"Hey Bobby, what do ya need," Dean asked picking up the phone. He was sitting at the bar of the Roadhouse. Things had calmed down slightly since Sam's brush with darkness. Jo had returned home though things were still greatly strained between her and Sam. Dean watched his brother react to the way Jo would look at him with guilt. He turned his attention to Bobby Singer, on the phone with him.

"Hey, Dean. Listen umm... you remember my daughter Emma don't you? You met her when you and your daddy were here last."

"You mean when you threatened to shoot him?"

"Ha, yeah. You remember Emma don't you?"

"Vaguely," Dean said bitterly, remembering his last encounter with the young woman. "If I remember right she stole my car, took it for a joyride, and nearly crashed it. Yeah, I think I remember her."

"She didn't crash the car Dean, and she didn't nearly crash it." Bobby paused taking a deep breath and sighing loudly. "She nearly drove it off a bridge, there's a difference."

"What's the point Bobby," Dean asked quickly, trying to move on with the conversation.

"Right, she was working a job in Wyoming, calling me every other day so I knew she didn't die or something. Anyways, she hasn't called since Sam got possessed. I'm worried about her and I was wondering if you could go and find her, help her out if she needs it. I'd go but I'm knee deep in work as it is."

"You want us to go to Wyoming so we can babysit you're daughter?"

"Not babysit Dean, help. Look, she's my family, and I know her. She would have called or returned home if she was done. Something's wrong, now can you and Sam please go check it out?"

By the way Bobby was talking Dean knew it was serious. He sighed and finally gave in. "Fine, you know her last coordinates?" Bobby gave Dean Emma's last known location and Dean hung up the phone. "Sammy," he called to his brother who was talking to Ash. Both Ash and Sam walked over. "That was Bobby. He's got a job for us. Ash you can help out too. I need you to check and see if this number was used to call anyone in the last few days."

"Sure thing," Ash told Dean before taking the piece of paper with Emma's number on it and walking into his room.

Dean looked over at Sam and grabbed a map from behind the bar. He opened it up and found the coordinates on it. "All right, we're looking for a girl, Emma, she's a hunter. Bobby said she was working a job up here the past few weeks. She'd call every other day to check in but she hasn't called in the last three or four days, it's not like her not to check in."

"Check in," Sam asked with a skeptical look on his young face.

Dean sighed and shook his head. Sam had never met Emma and a daughter was never mentioned by Bobby. Dean didn't want to bring it up but there was no way around it now. "Emma's Bobby's daughter," Dean said with a sigh.

Dean's words caught the attention of both Ellen and Jo who walked over to them. "Emma Singer's missing," Ellen asked leaning over the bar. Jo had a suddenly worried expression on her face.

"We don't know. Bobby said she hasn't called about a week. Not since Sam...," Dean's voice trailed off as he looked at Jo who was still clearly traumatized by it. She didn't seem as traumatized about what Sam did as much as what he must have said. Dean still didn't know what that was. "He wants us to go check it out."

"I'm coming with you," Jo said quickly, glancing over at her mother then at Dean.

"Look, no offense Jo but I think you should stay here. It's really just a two man job, if that. We're just going to go in and find her, let Bobby know she's fine and leave. I really think you should stay here," Dean said with a sigh. Sam stayed quiet, not even looking at Jo. Jo sighed and nodded slowly. Dean was right. She knew it so what else could she do. Along with that Jo wasn't sure she wanted to be around Sam for that long, not right now at least.

Ash walked out of his room and over to Sam and Dean. "That was easy, come on guys, give me something challenging." Ash set a piece of paper down on the bar and looked at Dean. "She's called this number three times a day, everyday, for the past two weeks. Looks like she's trying to get a hold of someone who's not answering. Before the last two weeks she's called it once ever four days for the past year. Until about six months ago when she stopped when started again two weeks ago. The about three days ago all calls stopped."

Sam and Dean looked at the number and then looked at each other. "Could you excuse us for a minute?" Sam and Dean stood and walked away from the others so they could speak in private. "Sam, that's Dad's cell. She's been calling Dad for the past year. All while he was missing. Real phone calls Sam, that lasted long. It means he answered the phone. She must have been working with him."

"How much do you think she knows," Sam asked stuffing his hands in his pockets and sighing loudly.

