Castiel only been hiking for half an hour when he was stopped by a passing car. Inside was a pair of women, both appearing to be in their early 50s. "Hey, mister. Are you alright?" The woman in the driver's seat called out. She had blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and was dressed in clothes that would've been trendy the last time Cass was on earth, but probably weren't anymore.

"Um… yeah." He scrambled to come up with an excuse. "My… car wouldn't start. And I needed to go into town."

"We're headed that way. Why don't you hop in?" The blonde offers. The other woman, who had dark hair and more contemporary clothing on, looks at her skeptically.

"Come on!" The blonde says to her. "Does this frumpy businessman look like a serial killer to you?"

The brunette relents. "Fine. But I've got a gun if he tries anything."

The blonde nods to Castiel. "Hop in the back." When Cass gets in, she turns back to him. "I'm Max."

She holds out her hand and Cass shakes it. Max points towards the other woman. "This is my wife, Stacy. She's a pain in the ass." Stacy rolls her eyes. "But she's my pain in the ass."

"So where are you going to?" Stacy asks.

"You can drop me at the county clerk's office. I need to find a couple people and I'm hoping they have records."

Max's eyes light up. "Who are you looking for? Long lost love? Absentee father?"

"Old friends." He replied absentmindedly. "The Winchesters. Sam and Dean. Have you ever heard of them?"

Stacy looked at Max. "That name sounds kind of familiar."

"Weren't they those two brothers who lived outside of town when we were teenagers? They had the bizarre kid that lived with them and I think one of them had like a live-in boyfriend or something." Max chuckled. "You know, we thought they were monster hunters. But I'm pretty sure we just partied too hard back then and had a mass hallucination."

"Yeah! We were so obsessed with them that I started having these really intense nightmares where I got impaled by the kid because he was some sort of deity. Like I can still remember that dream, clear as day." Stacy chimed in.

Cass was amazed about how much the human brain could explain away.

"You like related to them or something?" Max remarked.

"Something like that. Do you know if they still live around here?"

"I know one of them worked in town for a bit, but we just come in for a few days every now and then to visit Stacy's parents. We live out near Seattle now."

"I can ask my parents if they know anything when we get back to the house." Stacy offered. "What's your phone number? I'll call you."

"Oh, I don't have a phone."

"What happened to it?"

"It was stolen." Cass lied.

"That's alright. What's your name? I'll just look you up when I find out."

"I'm John. Timberlake?"

Stacy excitedly turned around to look at Cass. "Oh my gosh, are you related to the singer? My older sister was obsessed with him when we were kids."

Castiel shook his head. "Just a coincidence."

"Bummer." Max mused.

Cass zoned out as Max and Stacy made small talk about grocery shopping and their daughter's college applications. He watched as they passed by the familiar streets of Lebanon. Not as much had changed as he had expected. Most of the buildings looked the same. Even the pedestrians were dressed in similar clothing as they were when Cass lived there, just in a way that had a slight uncanny valley effect when he looked at them.

They pulled up to the office and Castiel thanked the women for the ride as he got out of the car.

Castiel walked into a relatively small and dingey office and was swiftly greeted by figure with short hair. "Welcome to Lebanon County Clerk's Office. How may I help you today?" The person greeted, remarkably chipper.

Cass realized that he barely remembered how to con these sorts of people out of information. He didn't have any fake identification on him but was too flustered to put on his FBI front anyways. He decided to be earnest, hoping that the receptionist wouldn't ask too many questions. "Hi… uh Jaimie." Cass replied, reading their name off the plaque on the counter. "I'm looking for some records." He requested and then quickly specified. "Death records. I'm looking for some distant relatives and just can't figure out how to get ahold of them." Cass felt the lines coming back and fell back into his old hunter habits.

Jaimie studied Castiel. He was a bizarre man. He had this disheveled frenetic energy that they just couldn't put their finger on. It may have had something to do with his old fashion clothing, but he didn't seem to quite fit in with the world around him. Even still, they had this immense urge to help him. "Yeah! Sure, those should be public record so I can look them up for you. Who are you looking for?" They inquired.

"Sam and, uh, Dean Winchester?" Cass pursed his lips and looked around in an attempt to be discreet.

"Oh, I don't even need to look them up. They're both still around."

Cass's face lit up in surprise and delight. "Really?"

"Yeah. Sam is a family friend. He worked with my grandfather."

"Your grandfather was a hunter?"

The receptionist shook their head and chuckled, "No, he was a lifelong vegetarian. He and Sam were personal injury lawyers. They were partners at the same firm for like 20 years."

Cass was elated to learn that Sam had left the hunting life behind and was still alive all these years later. "And Dean?"

Jaimie shook their head. "I don't really know a ton about Dean. He moved out of town when I was still in Elementary school and only came back a few times a year. Sam's always telling my grandma stories about him though, his life sounds so exciting." Cass's heart fluttered, knowing that his best friends, his family, were still around.

"Does Sam still live around here?"

"Oh yeah. He's about half a mile west of here." Jaimie gave Cass the address.

"Thank you very much!" He said to Jaimie and ran out of the building.

"You're welcome!" Jaimie called after him when he was already out the doors. "What a strange man." They thought to themself.

Their phone rang, it was their mom. "Hi Mom!"

"Hey honey." The voice sighed on the other end. "You grandmother just called. Apparently, Mr. Winchester passed away yesterday. Have you heard anything about it?"

They looked to the door, visibly shaken. "Uh, no. I hadn't heard anything. Tony's probably not done processing the death certificate." Their mom went on about how Sam's son was back in town to make arrangements and how they needed to go pay respects. Jaimie barely paid attention, all they could think about was the strange man in the trench coat and how they got his hopes up.