I do not own Sam or Dean, I do own Natalie and Sam though.

Back at the police station:

Dean went up to the main desk in the front of the station, where a young male officer was answering the phones. Dean noticed his badge read T. Gregus.

"How can I help you?" Officer Gregus asked.

"I'm a reporter for the Santa Fe Times newspaper," Dean replied, flashing his fake I.D. "I'm looking for Officer Manning and Officer Doyle. Are they available?"

"Ok, Mr. Junction. I will see what I can do. Please wait over there," Officer Gregus pointed towards the small waiting area.

Dean walked over and sat down just as an officer walked through a door leading to what Dean suspected was the holding cells.

The officer looked about forty-five years of age. He was as tall as Dean, and well built. He was yelling at someone in the back, about being a crook and stealing identities. Although Dean couldn't tell who the officer was yelling at, he made sure to take a mental note not to mess with this guy. But Dean's mental note would soon be crushed as he realized that the man was Officer Manning.

Great! Dean thought. I'm going to have to be extra careful around this guy. I need to put on my Dean charm, make this guy like me.

"Officer Manning," Dean said as he stood up out of the small plastic chair. "May I have a word with you?"

"What? Who are you? What do you want?" Officer Manning said in an angry/frustrated sort of way.

"My name is Fred Junction," Dean said. "I'm a reporter for the Times newspaper and I wanted to ask you a few questions about the Kyle disappearances."

"The Kyle disappearances? Oh…the Kyle disappearances. Why? Why is the press interested in them now? That happened twenty years ago."

Hearing this bit of information made Dean freeze in his tracks. Twenty years ago! What? How is that possible? Dean realized to find out more, he had to play it cool. Like he knew what the officer was talking about.

"I'm mostly looking over all of the information, and I need you to recap what happened...for informational purposes."

"Well, that's quite a long story, but I guess I have time. They aren't going anywhere," Officer Manning pointed through the door to the prisoners. "Step into my office."

Officer Manning sat down at his desk and offered Dean a seat in front. Dean took the notepad he always carried with him, to take notes and to not look suspicious.

"The Kyle disappearances…they were...should I say…different from most missing persons cases." Officer Manning went on to tell Dean about the details on what they had found at the crime scene. "But the most puzzling thing is that there was no trace. Like they had just vanished into thin air, but we all know that's not possible."

"So they just disappeared, with no sign? No trace at all? No blood or anything that might look suspicious?"

"That's what I just said."

"I know. I'm just trying to make sure I'm getting everything. So, what happened to their daughter?"

"Natalie? I think she still lives around here. But I don't know. I haven't seen her in a few years since she went off to college."

"Why do you think someone would kidnap her parents? I've seen their house, and it doesn't seem like they have a whole lot of money."

"I know it wasn't money. They had enough to get by, but there were other families close by that had much more. I feel it was something personal, but we have never been able to figure out what someone would want from them. Natalie was too young to know, and Mrs. Kyle's sisters had no idea. We had few clues, and even fewer suspects."

"Suspects? Who were they?"

"That is personal information, and I cannot give that out."

Shit! Dean thought. I need to get that information! "Well, thank you officer. I think that is all I need."

"Yes, well…you managed to kill an hour of my time. I have much to do still. I think you know the way out?"

"Yes sir," Dean said as he walked out of his office and back to his car.

I need to get the suspect list, but how? Dean knew he couldn't go back into the station unless the front desk officer and officer Manning weren't there. If they left, then he could just use his fake police badge and gain access, but he knew he had more of a chance of getting caught. Maybe I can hit another station near here. They should have the same information, I hope.

But Dean knew that wouldn't work. His best chance at getting those documents was to go into the station at night and pray that no one was taking a double shift.

Back with Sam and Natalie in the ditch:

Natalie knew that in order to get what she wanted, she needed them alone. She started to follow Sam into the woods, knowing full well they wouldn't find anything.

Sam started to get this feeling. The feeling of uncertainty was great, and he felt that if he went into the woods, he might not come back out. But just then, his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Sam, it'd Dean. Listen, Natalie's parents," Dean said. "They died twenty years ago, when Natalie was just a baby. I don't know how you didn't know before, but now you are in danger. Sam, she's a demon."

Sam was stunned. "What do you mean a demon?"

"I mean, she is possessed by a demon."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked. He turned and looked at Natalie. He knew something had been different about her. She looked back at him. He said "cristo," and she flinched. Sam quickly hung up the phone.

"Sam? Sam?" Dean yelled into the phone. Damn it! Dean quickly jumped into his car, and drove off towards the ditch, praying that he would make it on time.