"Where was your brother when he disappeared?" Sam cut to the chase, skipping through Dean's flirtatious questions. Knowing his brother, he'd probably pull some crap like: "Would you like to do some private investigating with me?"

"Um… He was on a date. And his date came back, but he didn't." Vanesse explained as she tucked a curl behind her ear. She was fighting back tears, the memories of her brother all came back in a flash.

"Do you know where they went?" Dean questioned as he put a hand on her shoulder. Vanesse shook her head.

"Do you know anybody that would know?" Sam asked.

She remained non-verbal and nodded her head. "Yes, we do." Holly spoke for her.

"That's great, could you tell us where they live?" Sam spoke, seeing as Dean was too caught up in being 'sensitive and caring' towards the other girl.

"Yeah, his girlfriend Marilyn Hante, but… There's a slight problem. She's not said much since the accident, and what she has said, has nothing to do with the missing people."

Sam nodded his head, "Okay… Dean, move your ass, we gotta go."

Dean pulled away from the woman, "Alright. We'll see you two later."

"No, no, no… I'm coming with you." Words fell from Vanesse's mouth as she broke her wrath of silence.

"I dunno." Sam said, considered of the burden.

"Look, my brother, he was my best friend and someone, something, took him away from me. And, personally, I want to find that bitch and kill them." She explained her sorrows.

Sam looked at Dean for an answer, "Okay. Fine." He read Dean's expression. Dean pulled his car's keys out of his left pocket and walked towards the door in expectation for everyone to follow his lead.