Back at the hotel, Dean was telling Sam of what happened back at the house. "We're back there, first thing tomorrow morning," demanded Sam "I just can't stand this anymore. When I saw Jess, I knew there something very out-of-the ordinary going on at that house... even for us. And besides, I just won't be able to sleep a night until I know what is really going on." he added. "Fine, but I'm getting sleeping tonight. If you really want to stay up, there's a really good bar down the street... with lots of chicks." Dean informed Sam. Sam rolled his eyes and turned on the TV. "Hey College Boy, Girls Gone Wild is on channel..." started Dean. "Shut up, Dean." interrupted Sam. "Geez, Sammy, calm the roids. Oh, and, by-the-way, where the heck is Dad?" asked Dean, sounding concerned. "He took off. He said we have to handle this one on our own. I know... it's uncharacteristic of him, but he said he couldn't take it anymore and just to leave him a message when we figure everything out." "We'll see if we can even handle it." said Dean, laying on the bed, and he fell fast asleep.
Sam stayed up all night researching, trying to find any information he could. After hundreds of websites, he finally decided to quit for the night. Coming up with nothing left Sam hopeless about finding answers. There was definitely something abnormal happening at their old house, Sam thought, because all three of them had witnessed it. Unless they were all going crazy, he knew that this was definitely something worth looking into. He closed his laptop and his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. He was right, he wouldn't get any sleep until all of this was over.
The next morning, the two brothers woke up bright and early and headed for the house. To their suprise, John's truck was parked in the driveway. Dean knew that his father always carried rock salt with him, so he went over to the truck to reload, since he was out. When he let down the tailgate, there was nothing there but a few empty soda cans. "This isn't his truck, or maybe it is, just not the real him's truck." Dean said. "What are you talking about?" asked Sam. "I know, Dad always brings his supplies. They're not here now. This truck must belong to his double." he replied. "How is that possible?" asked a confused Sam. "I don't know, why don't you tell me, College Boy! You were up all night doing the research, which by-the-way, kept me up for two hours!" snapped Dean. "Dean, there was nothing. The closest thing I found to this is the ghost of a past relative, not the ghost of an alive one, or ones." "Great," said Dean "now we have nothing to work off of. So, where do we begin?"
