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Dean's POV

I silently scanned through Dad's leather bound journal searching for any clue as to where he might have disappeared to. Sam sat on the bed closest to him his cellphone pressed up against his ear. He was talking to one of our hunting friends that we had met throughout our lives.

"No, we just haven't seen him for weeks," Sam said his voice full of worry. "Just thought I'd call to see if you have seen him. Or heard from him." He cleared his throat. "Alright just give me a call if you do." He hung up his phone and set it beside him. He looked tired.

"No sign of dad then?" I asked him.

"Nobody has." He said with a sigh. "Caleb, Jefferson, Pastor Jim- nobody." I could tell he was upset just by the way he was sitting on the bed. "Anything in Dad's Journal?" I shook my head.

"Nothin'." I said and tossed the journal on the table I sat at. "I don't know, Sammy. As much as I hate to admit this maybe doesn't want to be found. At least not right now." I saw Sam roll his eyes. He was being a spoiled princess. Much more then our newly acquainted sister. "Where's Christy?"

"She went out to grab something to eat. Said she'll be back in a few." Sam said with a loud sigh.

"Did she take my car?" I asked searching my pants pockets for my Impala keys.

"No, she walked said she needed a breather." I shrugged. After a few minutes of silence we heard someone yelling.

"...Of course I sent the payment!" It was Christina's voice. It was weird hearing anger in her voice as apart of her normal soft ones. "Maybe you should ask your mother if she has it." She said opening the door and setting the paper bag on the table. Her eyes were narrowing as she closed the door behind her. "Well, Stan I have the receipt. I sent the payment last Friday." She was biting her lip as she closed her eyes and gripped the bridge of her nose. "Stan...Stan...Stan shut up and let...Bye Stan." She hung up the phone tossing it against the pillows of the bed barely missing Sam's head. She glared at us. "What?"

"Is everything okay?" I asked reaching for the bag of food. She shook her head and ran her fingers through her blonde hair.

"Just some responsibilities coming to bite me in my ass." She snarled. She walked over towards the bathroom and turned on the cold water. She splashed some water over her face. A small jingle filled our ears. I saw her head whip back. "If that's mine just ignore it."

"It's mine." I said. I looked down at my screen. It was another text message. I opened it and stared at the numbers on the screen. More coordinates. "Dad sent us some coordinates." I said and I saw both brother and sister look at me. "42, -89." I said

"Rockford, Illinois?" Christina asked drying her face off with a hand towel. I stared at her. How in the hell did she know what those coordinates.

"How the hell-" I stammered trying to hide my amazement.

"I was board one summer and locked myself in my room studying coordinates." She said with a shrug. "After I became a hunter, those coordinate training paid off. Managed to find myself where I was on a map."

"There's no way you know every coordinate in the world." I said closing my phone and started to pack. "Hell I don't know if this does lead to Rockford Illinois."

I heard someone tapping on the laptop. I turned my head and saw Sam looking surprised then looked at me. "She's right." He said a smile on his face. "Why would dad send us there?"

"Maybe he's there." I said hopeful slamming my clothes in my duffel.

"Or maybe he's sending us out on another case without him." Sam said his eyes narrowing the amazement of our sister's superior knowledge long since gone.

"What difference does it make?" I asked throwing my jacket over my shoulder. "Dad sent me the text and now we're leaving."

"And we don't have any say in this?" Sam said pointing at our sister who was throwing her backpack over her shoulders.

"Sam, as much as I would love to sit here and wait for dad to show up," Christina said her hazel eyes looking up at Sam. "But maybe we should try Rockford. Maybe dad is there."

"Et tu, Christy?" Sam said. "You're going into this blindly like Dean is. Are you really a good little solder to a man you never met?"

"Sam," I said my voice raising slightly. "Let's not argue. We have to go and that's final." Sam shot me a dark look and flung his things into his backpack.

~Insanity~

Rain streaked across my windshield only to be pushed aside by the wipers. Sam sat in the front seat scanning his laptop for any clues as to what might be in Rockford for dad to send me the coordinates. "Anything?" I asked glancing behind me just to smile at Christina who was fast asleep against the window.

"Yeah, a rookie cop went home one night after his shift, came home shot his wife then himself." I looked at Sam kind of convinced. "That's just what happened last week." He had my attention somewhat. I had most of my attention the road. "Back in '73 three high school students entered the Roosevelt Asylum only one kid left alive."

"I think there I seen a newspaper on that." I said reaching down beside me and handed it to Sam, who took it and flipped the leather covers. Sam quickly found the old newspaper and read it silently.

"'Three high school kids entered the Roosevelt's south wing. The only survivor says one of his friends went crazy and killed one of the friends before turning the gun on himself.'"

"So did Barney Fife go into the south wing of the mental institute?" I asked. Sam shot me a glance before shrugging.

"Maybe he's partner would know." Sam said his voice dark and low. I knew he didn't want to be sucked into another case, but he was desperate to find dad. All of us were.

End of Dean's POV