Things will never go back to the way they were. His smile, his laugh, and the rest of him may never be seen again. The only thing he left was a note to his younger twin brother:

Yukio,

I can feel the flames eating me inside out. I know I wont be able to control them soon and when we meet again I may not be me anymore. For yours and everybody's safety please do not look for me unless you are hunting me. Goodbye.

Rin

Every time Yukio thought of Rin and everything that happen over the year, he would always let one tear fall. One memory always made Yukio want to go find his brother, the memory of himself pointing a gun at Rin's head and blaming Rin for Shiro's death. What if all of this was all his fault? What would have happened if he had stayed home that night? That was it for him, he had to find his brother but he knew he couldn't do it alone.

Shiro once gave Yukio a phone number saying that if Rin ran away to call it and request John Winchester or his son Dean. Yukio knew if there is anytime to use this the best time is now. He dialed the number.

"Hello?" A low scratchy voice was heard on the other side.

"Is this John Winchester?" Yukio asked trying to hind his nervousness.

"No this is his son, Dean."

"Can you help me find a demon?"

"Sure thing. Where should we meet?"

"Does Pennsylvanian in 2 days good?"

"Yep. See you than . . . Um."

"Yukio, Yukio Okumura."