Dean asked every soul he came across about a man named John Winchester. Hardly anyone answered, and those who did told him that they couldn't tell anything about him. Whether that was because they didn't know anyone by the name of John, or because they really couldn't tell him anything. So Dean had nothing. The weird thing was that he wasn't sure if he really wanted to find his dad.
"So. You know anyone by the name of John Winchester?" Dean asked for the trillionth time. The man shook his head. "Okay. That's fine, too."
"No one is going to tell you anything, Dean." Dean jumped at the voice that entered his head.
"Ruby."
"Hello, Dean," Ruby greeted him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Why are you helping Sam?"
"Because I want to help him."
"No you don't. I don't know what it is you want, but it's not about Sam."
"You know what? Fine. Helping Sam is not really my motive here. Sure, it's part of the plan, but not the main part."
"Then what
is?"
"I can't tell you."
"That seems to be your answer to a lot of questions," Dean told her. "So what about my dad?"
"If I didn't tell you about Sam, I'm sure as hell not going to talk about your dad. Why don't you find him?"
Ruby's voice was gone. But Dean was left with a cold feeling. It was much different from the usual empty feeling of desperation that he felt down here. He also had less than the faintest of clues of how to find his dad.
"Hey, Dean."
"Bella. What a surprise."
"Not really," she told him.
"So what have you been doing around here?"
"Oh, the usual. Listening to people's thoughts and escaping the demons down here. You?"
"Same." An idea occurred to Dean. If Bella was so intent on listening to people's thoughts, then it was possible that... Bella turned around to go. "Hey, have you ever heard about a man named John Winchester?"
Bella stopped. She turned around slowly. "How do you know about him?" she asked.
I know that this chapter is probably a little choppy and short, but I'm going to try to write more very quickly. Please review.
