Millie helped her dad prepare dinner and then filled him in on the details of her case with Garth as they ate. He chuckled, "I think that boy needs to find a partner. He's always complaining about being lonely or how it takes him longer to solve cases than other hunters." Millie nodded, stuffing her mouth full of lasagna, "He does alright though." Bobby looked over at her with a serious face, "So…how did Sam seem. Really?" She sighed, placing her fork down onto the plate, "I know he misses the job. He told me not to mention anything supernatural, but immediately followed it by asking how many jobs I'd worked by myself." She looked over at him with a frown and creased eyebrows, "He also asked about his dad and Dean. I didn't know what to say…" Bobby grimaced and sighed, "Yeah, Dean called me yesterday. He still hasn't been able to make contact with John. I'm starting to get worried myself. He usually checks in once a week, see how you're doing." Millie sat back in her seat with a small smile. John had been the one who found her as a young babe on a case and took her in. Unable to take care of her and the boys, Bobby jumped at the chance to have a kid. Ever since then, the two families have been even closer than before she came into it. Her phone went off and she looked at it. Derrick's name appeared on the screen. She stood grabbing her plate and took it to the sink, "I'm going to go out for a bit, dad. I won't stay out late, I promise." He grumbled, knowing exactly where she was going, "That boy only ever texts you when he can't find some cheap ass whore." Millie rolled her eyes as she bent down and kissed the top of his head, "Bye, daddy."
The night sky was clearer out here in the country; the light of the moon and stars guided her path down the highway as she walked to Derrick's house. She sighed as the house came into view, knowing that her dad was right. But she needed relief and it didn't bother her to use the man for it. Both of them, knew it was never going to lead to anything. Millie walked up the porch stairs and rang the doorbell, the ring was answered by an attractive man, "Hey, I wasn't sure if you were gonna come over or not." He stepped aside and let her walk in, removing her shoes before continuing. She shrugged, "To be honest I wasn't sure if I was going to or not myself." He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked behind her into the living room, "How come?" She sighed and flopped down on the couch, "I'm freaking tired from the drive back." Derrick chuckled and opened a bottle of wine. The fire roaring across the room filled the house with its welcoming warmth. Millie smiled as she took the glass being held out for her, "Thanks." She smelled the deep colored liquid before taking a drink, "Mmhmm, this is good." Derrick nodded taking a seat beside her, his arm resting behind her head along the back of the couch. He took a drink himself, "So what was the trip for this time?"
She turned slightly, maneuvering one of her legs under the other one, "An old friend was sick. She called me in to teach her class until she recovered." He nodded jesting as he took another drink, "You sure travel a lot for a substitute teacher. You know that?" She lightly punched his arm, "For an aspiring actor, you don't travel enough." They both laughed and it faded into silence, his stormy blue eyes locking with hers. He licked his lips, his free hand tangled itself in her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Millie moaned at the contact, not being able to stop herself from wishing it was Sam…or Dean, either one. Her thoughts flashed to an image of them and in her flurry of emotions she deepened the kiss. Derrick broke away setting their glasses down onto the table and then puller her into his lap. His hands roamed her body as the two continued to kiss. Soon he stood, leading her upstairs into his bedroom. The next hour was filled with lustful deeds and then she began to get dressed. Derrick watched from the bed as she did so, "You're not going to stay the night?"
Millie looked back at him over her shoulder, "Not this time…dad is expecting me home soon." He closed his eyes sighing, "That's too bad." He got up and put his pants back on, walking her to the door. She opened the door and turned around to tell him goodbye, but instead of his stormy blue eyes she was met with pitch black ones. Millie reached for her dagger but Derrick grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. She cringed in pain as he spoke, "You should be more careful who you sleep with, Singer. I have a message from mommy dearest…When the gate opens; I look forward to dragging the Winchesters to hell." The demon then spiraled out of Derrick's body in the form of black smoke and disappeared into the night. Derrick looked at her, eyes widened in terror, "What the hell just happened." Millie tried to explain but he didn't believe her; thinking that maybe the wine had something in it. After saying goodbye, she took off running back to the house. Bobby was reading the newspaper as she barreled into the house, "Something bad just happened and something worse is coming."
Bobby looked up at her in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about, Millie?" Millie sat down and told him about her encounter with the demon, "What did he mean, 'when the gate opens?'" Bobby shook his head, "I don't know…something I'll definitely start looking into now." He got up and grabbed a few books, "One thing is for sure…you need to go help Dean find John. Demons bringing messages is a bad thing. I'm positive whatever he's up to is what brought that thing here." Millie nodded, "Sure, I'll ring him up and find out where he is. I'll head out tomorrow." Bobby mumbled something as he started reading through one of the books. Millie shook her head and walked into the kitchen. Her emotions were all worked up with what just happened…poor Derrick, he had no idea. She tried to calm her breathing as she hit the dial button.
The ringing stopped as a rough, deep voice spoke, "Hey, Millie-Kat. What's up?" You smiled at his nickname for you, "Hey, Dean. Just calling to check up on you. How is everything going?" He sighed, "Still nothing. We did find his notebook though. It's got some coordinates in it, we're going to go check it out after the funeral, tomorrow." Your eyebrows creased, "Who's we? What funeral?" Bobby looked over at her with worry etched on his features. He walked to stand in the kitchen entryway as Dean answered the questions, "Sam. I got him to go with me to look for dad. When we got back, whatever it was that killed mom…it killed Jessica." Her mouth dropped open, words unable to come out. Millie's heart broke for Sam; having met her just a week before it was hard to believe Jessica was gone. Soon, she found her voice, "Oh my god…that's awful. How is Sam? Where are you?" He hesitated, "Sam is doing the best as expected. We are still here in Palo Alto, looking for clues to hunt it." She nodded at his response, "Look, I'm leaving in the morning. I'll be there in two days. Something happened and we need to talk in person." She could hear him moving around through the phone, "Alright, we'll be here. Text when you get close and I'll send the address." They said their goodbyes as she hung up the phone. She walked over to Bobby and wrapped her arms around him, "Sam's girlfriend was murdered by the thing that killed their mom." He sighed, hugging her back, "That's awful…I wonder if it has anything to do with what our demon was talking about?" She shrugged and rubbed her face into his chest, "I don't know but I better get to sleep. I have to drive back to Palo Alto in the morning." Bobby nodded and watched her as she disappeared upstairs.
Millie stripped and tossed herself under the covers of her bed. Her eyes fell to the photo on her night stand. It was one from the only vacation they had ever been on, Disneyworld about five years ago. She, Dean and Sam were standing in front of a fountain; all wearing that stupid hat. She smiled thinking about how much fun it had been and then her thoughts drifted to later that summer when Sam left. Dean had become distant afterwards, probably depressed that his brother was gone, but it left Millie alone. She had to start working cases on her own then and contact with any of them was scarce and in between. Even though the act that was bringing them back together wasn't a good one, she couldn't help but hope that one day…they'd be as happy was they were in that photo. Soon her mind calmed and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.