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Dean's PoV

"Sam, we've been searching for weeks and we have nothing! Where else do you want to look for this thing?" I exclaimed, getting even more frustrated.

We'd been searching for the Colt for almost two and a half weeks now, and we'd found zip. Sam insisted that we search nonstop until we find it, but I felt like we needed a break to do a case. There was more than just the apocalypse going on and a case would be good to just clear our minds and focus on something else for a time.

"Dean, I'm just thinking that the sooner we down Lucifer, the sooner this whole apocalypse business is-"

Sam was cut off by a phone ringing in the glove compartment. He opened it and began searching through the old phones. One of the phones I'd had several years ago was lit up and ringing with an unknown number. I frowned as I answered the phone.

"Hello? How did you get this number?" I asked frustrated.

The road in front of us was dark and slightly foggy, and I didn't need to be distracted while I was driving. A young girl's voice rang through the phone as I tried to keep up with what she was asking. She sounded frightened and exhausted. Every so often I heard her sniff and I could tell that she had been crying.

"Hi, my name is Oona Robinson. Do you know a woman named Cassie Robinson?" The little girl asked. "She's my mother and she said that if I was ever in any danger to call this number and tell you that she needed you."

I sat stunned and began to whisper over to Sammy. "She says that she knows Cassie," I frantically whispered.

I wondered if Cassie was hurt or in trouble. Why would she need me now? She hadn't called in years and I began to think that maybe, just maybe, everything was normal for her.

Sam replied to me in a hushed tone, "Ask her what's going on. If there's something wrong and she needs your help, then whoever it is might know something."

"What's wrong? What happened? Cassie was an old friend of mine. I met her when she was in college and then again a couple years ago," I explained.

The girl on the other line sniffed again and was silent for a moment. "She died in a fire yesterday. She always kept this number and gave it to me so I could get in contact with my dad. She said that that was who this number belonged to. Who are you? What's your name? I need help. I don't know what to do. If I don't find my father they'll put me in a foster home. The rest of my family is dead."

I closed my eyes and sighed. She had to only be ten or eleven. It was one time while I was working a case, and now I was stuck with a kid. She seemed frightened at the thought of foster care. I didn't blame her, as I would be too. I didn't know what to do or how to respond. I wondered if the police would recognize me. I don't know why, at any other time, they didn't, probably because of the false IDs. I nodded to myself and decided that I at least needed to check it out.

"Alright. I'm coming to see you and at least try to figure out some of the details. I should be there in a day or so, depending on where you're at. Tell me an address and I'll head there now," I told her.

She rattled out an address in Clive, Iowa, for the local police station. I pulled over and wrote it down, noting that we were somewhere in between the Missouri and Illinois boarder, heading towards Illinois. She thanked me about a million times before hanging up and then sighed as she did.

"So, what's the issue?" Sam asked immediately after the girl hung up.

I replied sighing, "Well, Cassie is dead and has possibly left me with a daughter. She'd be about eleven now and is probably scared out of her wits. She's in Iowa. Apparently Cassie got a job offer there and took it. We need to head to Clive and get the kid. I'm all she has left. I can't just leave her. Maybe we can give her to Bobby or something."

Sam looked at me incredulously as I turned the car around to start heading towards Iowa. Clive was located near south central Iowa, and it was about 4 or 5 hours from where we were. Sam was silent for the ride to Clive and only made occasional comments about how this was unfair to the kid. He didn't ask me anything about the girl or why I felt so desperate to see her. The truth is, even though I know I can't take care of a child on my own, I feel like it would be nice to have somebody around that was still young and innocent. I felt like I needed someone who still had a bit of hope to keep me going. I needed something to fuel my fire, and maybe Oona would help.

I shook my head at the thought. What am I doing? This was a crazy plan and it was just stupid. I am putting a little girl in danger by trying to help her. If she had any relation to me, she could be killed. Is that how Cassie was killed? My relationship with her could have been the cause of her death. Oona said it was a house fire, but I didn't think I could believe that. All I could do was call myself crazy for doing this.

What am I doing?