"Hell's bell's", the cassette deck declared perhaps a little louder than Sam Winchester would have liked.

"Dean?"

No response.

"Dean!" Sam's brother onrily turned down the volume control.

"What!" Dean growled.

"Where are we going?"

"Seattle."

"The woman with the cats?"

"Yeah."

"How about this one instead?" Sam said opening his laptop to a page he had bookmarked earlier."Teenagers that keep going up to the local makeout point and never returning."

"Not necessarily supernatural, Sammy.'

"It is if you consider the fact that over twenty pairs of teens have disappeared this year alone."

"Okay, I'm in. Where?"

"Seattle. Where else?"

"Agents Roger Taylor and John Deacon. FBI."

"We've already talked to the FBI," A middle-aged, bleach blonde woman said blocking the doorway with her slightly chunky frame.

"We know, Ma'am," Sam stepped in.

"We're just checking up on a few things," Deansaid.

The woman looked suspicious of them but let them in.

"Can I get you boys anything? A lemonade or..."

"I'd love a lemonade," Sam said.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Dean asked her.

"Up the stairs, to the left."

"Thank you," Dean said removing the EMF detector from his pocket when he was out of sight. He turned the volume down low lower for when he was in a residence.

"When did you last she your daughter?"

"14th of April 1987," the woman said as though she had been through this detail of her daughter's disappearance many times over the years.

"An her name was: Delilah Lee Jones?"

"Yes."

"And her last name is different from yours because you and your husband split?"

"Yes, I've been over all of this many times before. Shouldn't you already have that in your record?"

"Yes Ma'am, but due to a recent and unpredictable computer glitch, information from one file has been switched to another all over the place. We're just trying to make sure your daughter's disappearance doesn't go unsolved because of a dumb computer error."

"Of course not," the woman said, "You really think that after all this time my daughter's disappearance could still be solved?"

"We have a cold case department that works on cases that our detectives could solve for one reason or another. So, yes, I think it could still be solved."

Dean came in and took a sip of lemonade before sitting down next to Sam.

"This is some of the best lemonade I've ever had. Don't you agree, Agent Deacon?"

"Absolutely," Sam agreed.

"EMF was clean,' Dean whispered to Sam.