Yay another chapter. Got to explore a bit with a few more characters in this chapter. Dean and Jordan make their appearance. Hopefully Dean is... well, Dean? Let me know!

As for the waitress, she's a random. Something to occupy Dean hah. I figure this all takes place when he's heading from the Colorado area to Greeley for the Vamp.

Chapter 4 we'll get to meet more of the characters! Sam even makes an appearance!

Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form do I own Supernatural. Jocelyn and Jordan are mine for the taking though.

September 2009

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

The next day, Bobby and Jocelyn were reading through some of his lore books. His phone began ringing, catching his attention.

"Yeah."

Jocelyn looked up briefly, before returning to the book before her. It was chalk full of information on creatures- wendigo, vampires, werewolves, etc.

"I already know a good deal about this- but there is some I am finding to be new information," Jocelyn thought, turning a page," But I have to keep looking through them all. The info I'm looking for is bound to be around somewhere."

"—Well, just be careful. Them vamps are nasty," Bobby told the person on the other side of the call, as he locked his eyes on the teenager across the room from him. It dawned on him quickly, interrupting the other man," Hey- where'd you say that Vamp case was?... Greeley Pennsylvania. Right—"

"Jordan!" Jocelyn instantly exclaimed sitting up from her lounging spot, her eyes shining brightly at Bobby.

"Any chance you could stop by Pittsburg? I got a… friend who's missing, no phone to get ahold of him… Well just ask around for the guy someone's bound to have seen him!... Names Jordan Bennett. He's a little older than yourself, around 40-so. He's a hunter, so know the signs… Well, if need be mention the name Jocelyn… she's someone he knows… Tell him come to Souix Falls, my auto yard… Right."

With that, Bobby hung up and tossed the phone onto the littered desk beside him, muttering," Idjit."

"Well, one down," Jocelyn smiled as she stood up and walked over," Any luck with any of the others?"

"No one seems to be near most of them- got a contact down in the Lebanon area though. Missouri should be able to get a hold of your one friend—"

"Finley."

"Yeah, her. It's a possible long shot though."

"It's a shot. I'll take it!" Jocelyn shook her head," She might already have done her own location spell though, and if so- she knows where to find me. No doubt Adela already has, too."

"Yeah, well- I aint so keen on having a witch around—regardless of whether she's a good seed or not."

"Trust me. You don't have to worry about Adela- or any of us for that matter."

"Trust is earned kid. I barely know you as it is," Bobby grunted, wheeling around to behind the desk.

"Yet- I am trusting you, every day I am here. What's to say you aren't going to sell me out- or sell Seraphiel out—to the angels? What's to say you're not gonna try and gank me because I know a 'bit of magic'? What to say your contacts that are trying to find my family- aren't gonna try ganking them-"

"Alrigh- alright! Got your point across," Bobby frowned," Just… get back to readin'."

The older hunter didn't miss the frown that crossed Jocelyns face, or her briefly narrowed eyes, before she turned around and sat back on her chair and reopened her book.

Next Day

Pittsburg, PA

The 1967 Chevy Impala rolls up to the curb and comes to an easy stop. From inside the car, Dean leans back in the seat and frowns to himself.

"I don't even know who I'm looking for—and Bobby expects me to just, find him?!" Dean rolled his eyes, opening the car door and stepping out onto the sidewalk. "I got better things to be doing than finding some MIA Hunter."

Looking around the area, Dean spots a diner up the road and a chalkboard sign outside. A huge smile found its way onto his face, his spirits lifted considerably.

"Ooo, Pie! Look for the hunter later."

Dean walks into the diner, instantly smelling the air and smirking to himself as the aroma of sweet apple pie hits his nose.

"Sit any where you'd like- we'll be with you in a moment!"

"Take your time," Dean smiled, noticing the pretty young waitress behind the counter, who flashed him a return smile. He takes a seat at an empty booth near one of the windows and waits, flipping non-chalant through the menu- even though he already knows what he's getting. Looking up, he took in the people who sat in the diner. Most were couples, friends or family. One person, a male, sat at the counter- just a few seats from the register. Dean noticed all he had was a cup of coffee, nestled against his left palm. After a few moments, the young waitress walks up, pulling out a pad of paper and an ink pen.

"Hello, are you ready to order?"

"Sure am- Lily," Dean replied as he read her name tag; giving her his trademark smirk and leaning back against his seat, he asked," That apple pie—taste as good as it smells?"

"Even better," she replied.

