Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. 'Fitting' Sam thought sarcastically, considering the place could be quite dangerous, especially where Dean said they would be going…not exactly in the nicest part of town.

"Dude, you ever been to the liberty bell?" dean asked out of the blue and the look on Sam's face acknowledged the questions randomness.

"No, can't say that I have" was Sam's response.

"Me either"

"What brought on that question?"

"I always liked this city; never got the chance to really see it…I never even had a cheese steak"

"You can get those all over the place though"

"Oh please, everyone knows you can't get a good one outside this city"

"They have good sports teams here" Sam said with a smile

"Hell yea! Gotta love the flyers" dean replied

"I never pinned you for a hockey fan"

"Really? It's the violence man, can't get enough"

Sam actually laughed openly.

"Where are we headed to again" Sam asked after his bought of laughter, back to business.

"South…Morris Street"

"How much longer?"

"Not far at all…were here"

They pulled up to a dinky old row home situated on the corner. It looked as if no one had been there in years.

"Well this idea has been shot to hell" Sam said, crossing his arms over his chest like a two year old.

"Not necessarily" dean replied, staring intently at the door. "The door is open" sure enough the door was ajar slightly, but not enough to be noticeable.

"Lets go then, he's gotta be in there!" Sam made a move to open the car door, but was stopped by Dean.

"Have you looked at the neighborhood…there could be any number of thugs in there"

"Yea? And? We can take 'um dean…"

"Yea, well I don't know about you but I don't think starting off my day being jumped will help either one of us"

They got out of the car slowly and walked to the door.

"Should we knock?" Dean joked, but Sam was having none of it. Dean pushed the door open to be met with emptiness. The whole place was dusty and grimy with all their fathers' relics and research all over the walls and any available space. But something was out of the ordinary, Sam noticed it first.

"Look dean…" he pointed to the dusty hard wood flooring. "Footprints, pretty fresh too"

"There definitely not dads…the proportions are wrong, I'd say it's a woman's or child's foot"

As if on cue, a loud crash was heard form one of the upstairs rooms. The two brothers looked at each other before heading up to the second floor landing. There, at the top of the steps, was a broken statue of an angel. And there were still more footprints, leading directly into the closet situated to their right.

"Whoever this is, isn't very bright" Dean whispered to Sam. Sam reached out his hand to open the door while dean stood at the ready for anything that could pop out. Sam counted off with his fingers 1…2…3. he tore open the door to find a girl, maybe 25 or so standing there with an old umbrella in her hands, looking rather alarmed.

"Who are you?" Dean demanded

"Ummm…don't hurt me ok, I'm looking for John Winchester" she said, brandishing the umbrella in front of her.

"Look lady, give me the umbrella" dean said "and we'll talk quietly"

She looked him over before slamming him in the gut with her makeshift weapon and tried to run past only to be caught by Sam. Dean was now doubled over on the floor, cursing out the stranger. Sam was trying to control her…"look calm down, John Winchester is our father"

She stopped struggling against him "really? Got proof"

"I'll show you proof" said dean getting up off the floor "but first…" he grabbed the umbrella from her hand "no more umbrellas for you…did you play baseball or something?"

"It's called Softball when girls do it…where's the proof"

Sam laughed at her remark. Dean got out his drivers license and showed it to her. She studied it for a second before seemingly accepting that they were in fact John Winchester's sons. "Now, I repeat, what are you doing here"

"I told you, I'm looking for John Winchester…I was told he could help me"

"Help with what?" Sam chimed in