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"Dean what the hell are you two doing here? Remember the vamps in Detroit or the werewolf in Denver, Dad was missing then too, but he'll stumble back in sooner or later." Sam said following us downstairs.

I nod, "Yeah, but he's never been gone for this long, he was working a case in Jericho, we haven't heard from him in weeks."

Sam stopped at the door, "I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."

"Come on we need to go find him." I said going to open the door.

"I'm not coming with you."

"Why not?" Dean asked sounding bothered

"I swore I was done hunting for good."

"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." I said

"Yeah, when I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

We stop at the door to go outside

Dean looked back at Sam, "What was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old, he was supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark."

I turned around, "What, of course you should be afraid of the dark, you know what's out there."

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her."

I look outside

"But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."

"We save a lot of people doing it." Dean said

"You think mom would wanted this for us?"

I roll my eyes and open the door, "I didn't even know her Sam, I can't really say."

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Guys, we were raised like warriors."

Dean looked over at Sam, "So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

Sam shook his head, "No. Not normal. Safe."

I scowl, "And that's why you ran away?"

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Dean said heading towards the Impala.

Sam stood there being quiet

"I can't do this alone." Dean said

"I am literally right here." I said feeling insulted.

Sam starred at Dean and I, "Yes you can, and you have Alex."

"Thank you." I said to Sam.

"Yeah, well I don't want to." Dean said open

"Dean, what the hell, I am right here man."

He nodded, "I know, but all of us need to do this, not just you and me."

Sam sighed, "What was he hunting?"

Dean smiled opening the trunk of the Impala and then opened up the arsenal he props up the spare tire compartment with a shotgun. Then he digs through all of the weapons and clutter.

"Alright lets see, where did I put that thing?"

"So, when Dad left why didn't you two go with him?"

I smile as Dean digs through the trunk, "We were working our own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans."

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves?"

Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam, "I'm twenty six dude. I can take care of Alex and myself without Dad's help."

I point to some papers in the trunk, "Dean, found them."

Dean grabbed the papers, "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." Dean said then he handed the papers to Sam, I looked over he shoulder trying to see which papers Dean had handed him.

I nod, "Yeah, they found his car, he vanished. Completely MIA."

Sam glances up from the papers, "Maybe he was kidnapped."

Dean shook his head, "Yeah, well here's another one in April." He said as he tossed Sam a newspaper for each dated that he mentioned, "Another one in December of 'oh-four, 'oh-three, nighty-eight, nighty-two, ten of them over the past twenty years. All men, all of the same five-mile stretch or road."

I step closer to the car and pull a bag out of the arsenal, "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. Haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough." I pull out a tape recorder from the bag, "Then Dean got this voicemail yesterday." I press play and Dad's voice comes on.

"Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger." I press stop.

"You know there's EVP on that?"

Dean smiled, "Not bad Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?"

Sam shook his head.

"All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." Dean said as I handed him the tape recorder. He pressed play. A new voice comes on, a woman's voice, "I can never go home..."

Dean pressed stop, "Never go home." Sam said looking at the both of us.

Dean dropped the recorder back into the bag, put the shotgun back in it's place, closed the trunk and leaned against it. "You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."

I nod in agreement with Dean, "That is true Sam, come on please."

Sam looked away and sighs and then looks back at Dean and I standing behind him, "Alright I'll go, I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam turned to go back up the stairs.

Dean looks at him, "What's first thing Monday?"

"I have this... I have an interview."

I look confused, "What a job interview, skip it."

Sam shakes his head, "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."

"Law school." I say looking impressed. Dean just stood there and smirked.

"So do we have a deal or not?"

I nod, "Yeah, sure we have a deal."