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Previously on Supernatural- "Let's go find Sammy" John told the others. The three hunters headed back into the woods to bring their lost family member home.

Sammy quietly sighed before standing back up. Calling for Muffin he continued his trek through the woods. He'd been sure that the stream would lead to the campground. But after walking for so long without any sign of civilization, he was beginning to wonder if he'd been mistaken. He was sick and tired of being lost in the woods. "I hate woods! If I ever get out of here, I'm never going near a park again." he thought. Sam and Muffin trudged through the trees and bushes staying as close to the stream as they dared. The stream seemed to be getting wider the farther they got. Glancing ahead, Sam saw the end of the forest. "Finally" he thought breaking into a run. He stopped at the edge of the trees and looked around. The stream emptied into a large lake. He could see several docks with small rowboats bobbing up and down in the water. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of what he'd been searching for.

John was frustrated. They had been searching half the night now and they were no closer to finding Sammy than when they'd started the search. They were hunters for Pete's sake! They should have easily found him and been home hours ago. But so far the only sign of his youngest had been a disturbed spot by a log. It looked as if someone had fallen or sat there and then scooted back for some reason. The reason had become clear when a badger came hissing and growling out of the log. Not wanting to frighten the animal into defending itself, they had slowly and carefully backed up and walked around the badger's log. Since then they hadn't found anything. Looking down at his eldest, John broke the silence that had surrounded them. "How are you doing, sport? You need a break?" he questioned.

"I'm good, dad." Dean answered smiling up at his father.

Smiling John ruffled Dean's hair before winking at him. "What about you, Bobby? You need to stop and rest, old man? I know people you're age can't go for long without resting to catch their breath."

"Laugh it up, Johnny" Bobby growled. "Just remember payback's a bitch. You just might wake up one day to find the impala painted hot pink with hearts and cupids on it."

Dean glared daggers at Bobby. "You wouldn't d. ." he started. "Wait a minute. Did you say hearts and cupids? You know how to paint those on a car? Something you want to tell us, Uncle Bobby?" Dean asked smirking at the hunter whose face was quickly turning red.

Embarrassed Bobby stammered before finally yelling, "Oh, shut up, shortie!" and walking off mumbling something about stupid young folks and a custom job.

"That the best you got! Man, you are getting old" Dean hollered back.

"Better quit while you can boy." Bobby shouted back trying to hide his grin. "Keep it up and you just might find Nair in your shampoo one day."

The three looked at each other and started laughing. It was a welcome and much needed break after hours of desperate searching. It took several minutes for them to get themselves back under control. Sliding back into hunter mode, they began their mission again.

Sammy and Muffin raced toward the first of many rental cabins by the lake. Taking the steps two at a time, Sam walked up to the door and started knocking. When no one answered, he banged louder and shouted out, "Please open the door. I need help!" The door remained closed. Sam knocked for a moment more before giving up. He tried the door only to discover it was locked. Walking around the cabin, he checked every window and door looking for a way inside. If he could get in, he could get help. Luck wasn't on his side as he found the cabin securely locked up. Discouraged, he stared out at the cabins. They couldn't all be locked and empty, could they? People had to be in at least one of the cabins. He just had to find the right one. Determined he proceeded to the next cabin. As soon as he reached the porch he started banging on the door and shouting for help. Getting no answer, he continued knocking on cabin doors hoping each time that someone would answer the door and help him find his family.

Dean munched on a few blackberries while he listened as his dad and Bobby discussed their latest find. Someone had obviously pulled berries off the vines recently and the little army man lying next to the bush proved to Dean that that someone was his little brother. Leave it to Sammy to find something good to eat in the middle of the woods. Snatching a couple more off the vine, he quickly popped them into his mouth before wiping his hands on his pants. Dean stood back up and walked over to the two men. After a few more minutes of discussion, they headed off into the night.

Sam was rapidly losing hope. He had knocked on almost every door with no success. Heading to the last cabin, he silently prayed that someone was there. Walking onto the porch, he loudly knocked on the door. He banged and yelled for several minutes before giving up heartbroken that no one had answered his pleas for help. That had been his last chance. Turning around, he plodded over to the steps and sat down. Surveying the area Sam was at a loss. He didn't know what to do now. On the other side of the cabins was another forest, and he wasn't going back into the woods. What was left to try? Hugging his knees to his chest, he leaned his head down on his knees and started to cry. He was lost, tired and terrified. He wanted his daddy and Dean.