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Headnote: This chapter is basically just a recap of the start of Season 1, Episode 10.

Dean POV

I'm real worried about my Dad. Me and Sam still can't find him.

We've called everyone we know, everyone who could have come into contact with him but no one has and I don't think anyone will either.

Caleb hasn't heard from him, neither has Jefferson; not even Pastor Jim.

I feel like I've read through my Dad's journal a hundred times, I've read it that much. No matter how many times I study, I can't make anything out of it.

I love the guy but I swear he writes like Yoda or something.

Sam is so desperate that he even suggested that we call the Feds, to help try and find him, but I've told him before that Dad would kill us if we set the them on his tail.

But he just doesn't care, I want to find Dad just as much as Sam does, no matter how much I wouldn't send the cops after him- Even if it would help us find him faster.

I swear to God, I'm gonna kill John when next see him though. He should have been there with us, especially after everything that happened in Texas, he could have at least called.

I get knocked out of my thoughts by a cellphone ringing, my cellphone ringing.

I quickly place the journal, that I was scanning through again, and get up to search for my phone.

Where the hell is it?

As I rummage for the end of the bed and through my clothes for it, Sam speaks.

"You know he could be dead for all we know."

My head snaps towards his direction.

"Don't!" I demand, "Don't you say that. He's not dead, he's… he's…"

"He's what?... He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam questions.

I don't respond to him, as I find my phone and open it.

Immediately a message pops up on the screen,

' From: Unavailable

Subject:

Msg: 42, -89

9:52'

I scoff, this is ridiculous, I don't believe it.

"What?" Sam asks.

I show him the message, "It's coordinates."

I hurriedly grab Sam's laptop and begin to find the coordinates.

"You think it's Dad texting us?" Sam queries, from across the room.

"Well, he's done it before." I reason.

"Yeah but the man can barely work a toaster, Dean." He retorts.

I stop typing and turn, looking at him.

"Sam, this is good news, it means he's okay… or alive, at least."

"Well, was there a number or caller I.D?"

Jeez, I didn't realise how many questions he usually asks.

"No, it says unknown." I respond, going back to typing.

"Where do the coordinates point to?"

"Well, that's the interesting part… Rockford, Illinois." I murmur, while reading an article.

"Okay and that's the interesting part how?"

I quickly point out the suspicious parts of the article out to him. How a cop comes home, shoots his wife and then kills himself, by blowing his brains out. I explain to him that earlier that night the same officer and his partner responded to a call to the Roosevelt Asylum.

I look at Sam and nearly laugh, he looks so confused.

"I'm not following." He states.

"Well Dad earmarked the Asylum in his journal… here." I say, turning to the page it's on.

I knew reading this book, almost obsessively, would come in handy.

"7 unconfirmed sightings and 2 deaths, until last week that is. I think this is where he wants us to go."

Sam releases a breath and stands up, while rubbing his hand across his face.

"This is a job," he says in understanding, "Dad wants us to work a job."

"Maybe we'll meet up with him, maybe he's there." I say, a bit too hopefully.

"Maybe he's not. He could be sending us there to hunt ourselves." I feel some of my hope disappear.

"Who cares?" I rush out, loudly, turning away (busying myself) and trying to hide my disappointment. "If he wants us there, it's good enough for me." I utter, not really believing myself.

"This doesn't strike you as weird? The text messages, the coordinates."

"Sam," I sternly speak, "Dad's telling us to go somewhere, we're going."

No matter how little contact I receive from my dad and how distant he could be, I never disobey him and I always follow orders, especially the ones I get from him.

We pack our things back into our bags and leave in the Impala, my baby. I can already tell it's going to be a long drive.

Me and Sam didn't really speak all that much on the way here and I felt calm by just listening to the music partially blaring out through the speakers.

We pull up outside of a noisy bar and as soon as we walk in we spot the deceased cop's partner. I turn to Sam and we both nod at each other, before he walks away.

I slowly stroll up to the officer and take a place in the seat opposite him.

He doesn't say anything, he just looks at me, so I pull out my fake (yet very realistic) badge, while mentioning a, also fake, name.

Let's just say he clearly wasn't happy about me interrupting his drinking time but I needed answers.

Me and Sam had devised a plan before we came in here, let's hope it works.

"A week ago my partner was sitting in that chair." He says glumly whilst looking pointedly at me.

"I understand but I need answers…"

I see Sam approaching from the corner of my eye and I prepare myself.

As soon as he gets close enough, he roughly grabs me and pulls me out of the chair, "Hey, leave the guy alone, huh. The guy's an officer, show some respect." He shoves me away, violently, I think he's enjoying himself too much.

I stare at him for a little bit before finally walking away, praying the Sam gets us some answers.

I don't know how I've waited outside before Sam finally struts out of the bar.

"Shoved, me kind of hard in there, Buddy Boy."

He shrugged, Indifferent, "Well had to sell it didn't I?"

He moves around the side of the car and fold his arms over the top of it.

I roll my eyes at him, "So, what did ya find out?"

From there he tells me about the officer, Walter Kelly, how he was in the academy, what his home life was like.

Sam voice fades out as I hear a beautiful laugh coming from the entry way of the bar. I turn my head a little and see the most stunning women I have ever seen in my life. She is amazing.

She's talking to someone on the phone and I can't help but to feel slightly jealous of the person who is making her laugh like that. She is wearing a nice tight pair of, black, jeans with a slim fitting black top. She is, also, wearing a pair of worn converse and a maroon hoodie.

She's wearing casual every-day, clothes. I see people (girls) wear this stuff on a daily basis but there's something about this girl and how they make her look sexy.

Suddenly, she looks up and before I could react she hung up the phone, winks at me and then enters the bar.

Hot damn! Who is this girl? Does she come here often 'cause I might come back here before we leave for our next job.

I didn't realise I was still staring at the door, she entered, until a hand appeared in my face- waving up and down.

I quickly shook my head and looked at Sam while knocking his hand away from me.

"Dude, did you hear anything I just said?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah...Yeah. Top of his class, good home life. Got it." I mumbled.

Sam just nodded and we both got in the car.

I let out a quiet sigh before I start for the motel.

Why can't I get my mind off of that girl?