I grabbed a few of the remaining fries off of Dean's plate, sticking them in my mouth as Dean circled something in the newspaper he had spread on the table. We sat in a small diner slash inn near Kirksville, Missouri, and I leaned over to look at what he circled, seeing an obituary with a photo of a young woman.

Before I could ask about it, the waitress stopped by our table. "Can I get you anything else?"

My brother and I glanced up, Dean smiling around the pen that he held loosely in his mouth, seeing the waitress bent over our table directly in front of him. He started to answer, but before he could, Sam returned from the bathroom and sat between us.

"Just the check, please."

The waitress, Wendy, per her nametag, stood, her smile dropping slightly, "Okay." She walked away, and Dean let his head drop down, looking over at Sam.

I let out a small laugh as Dean spoke, "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." He pointed to Wendy, or rather to the short shorts she was wearing, "That's fun."

I scoffed, "That's chlamydia, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes, then moved the newspaper he had been writing on, setting it in front of Sam. He gestured to an obituary, "Here, you two, take a look at this, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago."

I looked up in confusion, "A funeral?"

My older brother nodded, "Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh," he waved his hand, "closure or whatever."

Sam scoffed lightly, leaning closer to Dean in the slightest, "Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean." He leaned even closer and Dean looked up, "Other people just stop looking for them."

I glanced between the two of them as Dean straightened ever so slightly, "Something you want to say to me?"

Sam sighed through his nose, and I quietly pulled out "my" credit card, handing it to Wendy as Sam continued.

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day."

Dean stared at our younger brother, his eyes as hard and cold as steel, but before he could respond, I spoke from behind Sam, my voice even and calm.

"Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?"

Dean raised an eyebrow in questioning as Sam glanced between us both, "I don't know. Something. Anything."

Dean scoffed quietly, "You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think we wanna find Dad as much as you do?"

Sam sighed, "Yeah, I know you do, it's just—" I half shrugged, my face falling into an expression of 'well not really," but neither of my brothers noticed as Dean cut off Sam's words.

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies and Henley's been living her nice apple pie life."

"Hey!"

"We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, until Wendy walked past, returning my card, and Dean's eyes once again found their way to her ass.

I tucked the receipt into my wallet, and stood, catching the attention of Sam, and I sighed, "All right, Lake Manitoc." Dean didn't respond and Sam rolled his eyes, "Hey!"

Dean's gaze lazily returned to Sam and I, "Huh?"

"How far?"

Dean pulled out a map and opened it, "Probably around eight hours? If we leave now we can get there by six or seven."

"Let's get going then!" I gathered up the newspapers from the table, shoving them into my bag, and headed out the door.

Behind me I heard them follow, Dean calling out from behind me, "Hen, slow down!" I paused at the door, turning back to see them catching up.

I shook my head, smiling, "You two are so slow, honestly. Let's go!"

Dean pushed past me, opening the door, and Sam rolled his eyes, also pushing past me, leaving me to follow them, smile dropping.

I jogged the few steps to the Impala and frowned, tossing my bag in the backseat, and climbed in without a word, the tension between my brothers growing thicker with every moment that passed.

They got into the front seat, and Dean wordlessly started the car, He checked traffic, and then pulled out, heading towards the highway.

I let out a small sigh, settling back into my seat, "Well this'll be a fun drive."

Sam shot me a glare over the back of the seat, causing me to roll my eyes, and I rested my head on the back of the seat, closing my eyes, trying to get some rest.

I was startled awake by the sound of the Impala's horn blaring, and Dean yelling.

"-gas pedal, c'mon!" I sat up, looking around, and saw the slow moving traffic in both lanes of the highway.

Sam sighed, and I leaned forward, "How close are we?"

Dean groaned, hitting the steering wheel, "We have about an hour but EVERYONE DECIDED TO STOP DRIVING!"

I stifled a laugh, "Well why not just get off at the next exit and we can take the back roads the rest of the way?"

He nodded, "That's my plan, but we gotta get there first. Why don't you and Sammy take a look at the map and see where we need to go. That way I know where I need to be going."

I nodded, reaching over the seat to grab the map, and opened it on the seat between my brothers. "Alright, where are we?"

Dean inched forward, glancing at a roadsign, "Highway 151, I think the last exit was for a town called Beaver Dam?"

I nodded, folding the map to look closer, Sam leaned in "Looks like if we get off at County Road B, we can take a little detour and hopefully bypass the traffic jam and get back on 151 from County Road A."

"Sounds like a plan to me, hold on." Dean stepped on the gas pedal, pulling over into the right lane, speeding up a bit to reach the exit, and he pulled off the highway. "Damn, I hate traffic. Alright, am I going east or west?"

I leaned over the seat, taking a closer look at the map, "East, then north on County Road A."

Dean nodded, turning right, and sped up as he did so. The sudden movement sent me backwards, back onto my seat from where I had been leaning over the front. My head smacked the top of the seat and I groaned, "Warn me next time, jeez."

Sam turned around and Dean glanced in the rearview mirror at me, "You alright, PIxie?" I nodded, rubbing the back of my head, "I'm fine."

"Good." With confirmation that I would in fact survive, Dean sped up even more, the countryside flying past as he made his way through the small detour and back onto the highway.