Jess couldn't believe she let Mary rope her into cleaning up after another one of those godforsaken hunts. She was annoyed the whole drive over; blowing up her cousin's phone so the blonde knew that she owed her for this. Jess had a busy life; she didn't have time to participate in her cousin's shenanigans.

Her grip tightens on the steering wheel, her 2007 mustang kicking up dust as she sped down a country road. Her cousin sent her the location not two hours ago, but hasn't replied to any of her texts after. It would make her worry if Bobby wasn't with her—they were probably just busy.

"Busy" meant they were killing something—probably a monster, some… Thing called a rake.

Jess herself didn't know much about Supernatural creatures; she wasn't like that side of her family. She didn't do hunting. She didn't know much about it either—the lore, the weapons, the bloody nights... How Mary and Bobby's eyes seem to lose more and more light to them, the longer they are trapped in this "job". They have their stupid noble reasons for doing it, but she could see through their "We're heroes" façade.

She bit her lower lip and turned her bright lights on as she entered a particularly woodsy stretch of road. She let out a sigh and looked to her phone in her right hand, typing out a text to Nora.

Have a clean up job to do—will probably have drinks with Mary and Bobby later tonight. U down?

Jess set her phone in her empty cup holder and continued to drive at a steady pace. She realized that it was an empty road, and there probably weren't a lot of cops out her in the country, but she couldn't help that she was a stickler to laws. Another reason why she disapproved of her cousin's antics.

"Answer, you fucking whore," Jess growled to herself, pulling up Mary's contact yet again, and pressing call.

"We're sorry, but the number you've dialed has either been disconnected or is no longer in service."

The line went dead.

"The fuck?" Jess pulled to the side of the road and put the car in park. That wasn't normal, why was her phone disconnected? If it was dead, she would've been sent to voicemail, and it wasn't like Mary to let her phone get turned off. She paid it on time, always. She pretty much relied on the thing for information on hunts and whatever.

Jess wasn't the type to worry unless she was given a rational reason to. But when she's worried, she's worried.

She tried her cousin's number two more times before she pulled up Bobby's contact and tried him.

"We're sorry, but the number you've dialed has either been disconnected or is no longer in service."

Jess took the phone away from her ear and hung up; before her phone lit up with a text from Nora.

Where are you?

Jess sent Nora her location and she only had to wait a few moments before a voice trilled behind her, "Jess? Is something wrong?"

Nora was a beautiful girl—she was petite compared to Jess' tall figure, her skin a porcelain white and her blue eyes the color of the sea. Her chest length, dark hair curled towards the ends and she had long Chinese cut bangs that swept to the right side of her face. She had an enviable pretty face too; her eyes were doe like, her mouth heart shaped, her lips full, and she had prominent, high cheekbones. She was the perfect likeness to both her mother and father. She wore a white sundress and brown sandals, those seemed to be the ONLY things she owned. Jess couldn't blame her—angels didn't really care about what they wore.

"My calls aren't getting through to Mary," she replies, "Not Bobby either. Can you find them?"

"Well—"

"What?" Jess cut her off impatiently before she could even finish her sentence.

Nora's eyes narrowed in irritation but she continued anyways, "I can't sense Mary, anywhere. Bobby either."

"Wait… What does that mean, that they're somewhere far away?"

"I'd be able to feel them no matter how far they are," Nora assured her, worriedly wringing her hands, "If I can't feel them, it means they're nowhere. Not on earth, or in heaven, at least."

"I'd know if Mary and Bobby were in hell, or in some sort of danger, so we can rule that out for now."

Nora tilted her head at her, "Is that how your psychic premonitions work?"

Jess closed her eyes and shook her head, "I dunno," she says honestly, rubbing her fingers over her temple as she continued, "Sometimes I get them, sometimes I don't. But I only get visions of my family when they're in danger of losing their life. I've learned to control and suppress them; what if something happened to her and I didn't see it because I'm trying to have a normal life?!"

Nora's eyes were filled with sympathy, "Having a normal life isn't something to be ashamed in," she says softly, reaching over and taking Jess' hand in hers, "Wherever they are, I'm sure they're fine. They're Winchesters, after all."

Jess nodded softly at her words as they released hands, "Still, we have to find them."

Nora tilts her head in acknowledgement and closed her eyes; she stretched her senses far and wide, but couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Not a ripple in the space time continuum. Just… Nothing.

"I have a bad feeling," the angel admits, before turning back to face Jess, "Where was she last seen?"

"She sent me the address of where her last hunt was—I'm on clean up duty tonight, remember?" Jess flipped her long hair over her shoulder, "Shall we?" she strode back over to her car, which Nora made a face at.

"Traveling by vehicle is slow," the angel complains, "Can't I just fly us to the destination?"

"Mary and Bobby might be okay with the teleporting thing, but I'm definitely not," the Winchester opened the driver's door, "While you're working with this human, we commute my way."

Nora rolled her eyes but knew arguing with the tall and stubborn Winchester will only be a waste of breath on her part. Besides, if she couldn't sense Mary or Bobby anywhere now, she doubt it would matter if they got there fast or not. She begrudgingly flew into the passenger seat of Jess' car in a flutter of wings, causing the girl to jump where she sat.

"Fucking hell—can you please move like a normal person?"

"… But I'm not a 'normal person'. I'm an angel," Nora reminds her with a smug smile, buckling herself up.

"Yeah, yeah."

When they pulled up to the two story building—outlined by the rising light of the sun—they came upon two kids sitting on the front lawn by themselves. They were scared at first, but Jess managed to soothe them while Nora searched the house.

Jess had the kids buckled up in the backseats of her car when Nora reappeared next to her. Jess nearly jumped out her skin yet again.

"Quit. Doing. That," Jess noted the way Nora rolled her eyes, before continuing, "Anything?"

"Nothing but a dead rake. A bunch of aged knick knacks, but nothing that stands out."

"Really? Did you check the basement?"

Nora rolled her eyes again, "Of course I checked the basement, I'm not an imbecile."

"Roll your eyes at me again, and I'll tear them out your skull."

"Geez, you're in a mood today. Are you on your menstrual cycle?"

"Nora!" Jess' face flushed dark red in anger and embarrassment. Jesus, this girl was just as bad as her father. No social ques at all.

"Fine, fine, no there's nothing in the basement. Just dust and spider webs," Nora licked her lips, her eyes genuinely worried, "I don't understand… It's like they disappeared into thin air."

"I'm sure that's not the case," Jess says, hoping her voice was reassuring even if anxiety was starting to build within her. She struggled to maintain herself, "It's not like they can't take care of themselves…"

"We thought the same of our parents," Nora reminded her dully.

"Don't… Bring that up," Jess muttered, opening the passenger door, "Get the fuck in the car. We're taking the brats somewhere safe and then we're finding them! Alright?"

"Alright. Let me drive, then. You'll sit and relax; try to have a vision, I don't see how we can locate them without one."

Jess bit her lower lip nervously but nodded, "I'll try."