Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original characters of Evelyn Winchester Harris, Mickey Harris, Bobbie Harris, and Sammy Harris do.

The sun had come through the windows a long while earlier, but Evy had chosen to ignore it and gone right back to sleep. Anytime she wasn't woken up by Mickey's alarm meant that he was off work for the day, which meant the entire family was taking a rest. It had become an unwritten rule in the house, an equation of the simplest form. Daddy being home meant mommy could get some sleep. This led to a happier mommy, which led to happier kids. It was, at least in the Harris household, scientific fact.

Evy turned over and finally decided it was time to get up. She couldn't hear five-year-old Bobbie and Sammy milling about. As well-behaved as both the kids were, they were still kids, and silence was suspicious. Evy smiled and reached over to place a hand on Mickey's chest, intending to give him a kiss. She opened her eyes when all she found was air.

"Honey?"

Evy got out of bed and walked the house. Both kids were out of their beds and nowhere to be found. Evy wasn't too worried. Mickey had taken them before to give her a couple hours off. She set about the house looking for the note he always left behind. When she didn't find it, she called Mickey's cellphone, only for it to go to voicemail.

After leaving a message, Evy decided to take advantage of the quiet house. She finished the book she'd been working on, took a short nap, and watched a little television. When three hours had passed without hearing from Mickey, Evy finally began to get a little worried. Trying to hide that worry to avoid sounding like an overprotective mother, she called the only other person she thought may have seen them.

"Hey, you. What's going on?"

"Hi, Daddy." Evy said. Sam sounded cheerful, a good sign that maybe the kids were with him. "I was actually wondering if Mickey and the kids were there with you."

"What?" Sam asked, confused. "No, I haven't seen them. Aren't they with you?"

"No. I woke up and they were gone. I figured Mickey had taken the kids out or something, but he's not answering his phone." Evy looked at the clock. "Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing. It's not even lunchtime yet."

Sam was uneasy about the entire thing. The twins had been born premature, and Evy didn't like to let them out of her sight for too long. Mickey always left a note, or a text, or called to let Evy know when he left with the kids.

"Baby, maybe we should start looking for them…"

Sam was trying to stay calm and not scare Evy, but Evy saw right through it. Her heart started beating fast and her hand holding the phone started to shake. She was suddenly possessed with an overwhelming need to hold Mickey and Sammy and Bobbie all at the same time.

"Let me call him one more time."

"Do you want me and Dean to come over?" Sam asked.

"Yes." Evy said with no hesitation.

"Okay. We're on the way." Sam said.

"Should I call Jack?"

Sam hesitated. Jack was Mickey's partner in the police force. "We'll decide when I get there. Okay? Call Mickey again. And try Jordan. Maybe he took the kids over there."

"Okay. I will." Evy said.

"Baby, wait. Is Mickey's car still there? His keys? Phone?"

Evy couldn't believe that she hadn't thought to check on all that. She looked out the door and panicked. There in the driveway was Mickey's car, and hanging by the door was his keys.

"Oh…"

"Baby, what is it? Is it there?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it's there. His keys and car are both here." Evy said, the panic growing by the second. "Oh, my God, where are they?"

"We're coming, baby. Hang up and call Mickey and Jordan. Dean and I'll be there soon." When Evy didn't respond, Sam said gently, "I know you're scared. I'm coming fast as I can. But you have to pick up the phone and keep calling right now. Alright?"

"Okay." Evy said, hands still shaking.

"We're coming, baby. I love you."

"I love you too." Evy said, and finally hung up the phone.

Back at Sam and Dean's, Sam hung up the phone with a growing worry. Dean, who'd been at the kitchen table drinking a late cup of coffee, immediately put the mug down and asked,

"Sam? What is it?"

"Come on. We got to go to Evy's. Mickey and the kids are missing." Sam said.

"Missing? What the hell?"

"She said she woke up and they weren't there. Mickey's car is still there and he's not picking up his phone." Sam explained. "Come on. We got to go. Evy's freaking out."

"Coming." Dean stood up, drained the coffee, and headed for the door. "Should we call Jody for help?"

"Good idea." Sam said. "I'll drive, you call?"

"Deal." Dean said. Don't worry, kiddo. We'll find them if it's the last thing we do. When Sam didn't start the car right away, Dean asked, "What is it?"

Sam drummed his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment. "We don't know who has Mickey and the kids."

"Yeah…"

"Or what." Sam said. "It's been almost thirty years, Dean. Do you think it could….?"

"I had the same thought." Dean said. "We don't know what this is, and we can't know until we get there. You stay with baby girl. If this means a hunt, I'll take it. Whatever we have to do, we'll get Mickey and those kids back."

Sam nodded. "Deal. Let's go."