"And where are they right now?" Hannah asked Sam, who she was on the phone with.

As she was preparing to leave it hit her that she was going to be leaving the boys for not only the first time since they were de-aged, but for a significant amount of time, and that made her very, very nervous. This lead to her making a list for Sam that included everything for the exact amounts of yogurt bites and pull-ups they had to the kids' favored bath time toys. (Sam actually knew most of the stuff on the list, but took it anyway.) As well as any other preparations she felt were necessary, and then finally a tearful farewell with the boys, and reassurances that she would be back soon, and would call them even sooner.

Sooner turned out to be when she got over the state line because she just couldn't take it anymore.

"They're here with me," Sam answered, "After you left I pulled out the Play Dough, and that seems to be keeping them distracted."

"Are you sure that's a good idea after what happened last time?" Hannah replied. The last time they let the boys play with Play Dough Dean decided it would be a good idea to stick several clumps of the stuff into Cas' wings. Washing Cas' wings was never easy because they weren't entirely sure what they were doing yet, but that night had been a particular ordeal for everyone involved. He had bald patches for about a week.

"I told them if that happens again I'll put whoever did in time out," Sam explained.

"Also make sure they don't eat it." Hannah instructed, "They both had problems with that last time."

"Hannah, don't worry." Sam entreated her, "I got everything under control."

"I know," Hannah admitted, "Thanks for putting up with me."

"No problem," Sam replied, "Would putting them on the phone make you feel better?"

"You don't think it would make things worse?" Hannah asked, "For them I mean?"

"No clue," He said, then he called out to boys, "Guys, come here. Mommy wants to talk to you."

The toddlers rushed to Sam as he put the phone on speaker. "Mommy!" They both exclaimed before peppering her with questions.

"How did you get in Daddy's phone?"

"When are coming home?"

"I miss you!"

"I miss you, too!"

"And I miss both of you, too," Hannah replied, "I'll be home as soon as I can. I just need to find someone first. Are you two alright?"

"Yes," They said as at about the same time.

"You two being good for Daddy?" Hannah asked.

"Uh-hun," Cas replied.

"What about you, Dean?" Hannah asked, when she only heard one of the boy's answer.

"I being good, too," Dean answered.

"Good," Hannah replied, "Keep it up. " Seeing she was about to arrive in town, she said, "I have to go now, but I promise, I'll call you at bed time, okay?"

"Okay." Both boys said before she hung up.

Hannah sighed. She hadn't expected it to be this hard.

After a few minutes of searching Hannah found the house where Harper Madison, the little girl who had been in an accident, lived, a spring green colored house with a brown roof. Getting out of the car Hannah went up the walk and knocked on the door, going over the scrip Sam had given in her head. Castiel had always done this part, the cover story, when it was needed. "Well, Cas isn't here," She mentally scolded herself, "You're on your own now."

At that point, the door was opened by a woman with small green eyes and brown hair pulled back into a springy ponytail. "May I help you?" She asked.

"My name is Hannah Smith," She said, "I'm a sight called Is It Real. Com it's sort of like Snopes. I'm here about some videos of an accident your daughter was in."

"Oh," Mrs. Madison responded, "Yes, that makes sense."

"I was hopping maybe I could speak with her." Hannah requested. Seeing the woman looked hesitant she added, "You can sit in if it makes your more comfortable."

"It would," The woman said, then she stepped back adding, "Come in."

Hannah crossed the threshold into a neatly kept living room. "Please set down," Mrs. Madison said, gesturing to a floral designed couch, then she called out, "Harper! Could you come here for a minute, please?!"

A few seconds later a girl of about six years with long dark brown hair came running into the room.

"Harper, " Mrs. Madison began, "This is Ms. Smith. She wanted to talk to you about the accident. Is that okay, sweetie?"

The girl nodded and sat down across from Hannah in one of two chairs that matched the couch.

"Hello Harper." Hannah said.

"Hello." Harper said, giving her a small smile.

"What can you tell me about the accident?" Hannah asked.

"I don't remember much about it," Harper admitted, grabbing a stuffed panda bear that had been left on the floor, "I remember Daddy driving me home from school, then I remember the lady."

"That's alright, Harper," Hannah assured, "Can you tell me anything about the lady?"

"She had pretty yellow hair like my friend Tashee," Harper answered, "And she was really nice."

"Did she tell you her name?" Hannah nudged.

"No," Harper said, then thinking a moment, added, "But I heard one of the men call her Ami."

Hannah jotted that down with a question mark by it, as Ami didn't sound like an angel name, she certainly couldn't think of any missing angels named Ami. "And did you notice anything about the men?"

Harper paused for a moment hugging the bear. "One of them was mean," She finally said, "He yelled at Ami and said bad words, called her bad names. But the other man made him stop. He said they needed to get out of there before more people showed up."

"Did you hear their names?" Hannah asked.

Harper thought for a minute then said, "I think the one who stood up to the mean one called him Eric." Looking almost sad she added, "That's all I know. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, honey, you did fine." Hannah assured her and she finished her notes.

"She's been repeating this a lot lately," Mrs. Madison said, "Will that be all?"

"Yes, " Hannah said, standing up, "Thank you for your time."

"So, the people who filmed the actual videos didn't know much," Hannah said to Sam later that evening back in her motel room when she had called to tell the boys goodnight, "So all I have is a name that probably isn't real." After a moment she added, "Do you think...they could have actually renamed her?"

"Or she could have changed it herself to blend in," Sam suggested, "I mean, some of you guys don't exactly have common names. Or it could be short for something. Anyway, you might have a bit more than that."

