A/N

Haha, I am beyond doubt a loser. I have an idea for a sequel, now I just have to finish this. I'm more excited about the sequel though, I promise it's good. And I'm so excited for it, that I want to finish this even more. So, I'm putting more and more chapters up and I hope that excites you. I'll give you a hint for the sequel though- we're going to get more into Sam's thing with the ocean.

Chapter Five

Patty Waltz had been pretty easy to get a hold, and easier to get a meeting with. Sam pulled the impala into the driveway of a little house not far from their motel, and met Dean at the front door. After one knock, the door opened to reveal Patty Waltz. She looked to be in her forties, although Sam suspected that she looked older than she was from the dark circles that hung below her brown eyes and her graying hair.

"Hello, I suspect you are Mr. Louis and Mr. Willison," She moved to the side indicating they should come in. "Please come in. Can I get you anything?"

"No we're fine, thank you," Sam responded.

"So how can I help you young men?" Patty asked. She had a sweet voice; it almost reminded Dean of his own mother's.

"We're investigation the deaths at Mission San Carlos de Borromeo, and if it wasn't too much trouble, we were hoping to ask you about your son," Sam added. Dean had left the talking up to Sam. There was something so comforting about this woman, and for that Dean stopped to actually think about what this poor woman had gone through.

"Oh not at all. What do you need to know?"

"Was Russ in any trouble recently? Or doing anything different than usual?"

"I really couldn't tell you. He's only been living with me for the past year, he lived with his father full time before."

"And why's that?"

"Well, Russ and his father got along very well. His father and I, we were still friends after the divorce, but I still didn't see Russ much. He asked to live full time with his father, and we agreed that would be fine."

"You didn't want him to live with you?"

"No, that's not it at all. I love Russ, he's my son. He just didn't like living with me, I never really had enough money to give him much of anything. All that I could offer him was to come to church with me, but he said he didn't believe in God."

"And his father passed away recently?"

"Yes, just last year. Russ was devastated. But he came to live here."

"And he didn't believe in God before that?"

"No, his father didn't believe in God either. He looked up to his father, just like any other young boy. After his father died he told me he'd never go to church. He said that if God existed than his father wouldn't have died."

"And that was okay with you?"

"Frankly I was just happy that he came back to live with me, it was hard without him."

"How was school for him?" Dean made himself known again.

"It was alright. He's never been academically talented, but he got by. He used to have lots of friends, but right before he passed he had been spending time with some new kid."

"A new kid, did you ever meet him?"

"Oh no, Russ didn't bring his friends around here. He always went to the mission to meet his one friend. I suppose it was a popular spot."

"And this new friend came around when?"

"A few weeks ago I believe. Not too long, but they were pretty close. I guess he stopped hanging out with his other friends."

"What happened to the new kid now?"

"He's around I suppose. I haven't heard anything about him actually."

"Do you have a name for him?"

"James. James Hilf."

"Thanks for your time Mrs. Waltz," Sam ended quickly as both boys rose and shook Patty's hand. The boy's lead themselves out and made it back to the motel in record time. As soon as they entered the room, Sam was opening his laptop.

"Man, you're like a magnet," Dean smirked as he walked across the room and landed on the couch. "What'd you find?"

"James Hilf- not so alive."