James came back to the room to find Mary staring at a picture. She had found it amongst the papers Bobby had given her but had never paid very attention to it until that day. She had never given too much credit to her nightmares and they stopped being so frequent after what happened in her school but lately they had started to get weirder than usual. Dean had never really appeared in them. She and James had been trying to find the knife the demon had taken from her a few days before or at least something that could have the same effect. Looking for demons with no sort of advantage didn't sound like the best strategy on Earth. The night before showed Mary she knew what the best solution was all along but she couldn't figure out where her certainty came from.

"I swear I don't know what's the deal with demons these days. They used to be easy enough to find. Now it's like they're mocking us."

"So there's nothing here."

"No. I've officially ran out of options."

"Well… what about the Colt?"

James didn't have a clear reaction. Mary knew exactly why.

"The gun? You do realize it was destroyed."

"What if it wasn't?"

"Those are just stories."

"Yeah I know, but it wouldn't hurt to check it, right?"

"Why the sudden interest in some gun? You could have thought of that days ago."

"Because I remembered it now, ok?"

"Fine. Where are we going to look for it?"

"I think I may have an idea."

Mary tried to avoid James's look. She knew he was dying to flood her with questions that not even her had an answer to. Besides she wasn't as interested in the Colt as she was in the person she thought had it.

Dean was starting to loose the little sense he had left. He had swore he would never let Mary out of sight after what had happened 10 years ago and now he was in the exact same situation, only last time she was missing for 3 days, this time he had been looking for 3 weeks. The only thing that was keeping him together was the fact that, even though there weren't any good news, there weren't any bad either. If demons had her he would probably know it, but then again it could be another trick. He had returned to South Dakota after going across the country, it seemed that the only option left was to look for her in the most basic places. Bobby decided to do the same but the two had gone in separate ways. He ran to the car as soon as Bobby called him saying he had found out something. The older man was waiting for him, leaning against the car.

"It's about time."

"I came as fast as I could. Couldn't you talk on the phone?"

"I'm not sure I could. I think I may have found something."

"What?"

"I went to the bar…"

"You went to a bar?"

"What? It was a long day. And we should have started looking there."

"Why?"

"The bartender and some regulars say they saw her there."

"And they remember her?"

"Well, apparently she didn't pay. Roy says he never forgets a deadbeat."

"But how did she get into a bar?"

"How do you think? Do you have any real ID? Anyway, he says she left with a guy."

"A guy? You mean she is out there alone with some guy?"

"So it seems."

Now Dean was really worried. The thought of all the things that could go wrong terrified him. At the same time he started considering turning to the angels again. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he was starting to believe they would never find Mary on their own. His thoughts were interrupted by Bobby's phone ringing.

James had been exceptionally patient that day. He knew there had to be something up with Mary, he just didn't want to come out and say it. He was trying to think of the reasons that would make the two travel all the way to Indiana for a gun that, for all he knew didn't exist anymore. He was dying to know why she was so sure about it. They had spent the entire day talking to locals trying to find a man that Mary could describe pretty well even though there wasn't any picture or even a name. Their efforts had led them to the local bar where Mary was talking to a young man. James wasn't sure where that fit the investigation but he wasn't enjoying how nice she was being to some guy. When she finally went to their table he was ready to drop the patience. He just had to know why they were there.

"You seemed to be enjoying your time with that guy."

Mary was confused.

"Do I have to check with you to talk to people?"

"No, I just never thought you were the kind of person that would treat random strangers well, but that's just my experience talking."

"We met in the worst day of my life."

"Well, things aren't that much better now, are they?"

"Are you jealous?"

That was probably the first time James had seen Mary sincerely laughing. He tried to ignore the whole thing.

"No, of course not. Why would I be?"

"No reason… Anyway, there was a good reason to be nice to that guy."

"Really?"

"Yup. I think I know where the Colt is."

"Wow, just like that? How does that guy know where it is?"

"That guy doesn't know anything. He works at a retirement home and apparently Steve is one of the most known residents."

"Steve?"

"I'm not sure that's his real name but if they think he's nuts he may be the guy we're looking for."

"Or he may be just some nutty old guy."

"Well, a suspicion is the best we can hope for now."

"Ok, how are you planning to talk to a guy in a retirement home?"

"Good question…"

"I think I may know a way."

Mary and James never expected what they saw the next day. When they thought of the place where old people with no real incomes would spend the last years of their lives, they never pictured something of that magnitude. Most working people never even dreamt of living in a place that made some mansions look bad.

"Wasn't this guy a hunter?"

"As far as I know…"

"Are you sure we're in the right place?"

"Again with the doubts."

"I'm sorry but, come on, are you kidding me? Look at this place. I wish I had lived in a time when stealing money was this easy."

"I hope this works."

"Trust me, I've been doing this for years. They always fall for it."