"I don't know but at this rate she'll never get a hold of Dad. I don't think she knows he's dead." Dean sighed and the two of them walked back over to Ellen, Jo, and Ash. "That number that she's been calling was our Dad's cell phone. We umm... we think she might have been working with him when he went missing last year." The three of them nodded and Dean picked up the paper. He grabbed his jacket and both him and Sam left. They hopped in the Impala and tore off down the highway, heading towards Nowheresville Wyoming.

Sam and Dean pulled up to a small cabin in the middle of a thick Wyoming forest. The place looked as though it was falling apart at the seams. The windows were cracked, the thin wooden door hung loosely on it's hinges, threatening to fall at any moment. There were holes in the walls as well as the roof. To add to the overall creepiness of the cabin, they had arrived late that night and it was dark. The only light came from inside the cabin, the Impala's headlights and the eerie full moon that was up in the clear night sky. Dean turned off the car and looked over at Sam. Sam was staring, horrified at the cabin as if something would jump out and attack him. "Sammy?"

"I've been here," Sam whispered. Dean knew instantly what that must have meant. It coincided with how long Emma's been out of contact with her father. He slowly looked over at Dean for a moment. Then within a second Sam had thrown the car door open and rushed for the house.

Without even thinking Dean jumped out of the car, rushing to his brother's side. "Sammy," he called after his brother. Dean stopped dead in the doorway, staring at the room that Sam was looking at.

The room was torn apart. Papers were thrown on the floor, furniture was broken and overturned. Blood spattered on the walls. In the corner of the room was a young woman. Her wrists were chained to the side of the stone fireplace. She had several cuts and bruises on her and she seemed to be unconscious. Dean recognized her instantly with her short blonde hair, and pale skin. Her black t-shirt was covered in sweat and blood and sticking to her. Sam was unable to move. He stood planted in his place. Dean on the other hand ran to the girl's side. He knelt by her side, placing two fingers to her neck to check for a pulse. He breathed a loud sigh of relief and looked up at Sam. "She's alive, and breathing." Dean brushed her hair out of her face, only to have it fall back a second later. "Emma," he whispered. Dean smiled when he saw her move a little and her eyes open. "Hey," he whispered with a smile. Dean picked the locks on the chains around her wrists and she collapses into his arms. She didn't have the strength to hold herself up. Dean took a moment to look over her and realized that most of the wounds on her were superficial, made specifically to give the affect of a lot of blood loss. "Sammy, check that bag in the corner, see if there's any water. We have to get her hydrated."

Dean looked back to Emma, looking to see if she was still conscious. After a few moments when he hadn't received any water or word from Sam he looked back in his brother's direction. Sam was still standing in the same place. He hadn't moved. He was just staring at Emma. "SAM!" Dean's shouts snapped Sam out of his trance. He looked at Dean and nodded before rushing to the duffle bag in the corner of the room. He searched through the bag frantically, tearing it apart trying to find some water. Finally he found a half empty bottle of water. He threw it to Dean, missing by about a foot. Dean glared at Sam as the bottle rolled the rest of the way to Dean's feet. Dean picked it up in a hurry as Sam stood and walked to the other corner of the room. He turned the small cot that was there back over as Dean picked Emma up and carried her across the room. Dean set Emma down on the bed and Sam grabbed the bag he had just been searching through for Emma to use as a pillow. Dean lifted her head a little, pouring some water into her mouth for her to drink it. "Hey," Dean said softly.

Emma smiled faintly at him then looked up at Sam. "D… De… Dean," she whispered in a strained voice. There was worry in her voice. "D… Dean he… he's…"

"No he's not," Dean said simply, knowing what she was going to say. "Emma, Sam was possessed when he did this, and he's not possessed anymore." Dean looked up at Sam then looked down at Emma. "Sammy, go check and see what we have to eat in the car." He sighed and shook his head. Dean looked down at Emma who had fallen asleep again. He stood slowly and walked out of the cabin. He dialed Bobby's number but stood there watching Sam's slow movements. He found some chips in the car and took them into the cabin to give to Emma. Dean watched Sam through the broken window as Sam sat Emma up in his arms and helped her drink the water. He hadn't hit send yet and wasn't sure he wanted to.