'Now this is familiar,' he thought as the sherriff waltzed in and tossed a box on the table.

He'd been arrested a lot, past life and this one, and it never changed.

The cop comes in, acts like a hardass, tries to get as much info as possible out of you, then leaves you stewing in your thoughts, hoping to break your confidence.

If only they knew.

He'd gotten away from the police so many times before that it wasn't even a challenge anymore.

At least now he knew where John was. The coordinates would lead them to him, at least he hoped they would because going on a wild goose chase did not sound like fun.

"Sammy," Dean says into the phone once outside the station, "Where are you?"

"On my way to the old Welch house."

"Well, I got dad's journal, he's not here. Left some coordinates and knowing him, he's probably not there either." Dean explained, "Still gonna check though."

"He must've found something if he left so quick- Holy crap!" Sam yelled.

Dean tensed up, "Sam? Sammy!"

"Take me home..." The call cut off with the sound of static and Dean cursed, looking around to find a car.

As soon as he spotted one, he hot wired it and took off. He already knew the address from when they had looked up the case on the computer. Now he just had to get there before the bitch killed Sam.