Sam was fast asleep in the passenger seat of the Impala while Dean had his eyes fixed on the road towards Falls City. In their father's journal, Dean found an entry about Falls City; apparently he encountered a strange tablet that could posses Humans- if you had the correct ingredients. John never found the materials for it nor did he ever set eyes on it, he saw only pictures. Only two pages were dedicated the City, and from what Dean could tell his father was angry that he couldn't solve it as he had to go back to South Dakota for Sam and Dean. What Dean did know was that his father worked with another Hunter on the case but the contact details of said Hunter were furiously scribbled out in thick black ink, Sam could barely make out the coordinates they needed.

The streetlights flickered as the Impala drove under them. Dean glanced at Sam. He sighed. He forced Sam to drop everything and help him find a lead to locating their father, and when Sam got back, Jess was killed the Sam way Mary was. Poor kid and it wasn't going to get better. Everything had been non-stop since Stanford; it seemed that even more monsters had emerged from the dark just to piss them off. But that means more will die and what was good news to Dean.

An hour later the brothers pulled up to a dismal looking motel. The whole place looked old, even the neon sign was falling apart. But it was where John stayed during his time there so it couldn't be that bad. Sam wrinkled his nose at the motel and groaned in disgust. "God, I hope we don't stay here long."

"I've stayed in worse." Dean said. "C'mon, let's get our stuff and book in."

The brothers were given keys to their room by a bored landlady who clearly didn't want to be there. She gave them a room on the first floor that was in the shadow of an office block a few miles away. They threw their duffle bags on the individual beds to claim them. Sam took out his laptop and placed it onto the small table. "So who do we need to look for?"

Dean pulled out the journal and flicked through the pages until he found the one he bookmarked. "We need to find a guy called Levitt... Marcus Levitt." Dean replied.

"Okay." Sam said, turning on the laptop. "Anything else?"

Dean paused and skimmed the two pages, "Nope."

Sam sighed and rubbed his chin. "I'll do my best." He looked up at Dean. "You might wanna check out the city, I'll be a while."

Dean beamed and put his gun into his jeans. He closed the room door behind him and strolled along the corridor. Dean could smell something mouldy drifting from a room ahead of him, he coughed a bit, itched his nose and continued to the parking lot. He smiled at the sight of the Impala and entered. His hands gripped the steering wheel and drove out of the lot.

Dean drove around the outskirts of the city and stayed within the vicinity of the motel. But he was hungry and the motel didn't have any food. So he parked at a nearby diner and entered. The smell of burgers and coffee hit him instantly as he opened the door. Dean took in a lungful of air and smiled. A young woman approached wearing a baby blue apron with the diner's logo stitched on. "Hello. Welcome to Vibes Diner." She said with a kind smile. "Just one of you?"

Dean nodded. "Yep, just me."

"Follow me." She led him to one of stools and handed him a menu as grew sat down. "Once you're ready to order, let me know." She smiled and disappeared to waitress the other patrons.

Dean smiled and watched her as she walked away. He opened the menu and gazed down at the array of food. Then his phone rang. "Yo, Sammy." Dean said putting it to his ear.

"So get this," Sam said looking at his laptop. "Levitt died 5 years ago."

Dean sighed frustratingly. "Great(!)"

"But," Sam chirped, "he left behind a daughter. She lives only a few blocks away from the motel."

"Ok," Dean rubbed his chin. "Sam, go and check out the house. I'm gonna get a beer and something to take out. What's the address?" Sam proceeded to give Dean the address which he wrote on a nearby napkin. The older brother hung up the phone and called over the waitress.

"Ready to order?" She asked.

"Sorry change of plan." Dean said. The waitress looked hurt. "Do you do takeouts?" The woman smiled and Dean eventually left with two beers, a beef burger and a salad for Sam.

The young Winchester stared at the old house in front of him. The building was an old Victorian house. The paint was peeling off but other than that it looked habitable He adjusted the gun in his trousers and moved up the driveway. He stepped onto the creaky porch and approached the front door. He steadily turned the handle; it was unlocked, and stepped in. It didn't smell as bad as Sam hoped, the air was a bit musty but the lack of furniture shocked him. There was a crappy looking television on the floor in what was the living room and the sofas looked a good few years old, even though they were discoloured. The rug underneath was worn away and blackened by the front door. Wooden flooring was exposed along with half of the electricals. The bookcase and photos were immaculate.

Sam dared to step further in and survey the other room to his left. It was a dining room and kitchen, musty burned down except for the table, three chairs, a microwave and oven- all were new. The fridge was on its last legs as well as the tiles and cabinets. Sam treaded into the living room and gazed around. Could someone really live here? A gun cocked behind Sam. It definitely wasn't Dean. "That gun in your trousers, take it out slowly or I'll blow your pretty head off." said a toneless female voice.

Sam nodded and obliged. Doing it slowly and steadily, he took out the gun and put it on the floor. He pushed it to the woman behind him who kicked it far from both their reach. "Who are you and why are you here?"

"My name is Sam Winchester and I'm trying to find the person who lives here."

Sam heard a questioning 'hmm' from behind. "Alright Winchester, you can put your arms down." Sam put his aching arms down.

"Are you Levitt?" Sam asked hesitantly.

There was a pause as she thought about speaking. "I'm not my father if that's what you're asking. Turn around." Sam turned around. "Alexandra Levitt." She said with her dark brown eyes narrowed as she studied Sam. The gun was still aimed at Sam's head. "What do you want with me?"

Sam swallowed, "We found your-"

"We?" Alex asked.

"I'm here with my brother Dean." Alex's eyes narrowed again and gestured for Sam to continue. "We found your Dad's name in our father's journal, along with coordinates to the city."

"Who's your Dad?"

"John Winchester, Hunter."

Alex's eyes widened and she lowered the gun. "I know the name. He worked with my dad, but if you're looking for him I'm afraid your 5 years too late." She put her gun back in its holster and threw her hands in the air. "He's dead." She gestured around the room. "Died in this very house. Right where you standing actually." Sam jumped and hopped to the side. Alex laughed. "I'm joking, he died on a case."

"Oh... Sorry."

Alex shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, you weren't there, but thanks... He was a good man." Alex paused as she remembered her father, she then shook her head. "Come and have a beer." She signalled for Sam to go ahead of her and he obeyed.

He sat on one of the chairs and was handed a beer from a giant pile of ice in the fridge. Alex put a third on the table. Sam gave her a questioning look. "Just in case your brother appears."