A/N Thank to everyone for the reviews! Of course . . . I don't own Dean, Sam, or Supernatural . . . sigh. Please read and review. Thank you! I know this chapter is a little slow, but I need to get some information in.

It's not like Dean wanted to go ask Missouri where his car was.

The last person he wanted to talk to was Missouri. He froze, standing in the wet grass, contemplating. Going back and asking would be sacrificing his dignity and making him only angrier. But if he didn't ask, Dean wouldn't have a car. With a reluctant groan, he turned back towards the house.

Missouri poked her head out of the first story kitchen window. "I don't know where your car is, Dean, so don't bother asking. And if you're done hating me, I'll lend you my car." Dean said nothing, and she reached out with a car key in hand. Taking slow steps, Dean took the car key. His mouth wasn't working. He felt like crap. His left leg--and dignity--were killing him. Thank you, Dean made himself think.

"Mmm hmm," she replied before closing the window. Dean spun around to a car parked in the driveway. Well, it could be worse, Dean figured as he twisted the key in the lock. He drove the car for a few blocks, trying to calm himself down. Where to start looking? Dean didn't even have his memory--just exhaustion and pain and worry.

Dean found himself at the park he had often gone to as a kid--after all, this was where he grew up before that bastard destroyed his family. After locking the car and memorizing its license plate, Dean entered the park and sat down on a random, empty bench. What to do?

Call Dad!

"Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time," Dean muttered as he closed the cell phone. Dad's answering machine, again. Dean had said to the machine, "Dad . . . it says it's May 11th. 2 weeks since the day I can't remember. Missouri knows where Sam is and she won't tell me." A long pause. "Dad--I need you. I need help." Looking back, it sounded pretty damn pathetic.

Well, there goes one idea. Dean slumped down in the bench. Suddenly, he heard someone behind him. The someone reached out before Dean could react and took his wallet. Cursing, Dean sped after him, twisting around trees and following the hooded figure. "I'm gonna kick your ass!" Dean hollered. The man led him into an alley, and Dean cornered him at the end.

The man was tall and lanky, dressed into black blue jeans and black baggy sweatshirt with the hood pulled over most of his face. A smile forming on his lips, he hissed, "I know where your brother is."

Sorry this is so short! Longer chapter next time, I promise. Please review!