"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asks.
Dean shrugs. "Well he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him."
"Okay, so now what?"
"Now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while."
"I told you, I've gotta get back by—"
"Monday. Right, the interview."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Maybe. Why not?" Sam replies. Addison sighs. She had been waiting for this argument to come up sooner or later.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
"No and she's not ever going to know."
"Well that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean tells him. He starts back towards the Impala, with Sam following him as Addison stays behind.
"Who is that?" Sam demands.
"One of us."
Sam shakes his head. "No, I"m not like you. This is not going to be my life."
"Well you've got a responsibility."
"To Dad and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone and she isn't coming back." Sam argues. Dean grabs Sam and shoves him against the bridge.
"Stop!" Addison shouts, running over to the brothers.
"Don't talk about her like that." Dean snaps. He releases Sam and takes a step back. Addison notices a woman wearing a white dress standing on the bridge's railing.
"Guys, we have company." Addison says, motioning to the woman. The woman falls off the bridge and they run to where she had been standing. They look over the railing but don't see anything in the river.
"Where'd she go?" Dean asks.
"I don't know." Sam answers. The sound of the Impala starting grabs their attention.
"What the fuck?"
"Dean, who's driving your car?" Addison questions. Dean holds up his car keys in response. The Impala starts towards them and they take off running down the bridge. Sam grabs Addison's arm and they run towards the side of the bridge. They jump over and Sam releases Addison's arm in order to grab onto the bridge. He struggles to pull himself back onto the bridge. Looking down, Sam can't see Dean or Addison and worry fills him.
"Dean!" Sam shouts. "Addison! Dean!"
"What?!" Dean yells, crawling out of the river. He flops down into the muddy bank and takes a deep breath.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm super!"
"And Addison?"
Dean frowns and sits up as Addison crawls out of the river. "She's fine!" he answers, pushing himself up. He makes his way over to her. Addison coughs up water as she slowly stands up. She wipes the mud off her face. He wraps an arm around her waist and they make their way up to the bridge. Addison leans against the side of the Impala as Dean inspects his beloved car.
"Car all right?" Sam asks as Dean slams the hood shut.
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems all right now. That Constance chick — what a bitch!"
"Well, apparently Constance doesn't want us looking around." Addison comments. She looks at Dean. "You smell like shit."
Dean flicks some mud in her face. "So do you, princess."
Addison rolls her eyes. "Bite me."
"I'd love—"
"So, where's the trail go from here?" Sam asks, amused by their behavior.
"One room please." Dean says, dropping a credit card on the counter. The trio had made their to the nearest motel after Addison declared that they needed to get cleaned up before doing anything else.
The clerk picks up the credit card and stares at the trio. "You guys having a reunion or something?"
"What do you mean?" Sam asks.
"That other guy, Bert Aframian. He came in and bought out a room for the whole month."
The trio exchanges a look. Addison leans against the counter and shoots the clerk a smile. "Could you tell us what room he's staying in? Bert forgot to tell us."
"Twenty-three." the clerk answers, his gaze going to Addison's cleavage. He smirks and she smiles at him before walking out of the lobby. Once outside, the trio make their way to room twenty-three. Dean and Addison stand in front of Sam as he picks the lock. Sam opens the door and Addison follows him into the room. Realizing that Dean was still outside, Sam grabs the back of his brother's muddy jacket and jerks him.
"Whoa." Sam says, looking around the messy room. Newspaper articles and photos were tacked to the walls. Salt was in a half circle by the door while a couple of protective amulets were hanging around the room.
"I think gross is the more accurate word." Addison comments, eyeing the burger sitting on the nightstand.
Dean turns on a lamp and picks up the old burger. He takes a whiff, then quickly tosses into the trashcan. "I don't think he's been here for a couple of days, at least."
"Salt, cats eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Sam says. Addison watches as he moves to stand by Dean and looks at the articles. "What do you got here?"
"Centennial Highway victims. I don't get it. I mean different men, different jobs, ages, and ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"
Addison turns on another lamp and sees a small piece of paper the words: 'Woman in White.' She scoffs. "They're all cheating bastards."
"What?" Dean asks, joining her and Addison motions to the paper.
"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch, she's a woman in white." Sam explains, joining them.
"You sly dogs." Dean comments. Addison smacks him on the chest. "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness."
"No, Dad would want to make sure, he'd dig her up. Does it says where she's buried?"
"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad though, I'd got ask her husband. If he's still alive."
"All right, why don't you see if you can find an address. We're gonna get cleaned up."
"Hey, Dean, what I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." Sam tells his older brother.
Dean waves a hand. "No chick flick moments. I get enough of those from her." Dean replies and Addison rolls her eyes as she walks into the bathroom.
"All right, jerk."
"Bitch." Dean says, with a quick smile. He walks into the bathroom and sees Addison pulling off her bra. She turns and immediately grabs her shirt to cover up with. "Please, don't stop on my account."
"Out." Addison orders.
"We should help the planet and conserve water by showering together." Dean says, grinning. Addison walks over to him and he pulls her against his chest. He runs a hand up and down her bare back. She grasps his shoulders and spins him around before opening the door and shoving him out. The slamming of the door causes Sam to look up from the research. "I guess Ads doesn't care about saving the planet."
Sam scoffs. "And you do?"
Dean smirks. "Of course I do."
"Hey, I"m starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at the diner down the street. You want anything?" Dean asks, walking out of the bathroom. Addison was sitting on the bed, brushing her hair.
"No." Sam replies.
