"I think it's Sedna." Sam explained, eyes riveted to his laptop. "It all makes sense, Dean. Seven fishermen attacked at sea, seemingly out of nowhere - their thumbs and fingers severed and lost. Has to be Sedna."

Dean rolled his eyes, the breakfast burger in his hand taking precedence over his brother's words. He took a huge bite and groaned with pleasure. "Mmmf haf to be morf speficic." he mumbled, lips going to his straw.

Sam looked up, frowning. "You're lucky I speak glutton. And I am being specific, jerk. Sedna is the Goddess of the Sea in Inuit mythology. There are all sorts of legends about her, but they all have one thing in common - she always loses the fingers on her hands. Some say her father cut them off. Some say they froze off. But seeing as how all the fisherman who were attacked were fathers of teenage girls, I'm going with the insane dad theory."

"Nice. Why are we talking about this again?" Dean traded his soda for the big gulp coffee that sat next to it.

"Because it's a case, Dean! Didn't you just tell me yesterday you were getting bored waiting for Dad? Well guess what? Now he needs us."

Dean shook his head, wincing slightly, "He said if we wanted to come up, Sam. IF. He didn't specifically say he needed us. You know I'd be there in a heartbeat if he honestly needed our help, but it sounded to me like he was thinking of it as some kind of vacation." The older boy snorted. "And why am I surprised? Alaska in the fall sounds just like the type of vacation Dad would plan." He rubbed his temples.

"Dean, it's like 60 to 80 degrees in Alaska this time of year! It's the perfect time to go."

"Yeah? And how we gonna get there? You think about that?"

Sam chuckled, "Well, unless you plan to drive through Canada, Dean. I guess we're flying. Come on! Dad said he needs us, and his friend Jonesy is footing the bill for our tickets. We'll just have Bobby drive us to the airport and leave the Impala with him."

Dean's eyes widened. "Yeah. Good talk." He stood up and balled up his burger wrapper. He aimed at Bobby's trash can and missed, wincing. "I think that last argument with Dad sent you over the top, little brother. Leave the Impala? Are you cra-zy?" He asked, emphasizing each syllable. He ruffled the kid's hair just to annoy him as he headed toward the front porch, coffee in hand.

Sam sighed. "You're a dick, Dean. You know that right?" He fumbled with his bangs, putting them back where they belonged.

Dean grinned where Sam couldn't see him. "And I don't even have to try, Sammy."

Bobby looked up as Dean stepped outside. He wiped his hands on an oil rag and stood glaring down at the stubborn old truck that refused to start.

"You idjits fightin' again?" he asked absently, tugging on a fan belt.

"Alaska, Bobby. Can you see me in Alaska? You know how many clothes the women wear in cold weather climates?" He shuddered, sitting down on the rickety steps. He studied his old uncle as the man plunged his arms elbow-deep into the bowels of the engine well. "You need help there?"

But Bobby sighed in defeat, "Think this old truck is beyond help, boy - yours or mine. Damn. I loved this old rattle-trap too." He slapped the hood down and stood leaning against the grill. He reached for his beer that was warming on the porch railing.

"Sam figure it all out?"

"Of course."

Bobby grinned, "Smart kid."

"Geek boy, you mean?"

"I heard that," Sam called from the doorway, phone in hand. He went back to his conversation. "That's what I have, Dad. Did you wanna talk to Dean?" He nodded and handed the phone to the older boy.

"Hey Dad."

Dean frowned. "Yeah."

Sam settled down beside his brother on the steps, shoulder-to-shoulder, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I know. Yeah. We will." Dean glanced up at Bobby. "Sure, he's right here." He handed the phone to the older hunter.

"John? What's up?"

Bobby nodded. "You know I will. Yep. Is it safe, you think?"

The boys nodded as the older man's face reflected his emotions. "Well, Sam's sixteen, you know, John. He's a kid. And this sounds pretty dangerous."

Bobby's expression went dark. "Whatever I have to. You should know that. These boys come first." He turned away and stalked across the yard, but his words carried back to the boys. "I don't give a rat's ass, you idjit. You get these boys killed, I'll off you myself. Yeah? Well, I'll leave that up to Dean. It's his choice. And if Sam wants to stay behind, that's fine by me." He turned and studied the boys sitting on his steps. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's see you back it up, Winchester." He growled, handing the phone back to Dean.

Dean took it, eyes wide. "Yeah, Dad? Yeah. Okay. When?" He glanced at Sam. "Uh hunh. Okay. Yeah, we'll see you soon. Hey Dad? Be careful, okay? Wait for us?" He disconnected the call and turned to his brother, sighing.

"So, let's go goddess hunting in Alaska."