Dean whistles a happy tune as he drops his bags in the trunk. Sam reluctantly follows.

"Why so serious? You should be happy. No demon to vanquish. No bad guy to chase."

Sam shrugs.

"You been working this job too long Sam."

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

Sam motions to the square across the street. A crowd is gathering. Local people. Carrying flashlights. They watch as a woman (Valerie) puts up a poster. Right underneath the poster of Melanie Tanner. Another girl has gone missing. Another blonde. STEPHANIE WALKER. Sam and Dean exchange a look.

"Looks like Fort Lauderdale is going to have to wait."

Dean closes the trunk. "Man"

They move closer. Scanning the poster.

"She look familiar to you?"

Dean cocks his head. "The chick from last night. She was with that tattooed dude. Who said blondes have all the fun huh?"

"That's two girls now Dean. And we still don't have a clue what is doing this."

"What or who?"

The tattooed guy stands in the middle of the crowd. In the light of day he's huge. Pure muscle. He looks nervous.

"That look like guilt to you?"

Dean starts forward, but at that exact moment Valerie decides that she wants to leave too. They smack into one another.

"Why don't you watch where you're going!" She's about sixty, frail, and she's been crying. She wears a unusual crucifix around her neck.

Sam steps forward. "Are you okay?"

She doesn't stop to reply, rushing off as though a demon were on her tail.

Dean brushes himself off. "Hey don't worry about me. I'm fine."

When they turn back the tattooed guy has disappeared. "Great."

Dean reaches for his keys. He frowns. He searches his pockets. "Dude. Give me the keys."

Sam frowns. "I don't have them. You had them."

"Sam!"

"I don't have them Dean."

Dean looks around. He looks back at Sam. It clicks. "Son of a -- the old lady. she must have swiped the keys whe she hit me."

Dean runs back to where he left the car. It's still there. "Thank God."

He tries the doors. They're locked. He picks up a stone. He grimaces. He doesn't want to hurt his baby.

Dean rams the stone down on the lock. The trunk opens.

An assembly of weapons, shotguns, knives, machetes, fill the trunk. Dean sighs with relief. Everything looks okay.

He grabs the set of extra keys from the hidden compartment at the back.

"Dean? Where's dad's journal?"

The journal is missing. The journal that contains everything you need to know about Demons and Spirits.

"Son of a bitch."

"In the wrong hands that book could be lethal Dean."

Sam and Dean exchange a look. "Civilians."

A black truck speeds past. The tattooed guy is at the wheel.

Dean closes the truck. "First things first."

TATTOOED GUY'S HOUSE -

The tattooed guy heads for the kitchen. Sam and Dean follow. They scan the house as they walk through. Looking for anything out of place. Any sign of the missing girl. But everything looks normal.

"I already told the cops everything I know."

Dean smiles. "Good. So it should be fresh in your memory."

The tattooed guy gets a beer from the fridge. He offers one to Sam and Dean. Sam shakes his head. Dean does to, albeit more reluctantly.

"You want to tell us what happened?"

"I dunno. I tried calling her this morning and I got nothing. The phone doesn't ring or nothing. So I go round there and"

"Let me guess...nothing."

Sam gives Dean a look. He turns back to the tattooed guy. "Go on."

"That's all there is."

"So the last time you saw her was when you dropped her home?"

The tattooed guy looks nervous. "Yeah"

This guy is useless at lying. "What time was that?"

"What?"

"What time did you drop her home?"

"Er, It must have been about, uh, 2?"

Sam and Dean exchange another look. Sam makes a note in his notebook. The tattooed guy watches them uneasily. Panic setting in.

"You see the thing is, we checked with her roommate and she says that Stephanie never made it home last night. So, do you want to start again? From the beginning?"

The tattooed guy looks cornered. "We had a fight."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

Dean pulls the tattooed guy up out of his chair. Gets in his face. "I said where is she?"

"I don't know. I swear to god. I don't know."

"I think he's telling the truth Dean."

Dean lets him go. Sam tries the gentle approach. "What did you guys fight about?"

The tattooed guy takes a swig of beer. "Everything. Nothing. She thought I was checking out some other girl. But I wasn't. I swear I wasn't. She wanted out. So I let her out."

"Where?"

"On Jefferson about six miles out of town."

"You left her to walk home? Alone?" Dean can't believe this guy.

Tattooed guy looks down at his feet. You can tell he feels lousy about it. He looks up at Sam. "She's gonna be okay isn't she?"

Sam feels sorry for the guy. He hands him a card. "Call us if you remember anything else."

"Oh and one last thing." Dean takes out a photo of the other missing girl, Melanie Tanner. "Do you recognise her?"

The tattooed guy looks it over. He shakes his head. "No."

The door shuts behind them. Dean shakes his head. "What kind of man lets his girlfriend walk home by herself in the middle of the night? Loser."

Sam sighs. "He's got to live with it Dean."

"Good."

ROAD - DUSK

Roughly six miles out of town on Jefferson.
Dean pops the trunk. He takes out a flashlight and a shotgun.
Sam and Dean search the forest that banks either side of the road. Looking for any sign of the missing girl.

"Hey Dean!"

"Yeah?"

"I think I've got something."

Dean doubles back to Sam. Sam points to the bus stop. Dean looks blank.

"Dude, its a bus stop."

"Somebody give the guy a gold star."

Sam ignores him. "Buses have surveillance cameras."

Dean gets it. "Find the bus, find the girl."

"Exactly."

"Huh. Good thinking Sherlock."

EDWARD CAIN'S HOME -

Dean knocks at the door. Sam adjusts his tie. Sam and Dean are back in their suits.
The door opens. A middle aged man stands there. About Sixty. "Edward Cain?" Dean asks.

Edward nods. "Can I help you?"

They show him their fake police ID. "We're hoping you can."

Sam and Dean perch on the edge of a worn looking sofa drinking coffee.

"So you think that girl got on my bus? That route's always quiet. There was a time when they were thinking of closing it." He looks lost in the past for a moment, then he comes back. "I don't remember any girl getting on."

Sam takes out the photo of the missing girl. He passes it to Edward.

Edward sighs. "She's a pretty young thing. I don't know what's happening to this town. Used to be such a safe place."

"Have you see her before?"

He stares at the young girl. He shakes his head. "Sadly no. I wish I had."

"Are you sure?"

Edward gives Dean a look. "I may be one week away from retirement son, but I ain't claiming my senile check just yet and if I say I didn't see the girl then I didn't see the girl."

Sam looks away, covering his smile. He spots the photos on the fireplace. Group photos of uniformed bus drivers.

"How long have you worked in public transport?"

Edward stands up. Joins Sam at the fireplace. Sam picks up the group photo.

"45 years." He says proudly. "Lots changed since then."

Sam places the photo back. Next to it is a photo of a much younger Edward standing beside a woman. "Your wife?" Edward coughs. He gets a little flushed.

"No. That's Valerie."

"She works at the college. Guidance counsellor."

Dean gives Sam a knowing look. " Right."

"She was married to my best friend."

Sam looks closely at the photo. "That crucifix look familiar to you Dean?"

"Well I'll be." Its the same woman that bumped into Dean earlier.

"You've met Valerie?" Edward asks them.

"Oh yeah. We've met her." Dean replies.

"She seemed pretty upset." Sam adds.

"She's had a rough time."

"Oh yeah?" Dean's just mad that she stole his car keys.

"This week marks the anniversary of her daughter's death."

Sam and Dean exchange a look.