"You sure?" Addison asks, standing up. "Dean's fake credit card is buying." Sam doesn't reply and Addison shrugs, following Dean out of the motel room. She looks to her left and sees two cops talking to the motel clerk. "Shit."
"Dude, five-o take off." Dean says and Addison notices that he's on his cell phone. "Uh, they kind of spotted us. Go find Dad." He hangs up and they turn around to see that cops had caught up to them. "Problem officers?"
"Where's your partner?" the officer asks.
"What partner?" Addison replies, giving him a bright smile and she watches the other cop walk back to their motel room.
The officer stares, unamused. "So. Fake US Marshals, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"
"Her boobs." Dean quips. Addison glares at Dean as the officers handcuff them and shove them into the back of a squad car.
"Name?" the officer asks and Addison lets out a frustrated sigh. She was sitting in an interrogation room in the police station. She had been handcuffed to the chair by the slightly overweight man. His face was bright red, probably getting aggravated by her and Dean.
"Victoria Adams." Addison answers.
The officer bangs a fist on the table and Addison stares at him. "I don't think you understand the amount of trouble you and your buddy are in. We searched that room and you had the faces of ten missing people on the walls. And there was all that satanic crap on the walls too."
"Yeah, considering that I was three and living on the other side of the country when that happened."
"You and the other one had an older partner. And you're going to tell me where he is, but in the mean time, I'm gonna talk to your buddy and see what he has to say." the officer tells her before walking out of the room.
Addison groans and lightly bangs her head on the cold metal table. She looks up when she hears a commotion coming from the station's main room and sees all the officers running out of the station. A hand touches her shoulder and Addison jumps. Dean smirks and holds up a paper clip. Addison holds up her right wrist and a contemplative look crosses Dean's face. "Dean." Addison snaps. He rolls his eyes and picks the lock on the handcuff.
Addison rubs her wrist as they make their way out of the police station. "Dad left his journal behind." Dean says as they duck into an alley. He pulls the brown leather journal out of his jacket.
Addison sighs. "Which means that he's long gone. You got your phone?"
"Nope." He spots a phone booth at the end of the alley. He takes off and Addison runs after him. She squeezes into the phone booth with him and glares when he elbows her while searching for change. "Hey, what's…" He trails off as she punches in Sam's cell phone number. "Fake 911 call, Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal. Listen, we gotta talk. Sammy, would you shut up for a second. Well, that's what I'm trying tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho. We've got his journal. Yeah, well he did this time. Same old ex-Marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going. We're not sure yet. Sam? Sam!" Dean slams the phone back on the receiver.
Addison stands back, catching her breath as Dean shoots the ghost inside the Impala. Her and Dean had made their way to the abandoned house after learning that was where Sam was headed to. The Impala starts and she watches as it crashes into the house. Addison runs after Dean and the Impala into the house, being careful of the debris. "Sam!" Dean yells. "Sam! You okay?"
"I think so." Sam replies as Addison makes her way to the passenger side.
"Can you move?" Addison questions.
"Yeah. Help me."
Addison moves out of the way as Dean helps Sam out of the Impala and turns to see the woman from the bridge holding a picture. Constance turns and the dresser in front of them pins the trio against the Impala. Addison lets out a groan of pain as the lights start to flicker and looks up the rickety stairs, seeing two children at the top.
"You've come home to us, Mommy." the children say. Constance turns a the children appear behind her. The children grab Constance and she screams before melting into a puddle. Sam and Dean push the dresser onto the ground and Addison takes a deep breath.
"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean comments, looking around the old house.
"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Sam explains.
"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy."
"I wish I could say the same for you. What were thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"
"Hey, saved your ass. I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Dean warns as they start pulling wood off the Impala. Addison delivers a punch to his arm and he glares. "What the fuck was that for?"
"For getting me arrested." Addison snaps. Sam shakes his head in amusement as his older brother and old friend delve into one of their signature arguments.
"Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Sam says. Addison leans over the seat to look on the map. They had quickly hit the road after packing what was left of John's motel room. Sam had spent the entire ride so far looking up the coordinates that John had left them.
"Lovely. And how far to the Emerald City?" Addison asks.
"About six hundred miles."
"If we shag ass we can make it by morning." Dean states.
Sam shifts. "Dean, um…"
Dean tightens his grip on the steering wheel. "You're not going."
"The interview's in ten hours, I gotta be there."
Dean nods. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever. We'll take you home."
The drive back to Sam's apartment is silent for the rest of the ride. Addison jumps when the Impala comes to a stop and she sees they're in front of Sam's building. She discreetly wipes the drool off the seat as she climbs out of the backseat. "Keep in touch." Addison orders as she embraces Sam. "Good luck on your interview."
Sam shoots her a thankful smile. He turns to his older brother. "You'll call me if you find him?" Dean nods. "Maybe I can meet up with you guys later, huh?"
Dean nods once more. Sam turns and starts towards his apartment. "Sam!" Dean calls and Sam turns back. "You know we made a hell of a team back there."
"Yeah." Sam replies, with a smile.
Addison climbs into the Impala and they wait until Sam's inside the building before driving off. She places a comforting hand on Dean's arm. "You're going to find him, Dean."
Static comes over the radio. Watching his brother walk off, Dean had felt something wasn't right. "Something's not right. We have to go back." He does a sharp u-turn and speeds back towards the building. The Impala slams to a stop outside the building and Addison hangs back as Dean races into the building. A fireball bursts out of the window on the top floor and she can do nothing but watch in horror.
Later, while the fireman are finishing up, the trio is standing next to the Impala. The boys were going through the weapons in the trunk. Sam tosses a sawed off shotgun into the weapons cache and slams the trunk closed. "We got work to do."