"Wonderful- I'll take a slice,"

"Anything to drink?"

"Coffee."

"Coming right up."

Dean watches her as she walks away, and when she reached the counter- she looked back. He looked up into her eyes, as a flirtatious smirk lifted her lips. A couple minutes later, she returned with a cup of coffee and a small plate with his apple pie.

"That even looks heavenly," Dean said, as he eyed the pie. The waitress gave him a small giggle, laying one of her hands on the table.

"If you need anything else, just let me know."

"Oh, I will," Dean nodded, watching her briefly as she walked away- before returning his attention to the pie in front of him.

Ten minutes later, he walked up to the counter and handed her the cash for his order, plus a tip.

"Was it any good?"

"Best pie I've had in a long time," Dean smiled, as she cashed him out- then he remembered the reason for being there.

"Can I ask you something?"

"I get off at 7."

Dean stood there, for a second- before a grin crossed his lips," I'll see you then—but I do have another question."

"Oh?"

"Looking for a friend, was wondering if you might know him?"

"What's this friends name?"

"Jordan Bennett."

"Hmm… Can't say I recognize the name, sorry."

"Hey, that's alright," Dean shrugged, as the man at the counter got up and left- leaving a 5 dollar bill on the counter. Lily handed dean his change and a piece of paper with her phone number.

"I'll see you later tonight then," Lily smiled, her hand resting atop Deans for a few seconds.

"Don't work too hard, sweetheart," Dean winked, as he stepped back from the counter and out of the diner. He walks back towards his car, shoving the paper and change into his pocket—before someone grabbed him suddenly and yanked him into the alleyway.

"What the-!" Dean exclaimed, his face getting slammed into the brick wall and his arm twisted behind his back. He felt the tip of something sharp rest near his lower back- causing him to still. "What's the deal man?!"

"Can't believe they got the jump on me!"

"Who are you- to be asking for Jordan Bennett?"

"Asking for a friend! Ease up man!" The guy holding Dean against the wall tightened his grip on him instead, causing Dean to give a grunt of annoyance.

"Jordan Bennett doesn't have any friends. Not from here anyway," The guy responded, digging the sharp object a little deeper into Deans back," So I ask again- who are you?!"

"Name's Dean! Bobby Singer asked me to look for him."

"Don't know any Bobby Singer—"

"Jocelyn!" Dean exclaimed, remembering the name Bobby mentioned to him. Instantly, the grip seemed to loosen, and Dean flipped the tables- spinning and pushing the guy up against the opposite brick wall.

"You're the guy from the diner," Dean mused.

"Yeah. Heard you ask the waitress about me. A 'friend' you were searching for," Jordan nodded- as much as he could with Deans arm under his chin," Like I said, I don't have many friends from around here."

"Well, apparently you got at least one- two if Bobby's included."

"Never met him. Jocelyn though-" Jordan mused, then his dark blue eyes peering into Deans green," Mind backing off?" Dean clenched his jaw briefly, before taking a quick step back from Jordan. Both seemed to stretch off the attack a bit, loosening their muscles.

"You know where Jocelyn is then?"

"If your friend is with Bobby- then Sioux Falls. Singers Auto Salvage." Jordan nodded, mostly to himself, before straightening his jacket.

"Then that's where I'm headed. Hopefully Joss has an idea where the others are…"

"Others?" Dean questioned; Jordan looked at him, as if debating how much to share with the younger man.

"Yeah… We were traveling together—somehow got split up. Joss is the youngest one, but Rowan… he's the more Naïve one… not his fault though… If any of them, I need to find him soon. Hopefully he's not alone."

"I can keep an eye out, if you want," Dean offered, causing Jordan to give him another appraising look- before the older man reached into his pocket, pulling out a wallet. From the leather, he pulled out a photo, and handed it to Dean.

"The only photo I have. Don't lose it—if you really want to help."

"I find anyone- I'll send them to Bobby's."

"Appreciate it. Safe hunting." With that, Jordan walked off, leaving Dean to look at the photo in his hand. It seemed to be a random assortment of people, but he could read between the lines. They were a family. Maybe not blood—but a family nonetheless. Flipping it over, he read the back.

"July 1. Joss' 17th birthday.
Adela, Rowan, Quinn.
Fin, Joss, Sera and Andy."

Heading towards the Impala, Dean got in and placed the photo just under the driver viser before pulling out of the parking space to look for a motel in the area. It was getting dark, and while he knew he had a few hours until he reached Greeley- he also had a pretty date that night.