"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.

"I know you didn't want my help, but I put out some feelers," Sam admitted, "And one of them actually recognized the car, and the guys. Their names are Eric Rydell and Freddy Churwood. They're hunters apparently."

"And did this feeler know anything about Ami?" Hannah asked.

"According to him last time he saw them they had girl with them," Sam replied, "Apparently, she stood behind them and in his words 'never spoke once the whole time,' even when he tried to talk to her. It really stuck with him. I didn't tell him why I was looking for them, but I think if I called him back, he might help us find them."

"At this point I'm willing to take any lead I can get." Hannah admitted.

"Alright," Sam said, "I'll call you back when I know anything."

"Perfect," Hannah replied, "And Sam?"

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Thanks for not listening to me." Hannah said.

"Don't mention it," Sam said, before hanging up.

With no leads herself, Hannah was left to just sit in the silence of the motel room. It suddenly accrued to her it was the first she had been completely alone in months. The last month and a half had she spent all her time with the boys and Sam, even if she wasn't in the same room, they were always nearby, and before she had adult Castiel almost always at her side, and even before him when she had been helping to run Heaven she had been constantly collaborating with other angels. So far, she didn't like being alone.

She turned on the TV just for the sound and started flipping through the cannels, trying to find something that wouldn't make her want to lock the boys in the bunker for the remainder of their lives. Sam suggested it would give her something to do at night so she would stop watching the boys sleep, but every show or movie she came across made her want to watch over them with an angel blade in one hand and one of the many guns the adults had access to in the other, with their door locked and barricaded for good measure. Aside from the paranormal dangers she already knew about she now knew that there were people who wanted to kidnap children any number of horrible reasons, assassins with terrible aim, psychotic relatives, and wild animals.

The Australian horror movie she had found about a boy who is kidnapped and tortured by a girl he politely rejected and her father, who has a pencet for lobotomizing people wasn't helping matters. In fact, she was officially adding crazy girls and their way over-indulgent fathers to list of things that would haunt her dreams if she slept.

As the film was reaching its worst part, her phone rang. "Sam?" She said after answering the call.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked, alarmed at the tone of her voice.

"Yeah," Hannah replied, turning off the TV and getting her bearings, "Just probably shouldn't be watching horror movies."

"You wanna talk about it?" Sam asked. He knew about her misadventures in TV land, since it was his idea in the first place. Usually depending on how real the threat was, he could calm her down.

"No, just tell me what you found." Hannah requested.

"It took a little bit, but that guy was able to get a hold of Churwood," Sam began, "They're actually working a case in Jefferson City. It's about a day's drive from where you are."

"Well, I better start now," Hannah said, getting off the bed.

"I'm not sure you should be driving at night." Sam said, wondering why he kept doing this.

"Sam, I don't need sleep," Hannah argued, gathering her things, "And time of the essence here. If I don't go now, who knows if I'll ever find them again, and the sooner I find them, the sooner I can get back home."

"Okay," Sam said, "Just, be careful, alright? And call me when you get there?"

"I promise." Hannah replied.

By the time Hannah arrived in Jefferson City it was almost noon the next day. She was looking for somewhere to stat while she was there, when she noticed a wood-paneled green car in the lane beside her. She took a moment for a closer look, and to her surprise and mild delight at the unbelievable break, in the front of seat were two brunette males, and a blonde female in the back seat. Waiting for an opportunity, to get over, she switched lanes so that she was behind them. Then realizing they would probably notice if she kept following them, she thumbed for her phone and dialed Sam's number, putting him on speaker.

"Hey, Hannah," Sam said, "Are you there yet?"

"Just got here," Hannah replied, "Hey, how do you tail someone?"

"I think that car is tailing us." Freddy said, peering in the side view mirror.

"What car?" Eric asked from the driver's seat.

"That Lincoln that's behind us," Freddy answered.

Eric looked in his rearview mirror and saw the copper-colored vehicle. "And why would a pimp be tailing us? What, you think he wants to take your girlfriend?"

Ami eyes went to the floor. After a little less than a year, she was use to Eric's comments, still they sometimes made her uncomfortable.

"A, she'd not my girlfriend, and you know it," Freddy shot back, "And B, that car switched lanes to get behind us, and has been behind us for a couple of minutes."

"Which could also mean they needed in this lane?" Eric replied, "Look, I'll keep an eye on it, and if it keeps following us, we'll do some defensive maneuvers."

Fortunately, Sam was able to give Hannah a good enough tutorial over the phone, that after a few minutes both Eric and Freddy shrugged it off, and she was able to follow them to the police station.

When they parked the car, all three of them began to get out, when Freddy turned to the angel in the backseat and said, "Ami, maybe you should guard the car this time, okay?"

"Alright, " Ami replied, sitting back down and holding out her hand.

"One second," Freddy said, "I just need to get it from the trunk." He went to the trunk and came back holding an angel blade, handing it to its owner.

"Thank you," Ami replied.

"Don't mention it," Freddy said, "We'll be back in a few minutes." Then he shut the door and the men walked off.

Holding the handle of her blade tight in her hand, Ami looked around the lot for anyone who might try to steal the car or otherwise disturb it. She knew the car probably wasn't in much danger, that Eric probably just didn't want her around to mess things up, but she didn't mind. She was grateful for all they had done for her, in spite of Eric's mean-spiritedness. And besides, it's not like she had anywhere else to go. Her home was a war zone now.

Despite her alertness, she didn't notice a hand from the outside reach out to touch her shoulder.