The good news was that John had pinpointed a series of events, signs that happened before the yellow-eyed demon hit. The bad news was they were starting again, in Iowa, which means they had to go after it.

Sam was brooding in his own thoughts. Yellow-eyes came for him that night when he was a baby, came for him specifically. It was his fault mom was dead. And when he couldn't finish what he came to do, he came back for him…so Jessica was his fault too. This whole thing was because of him and he wanted nothing more than to kill this bastard.

They were heading outside to the cars and John stopped just before opening his truck door.

"Kayla, why don't you ride with me?"

"Um, alright." She exchanged a quick look with Dean, who looked just as confused. He was never much for company so it was a little surprising to all of them. Still, he was the father figure and she climbed into the passenger seat of the old truck. At least she got to sit in the front seat.

John started the car and pulled onto the road, he glanced in the rearview mirror and watched the Impala follow after. "So tell me Kayla."

"Uh huh?" At least there wouldn't be awkward silence.

"You and Dean seem pretty close."

Never mind, awkward. Did he really want to have this conversation with her? "We've gotten kind of close, yeah."

"I'm glad." She would never know how true that statement was. "He needs someone to remind him it's not always about the job."

She smiled slightly. "I don't know if I'm up for that challenge."

He chuckled in response. "It's a hard one I know, that's how I raised him." There were a few moments of silence before he changed the subject. "Hey I'm sorry about me and Sam before. We don't always see eye to eye but we shouldn't really make it a public matter."

"You don't have to consider me public. Besides, fathers fight with their sons; it's kind of the inevitable result of all that testosterone."

"We just have different views, but I respect that in him. I'm proud of him."

She didn't answer, but wondered if he'd ever told Sam that to his face. Ever.

"So tell me how things are going with you and Dean."

Curveball. Kayla glanced out the window. "Dean's great."

He smiled when he saw her face flush; he didn't mean to embarrass her. "Ok, tell me about some of the jobs you three have been doing then."

That one she could handle.

Back in the boy's car, Dean and Sam were both watching the truck in front of them intently. It was a rare phenomenon and they were trying to figure it out.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Dean asked him.

"I have no idea."

"Does it look like dad's smiling to you?"

"Like he's actually carrying on a normal conversation, that's not riddled with blood, demons and past issues?"

"Yeah."

Sam nodded. "Maybe you should keep her around awhile man."

"I guess I'm going to have to." Hell anyone that could distract dad for more than half a second from hunting deserved a medal in his book. He wasn't overly shocked of course; she distracted him all the time and dad's blood ran through his veins…