"Are you sure?" Sam said, giving a very concerned look.

"No, I'm not sure, but Bobby is. I always trust the guy, but I'm not sure about this one. He is getting old you know." Dean gave Sam a face that he knew Sam would call one of his "model faces" but he thought he was hilarious.

Sam gave a quick laugh, "Yes, but he still is more resourceful than us, I trust his judgment on whether this is right or not. But just for same measures, I'm going to do some research before we go.

An hour or so passed and Dean's agitated pacing was ended with Sam conclusion:

"It's like she was never born, there are no records of her name anywhere. The paper says she has not spoken since she was rescued and only thing I got is she is a young female, with the last name Winchester. She only had a partial ID on her when they found her in that old abandoned ware house, chained by her wrists to the ceiling, her blood being drained by an IV tube."

"IV tube? Doesn't that sound familiar to you?" Dean knew exactly what it was.

"Djinn?"

"That's what I got from it too. I really think we need to check this out."

Dean's heart dropped at the thought. Sam would never know the feeling, but to be poisoned by a Jinn had to be one of the most horrifying feelings he had every had, right behind being in Hell. To have everything you ever wanted, and then having reality take that away from you was almost too much to bear. The one person who had saved him that day was Sam, and that what kept him going.

With things in order, Sam and Dean packed up and quickly made their way to Portland, Oregon, leaving no trace of their stay.