A/N: Seems appropriate to update this story on Mother's Day, doesn't it? L Anyway, I want to thank those that have reviewed. Profusely. Thank you SO MUCH! It's got me excited to keep writing. So THANK YOU!!

Tower Grove Park

It had been a bit of a drive and Sam and Dean had rode in silence save for his tape of "...And Justice for All" by Metallica blaring out of the car stereo. They pulled up and parked near the North Gate on Magnolia Street. It took awhile and being pointed in the right direction by some of the volunteers at the park but soon Sam and Dean found the Pool Pavilion and near it the playground where the little girls all disappeared.

Dean had mentioned a few times about how 'impressive' the park was as they walked. Sam had been right, the place was huge and there were so many things to look at that it made Dean almost wish they could take a slower walk through the place again. And he wasn't normally one to enjoy a walk in the park so that said something about this place.

They decided to split up once they reached the playground. Sam figured they'd cover more ground that way. Sam went to talk to some of the parents while Dean poked around a bit. Now he was checking out the wading pool, which wasn't open at this time of the year but it looked like a spot that would be crawling with kids when it was. He could see from where he was standing that Sam was talking to some woman at the moment.

"So you said that the little girl was here with her mom and younger brother?" Sam said.

The woman, a brunette in her late 30s, nodded her head softly. Lucy kept shifting her focus from Sam to her son who was playing on the slide right now. "Yes, that's right," she said after a moment, sounding just a bit distracted. "Jackie would bring Taylor and Ellie here all the time. But I haven't seen her back with Taylor since Ellie went missing."

"And did you see anything suspicious that day? Like someone hanging around that looked out of place or someone that was paying Ellie a lot of attention that day?"

"I told the police all this already, Mr. Gillan," she said, shaking her head. Lucy frowned a little at Sam. She eyed him a little suspiciously until she decided that he was 'safe'. "I don't know how I can be of any help to your story." Her attention was caught by something her son was doing however. "Hold on for a moment." She took a few steps closer to the playground to yell to her son. "Nicky, you get down from there right now before you break your neck, young man!"

Sam turned a little to see a ten-year-old boy with wavy chestnut brown hair, hanging from a part of the construction that clearly wasn't meant to be used as monkey bars and smiled a little bit. Sam almost chuckled at it actually as he watched the boy and his mother for a moment. He could tell that it was an exaggeration on the mother's part but it didn't look like Nicky was in the safest of positions right now either. It took a moment before the little boy climbed back onto the equipment to safely play with his friends again and that was when Sam's attention shifted again.

"I'm sorry about that," Lucy said, sighing a little. Her son, it seemed, could be quite a handful. "Nicky thinks that he's Spiderman and sees fit to climb all over anything that he possibly can." She laughed a little and shook her head, looking like she didn't know why she'd just said that to a total stranger.

Sam shrugged. "It's all right," he said, nodding a little. "Boys will be boys, right?" He flashed her a quick, charming smile and shrugged again. "So anyway, did you see anyone suspicious hanging around the day Ellie disappeared?"

Lucy seemed to think about it and then slowly shook her head. "It was the usual mothers and nannies here with the kids," she said. "No one really stood out." She paused and seemed to recall something. Lucy pursed her lips for a moment, like she was debating telling Sam something. "There was this one woman who came around just before Nicky and I left who was looking for her little girl, asked me if I'd seen her daughter. I think she said her little girl's name was April. After she told me what her little girl looked like I had to tell her no. Other than Ellie and one other little girl, there weren't any other blonde girls around and none wearing a pink sweater and white pants. Then the woman moved on." Lucy shrugged. It was everything she remembered from that day. "I told the police about that little girl too and they said they'd look into it. Maybe you should talk to Jackie. I think the woman asked Jackie about that April girl too."

Sam nodded, making mental notes at the moment. "Is there a way that you know of that I could get a hold of Jackie or even this other woman you saw?"

"I don't know about the other woman. I hadn't seen her around here before then but I can give you Jackie's number. Ellie and Nicky played together a lot. They went to the same school, were in the same class," Lucy said, reaching for her purse and pulling out a little spiral notebook. She jotted down a phone number and then tore off the page and handed it to Sam. "Good luck with your story, Mr. Gillan. What I don't understand is why anyone from St. John would be interested in this story."

Sam stuffed the paper and his hands into the pockets of his jacket and smiled. "We're hoping there's a happy ending on this one," he said, nodding a little, "but missing girls is a big story anywhere. I just got asked to cover it. I didn't ask my editor why he wanted the story."

Lucy lightly laughed and nodded, accepting Sam's explanation at face value. He looked trustworthy to her. "Well good luck anyway."

Sam nodded and gave Lucy a little wave. He even glanced at Nicky who was climbing all over the equipment again which got his mother in another uproar. Sam walked over to Dean who was leaning against a fence with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. Dean shook his head as Sam got closer and Sam immediately was curious. Did that mean that Dean didn't find anything or that Sam wasn't going to like what Dean found?

"What did you get?" Dean asked.

"The name of the little girl that went missing and her mom's phone number," Sam said. His hands were still in his pocket and he could feel the paper in it. "There was apparently another mom going around asking about an April." He didn't remember any little girls named April among the missing girls from the park but he thought it was worth noting anyway.

Dean looked a little curious and nodded. "So are we going to still go with the reporter angle with the mom?" he asked. He thought they should go in as FBI when dealing with this little girl's mom but he didn't know if his brother had other ideas.

Sam nodded. "If this woman calls the girl's mom, then they're going to be expecting reporters," he said with a shrug. "We might as well stick with the cover for as long as we can. Anyway, the little girl was Ellie Mayer. Her mom, Jackie, would bring her kids here all the time. Since Ellie went missing, she hasn't been back."

"Well maybe this Jackie remembers something now that she didn't tell the cops at the time," Dean said with a shrug. "Maybe she even knows something about this April kid."

Sam nodded again. "We can go grab something to eat and I'll call Jackie, see if I can set something up for us to meet her, talk face to face," he said with a little shrug. He remembered Dean complaining about being hungry when they were at the motel so Sam figured they could grab something to eat and set up a meeting all at once. Make everyone happy. If they couldn't get any information from Jackie about April, then he'd head to the library if there was time or at least poke around on the computer.

Dean just kind of nodded, starting to walk down the path back towards the car. At least he thought he was headed down the right path to head back to where he'd parked. He looked at his little brother with this kind of confused, almost lost look on his face. "So how do we get back to the car again?" he asked.

Sam softly laughed, shaking his head at Dean. "This way, Dean," he said, leading them in a slightly different direction than the one Dean had started to take.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and had a little frown on his lips. "I thought it was this way," he said, sticking his thumb in the direction he'd wanted to head.

Sam shook his head again but for a moment he did pause and looked around like he was trying to get his bearings. "No, it was this way," he said, sounding pretty sure of himself. "I remember."

Dean seemed to mutter something under his breath about how Sam always had to be right but started to follow his little brother. He was thinking though that this could be a problem. If they couldn't remember how to get back to the gate where they parked, how was a little kid supposed to find their way around this place? Dean didn't say anything though. He just stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed Sam, sulking a little at the fact that they weren't going the way Dean had said they should walk.