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Thanks to everyone who is still reading this story. Sorry it's so short. Tip of the day- You need more than two and a half hours of sleep to function properly.

Previously on Supernatural- Hoping Muffin and Sam's family had finally found them; Meghan looked up and found herself face to face with Clyde Taylor.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Clyde muttered gazing at the little boy on the ledge about ten feet down. He scanned the side of the cliff looking for a way to get to the ledge before setting his bag on the ground. "Good thing I came prepared" he said as he opened his bag. He snatched a length of rope out of the bag and headed towards one of the trees close to the edge. After carefully tying one end of the rope around the trunk of the tree, he returned to the edge and threw the other end over the side. Grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder he hollered out, "Here I come, kid."

Meghan sat in stunned silence watching as the man who had ruined so many lives prepared to climb down and hurt her friend. The longer she stared at him, the angrier she became. Mr. Taylor had spent his life stealing the innocence from children like Sammy destroying not only the child but their family as well. This was the man who had taken Meghan from her father shattering her father's heart. She had witnessed her dad's steady decline as he continued to come back to the cabin where his baby was stolen from him. When her dad couldn't handle losing his only family member he had turned to drinking. The drinking and constant pilgrimages back to the cabin had sent him into a depression; a depression that had eventually led to his death.

Meghan's rage grew with every memory until it became an overpowering storm. She glanced down at her young friend one last time. As she stroked his cheek she whispered, "Don't worry Sammy. Mr. Taylor's not going to hurt you. He's not going to hurt anyone ever again." Meghan's form flickered once before disappearing altogether.

Bobby and Officer Wilson were at the last cabin on their side. Splitting up, the officer banged on the door while Bobby started checking the windows on the side. Finding the windows and back door secure Bobby checked the small shed in the back. He walked through the small enclosure searching thoroughly for any signs of the littlest Winchester. When he was positive that Sammy wasn't there, he walked around to the front meeting up with Officer Wilson again. "I hope John's having more luck than we are" he told the officer as they started toward the others. The two groups of hunters reunited in the middle of the old road.

"Did you find anything?" Officer Wilson questioned.

"Nothing" John answered miserably. "We thought we had something when we found an old truck behind the last house. But it doesn't look like anyone's been in the cabin for a long time."

Officer Wilson paled when he heard about the truck. "It couldn't be." he thought. Quickly composing himself he inquired, "What kind of truck is it, Mr. Winchester?"

"It's a 72 Chevy pick up, dark blue with a camper top on the back." John said. Seeing all the color drain from the officer's face at the description set off warning alarms. "Why do you wanna know? What's going on?" John gruffly asked.

Officer Wilson took a moment to get himself together before carefully filling the men in mindful of the child with them. "It happened in the summer of '81. The cabins were full of families celebrating the fourth. A father and daughter were staying in the second cabin. On their last night, the dad went into town to get supplies for their trip home. From what we were able to piece together she accidentally locked herself out of the cabin. People saw her sitting on the steps waiting for her father but when the dad returned, she was gone. Her body was found in the woods several days later. One of the people questioned was a Mr. Taylor. He was staying in that cabin behind you and he owned a truck identical to the one you just described. The investigators thought he was their man but they never found any evidence to tie him to the case. If he's here, your son's in more danger than we thought. We have to find him before Mr. Taylor does."

"Time's a wasting!" Bobby hollered. "Let's go!" The hunters raced into the woods praying they weren't too late.

AN- I know nothing about trucks.