Mary wasn't so sure. She pointed at the heavy security. None of them had ever dreamed someone could live like that.

Passing through security wasn't the hardest part, but there was something far worse waiting for them at the reception. A middle-aged woman was taking care of some paper work and ignored them for a while despite of James's attempts to capture her attention. After a few cofs the woman finally spoke.

"I heard you, what do you want?"

Mary and James exchanged a look before Mary took the lead.

"Hi. Good morning. We're here to see Mr. Turner."

"And why would you wanna do that?"

"Well, we're Mr. Turner's cousin lawyers. He recently passed away and he's the only family we could find."

"You're kidding me, right? What you think this is my first day here? You probably found a new banc account, so you're going to make the old man sign some paper, suddenly you get sickly rich and leave him here to die and me to change his diapers until God decides of put him out of his misery and mine."

None of them had anything good in mind to answer her. Since it was his idea, James tried to emend the situation.

"Ma'am I can assure you we're honest people. We would never, ever do such thing."

The woman finally decided to take a good look at them.

"How long did it take you to get your degree?"

"Same as everybody else, ma'am."

"Really? Because your partner there can't be more than 20."

"Everybody says that. You see, she is interning at our firm. I'm showing her the ropes."

"Get out of my home."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mary couldn't say she was surprised that James's plan didn't work. In the months they had been together there had been very few occasions where he didn't screw up in some way.

"So much for your brilliant ideas…"

"If you have a better idea I'm dying to hear it."

"How the hell am I going to speak to a guy that lives in a luxury prison?"

"Well, I was thinking of something, but I'm going to need a good reason to do this."

"You mean, besides taking one of the only things that we've heard of that can actually kill demons?"

"This was never about the gun, was it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, Mary. You know as well as I do that even if this guy still has it he will never tell you. So why do you want to talk to him so badly."

"It's a long story."

"Yeah, you've been saying that since we've met. We've got nothing but time now and I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why we're here. Oh, and don't skip the part of how you got your hands on those journals."

Mary knew there was no way she was going to escape that. He was right. They had been hunting together for a few months now and all she did was ignore him as much as she could. She owed him that much. Besides he was too soft to go around telling everybody.

"You're not going to believe it."

"After what I've seem, I'm a believer."

"What have you heard about the Winchesters?"

"The same as everybody else."

"Then you've heard they're dead, right?"

Mary didn't have to say anything else. James had a slight suspicion and he had also heard about the rumors.

"You're one of them, aren't you?"

"That's what's been said."

"Wow, that's just… I mean, you're a Winchester?"

"I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to anybody about this."

"Oh, no. Totally. You can trust me. How are you a Winchester?"

"Dean."

"Yeah, he was kind of a bouncer."

"So, what's the plan?"

Mary had to start a little more of the consequences of stupid ideas. She had basically shared her biggest secret in exchange of a plan that consisted on invading the room of some apparently rich old guy who was living in one of the most secured places she had ever seen.

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

"It's for good cause."

"And how are we going to make the man with the invaders understand that?"

"You're a Winchester. This guy was probably friends with your dad and even he wasn't he should kneel and offer you all he owns just because you're a freakin' Winchester."

"I thought we had let that go already."

"We did. It didn't stop being awesome though."

"If we get caught, you are paying for this."

"We won't get in trouble, I've got all figured out."

"I really hope you're right."

The two got in the room through the window. Everything was dark and silent.

"I thought he would be back by now."

"He is."

James pointed to the light coming from the bathroom.

"Ok, we need to think of something to explain why there are two strangers in the room."

James wasn't listening. He was going through his things.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm looking for the Colt."

"Why are you doing that?"

"Isn't that why we're here?"

"Yeah, but we can ask him for it, what do you think he'll do if he sees her holding his gun?"

"Uh, oh."

"What?"

Mary turned back, Steven was behind her and pointing a gun.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Wait, sir we can explain."

Mary didn't even have time for an answer before James jumped out of the window.

"James! Thanks for that!"

"Who are you?"

"Look, this is just a huge misunderstanding. I just want to talk to you."

"You're one of those punks that's been calling me, threatening me."

"What? No, I swear…"

"Nurse!"

"Please don't do that. I think you knew my father, he was Dean Winchester…"

Mary couldn't fight the efficiency of that place. It didn't take more than a few seconds for a woman accompanied by security to enter the room. As soon as they did, the security grabbed Mary. For a second she could have swore the older hunter recognized something in her, but he didn't do anything."

"Mr. Turner, what did I tell you about having guns in here."

Steven didn't seem to care that his last functioning gun had been confiscated. He just stared at Mary until she was out of his sight.

Mary found it odd that she was led into an interrogation room instead of a cell. Sure she had invaded private property but that hardly qualified her for an interrogation.

Thanks a lot for the feedback. I'll try to finish this up as soon as I can.