Dean woke up. He turned around in bed and put his arm around Alice, the morning sun on his face. It started raining. He smiled and just lied there, listening to the rain drumming against the roof. In a distance he heard the faint sound of wing flutter in the rain. He started drifting away again…

Suddenly Bowler started barking and howling, his paws speeding down the stairs. Both Dean and Alice woke with wide eyes. Dean lifted his head from the pillow, listening intensely.

"Dean..?" Alice queried a little dazed.

They heard Sam coming up the stairs.

Sam's voice: "Jimmy?"

Dean jumped up and grabbed a shotgun from under the bed. The next second Sam hurled the bedroom door wide open.

"Guys, I can't find Jim, and Bowler is downstairs crapping himself!"

Dean looked at Sam with a quiet, resolved face while loading the gun with bullets he had been hiding in the night stand. Alice got out of bed too and ran to put on a robe.

"Jim! Jimmy!" Dean shouted in a demanding voice. No answer.

"I'll check downstairs," said Sam and ran downstairs. Alice was pulling her hair in despair.

"Jim? Can you hear me?" she tried. "You answer me right now! Jimmy?"

"Come on, baby." Dean grabbed her hand and dragged her along with him out of the room.

X

Dean and Alice came running down the stairs and stopped in the hallway.

"Jimmy!" Dean tried again, then turned to Alice: "Stay here."

Dean took aim with the gun and ran into the living room. Alice stayed in the hallway crying.

"Jimmy!" she yelled, trying to will out an answer. Bowler whimpered from under the stairs. She went over and squatted down to pet him, trying to calm the both of them down. "Where's Jim?" she whispered to the petrified animal. From the living room she heard the Winchesters talking.

Sam's voice: "No, I've checked every room in the house…"

Dean's voice: "Well then where the hell is he, Sam? No, I will not freaking calm down! Where is my son?"

Sam's voice: "Look, he could be anywhere by now, okay? Dean, you need to check yourself. We're hunting now."

Alice bit her lip and kept on petting Bowler.

Suddenly the front door creaked – it wasn't locked! Alice looked over at it, stood up and started walking out.

X

The rain hit her face with tiny drops. She walked outside in a dreamlike state, afraid of what she might find. She stopped in the middle of the yard and looked around.

"Jimmyyy..?"

No answer. She turned around to go back inside, when she saw it.