The two brothers, Dean and Sam Winchester, were on the road again in their 1967 Chevy Impala. Dean, the older one, was driving while Sam sat on the passenger side surfing the net on his laptop.

"You find a gig for us or what?" Dean asked after a long period of silence in the car.

"No. Nothing," Sam replied as he rubbed his eyes, tired from staring at the screen for so long.

"What do you mean nothing? There's always something to hunt."

"Well, apparently not. Nothing strange is going on anywhere—at least nothing strange enough to make the headlines." Sam shut his laptop and sighed as he slouched back in his seat. "Where are we anyway?" He grabbed the map spread out on the dashboard and looked at it.

"Fort Chiswell."

"Virginia?"

"Yup." Dean turns up the radio and starts drumming to the rhythm on the steering wheel. A second later, he stops and turns the radio back down. "Hey, what do you say we go drop by Carley's place—see how she's doing."

Sam looked at him, surprised. "You want to go see Carley?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"I don't know. Because she hates your guts."

"She doesn't hate me. Everyone loves me."

"Yeah, says you," Sam scoffed.

"Come on, Sammy. What do you think?"

"Do you even know where she is? It's been like six years."

"Well, that's where you come in, trusty sidekick geek boy." Dean smirked as Sam a look. "I mean, what, last we heard she lived here is VA right?" Sam nodded as he opened back up his laptop. "So just start from there."

"Do you think she'll even remember us or want to see us?"

"Of course, she would. Who wouldn't?"

"But Dean, it's been years since we last spoke with her. She probably hates us just for not keeping in touch with her."

"So? We're still her family."

"Yeah, her very estranged family."

"But family nonetheless." Dean concluded. Sam paused, surprised at Dean's insistence to go find Carley. Dean glanced at Sam as he noticed him staring at him. "What?"

Sam chuckled.

"What?" Dean repeated.

"Why now? After all these years we've been separated from her, why do you want to go see her now?"

"I don't know, man," Dean shrugged. Dean was asking himself the same question Sam just asked him. He really didn't know. Actually, he was even surprised at himself for bringing it up. "I just—I don't know. With everything's that's happened with you, with—with Dad—I mean, yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe she will hate us for not staying in touch with her. I mean, heck, she probably still hates me for those stupid fights we got into and the pranks I played on the both of you. Yeah, maybe she hates us for not being around her like a real family. But what if she doesn't? I mean, we can both agree that even at a young age, the kid was pretty smart and mature compared to other kids her age. I mean, she understands situations better than adults, even." Sam nodded in agreement. "So maybe she doesn't hate us… But even if she did, I still think she deserves to know about her family. I'm sure the kid has lots of questions that've been unanswered for the past six years. If you ask me, I think right now's just about as good as any time. Don't you?"

"Yeah…" Sam said softly, taking in every word Dean said.

The two sat in silence for a moment, thinking about Carley, thinking about their dad—thinking about everything's that happened in their weird, crazy lives lately. Then, Sam's laptop began to beep. They both glanced at it.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Found her," he said as he typed on the keyboard.

"Where?"

Wide-eyed and surprised, Sam said, "Fort Hunt. Aren't we near that area?"

"Yup," Dean said as he pointed to the green road sign to their left that they were about to pass that said the exit was about 85 miles away.

"Well," Dean said, "looks like we're going to Hunt after all." He paused, trying his best not to laugh. "Get it? Going to Hunt? Fort Hunt?" Dean could no longer stifle his laughter, so he let it out. "Man, I crack myself up." He continues to laugh at his own stupid, corny joke and Sam just rolls his eyes, only somewhat amused because he can't believe how stupid his brother is.

So, the two Winchesters drove off, heading toward Fort Hunt. Little did they know that a supernatural hunt awaited them after all in the little town of Fort Hunt.