"Dean, I think I found a job." Sam called out.

"Where?"

"Lawrence." Dean froze what he was doing and turned to Sam.

"No."

"But, Dean-"

"We're not doing another case in Lawrence."

"It's a job, we have to."

"There are other hunters, we don't need this one."

"We're not going back. I don't care what you say, we can't. Go. Back." Dean's face was cold and hard and it was clear he wouldn't give in easily.

"Dammit Dean, we have to. A whole family was slaughtered. They had a six month old daughter who's missing. We have to do it." Dean sighed and hung his head. He didn't want to go back but there was nothing that was going to change Sam's mind now.

"Fine. It's two hours away." Sam smiled slight and gather his belongings. After they had cleared out the room and were in the Impala, they took off. Dean, not in the mood for conversation, turned the radio on. It was playing Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab. He let it play, figuring it would keep Sam quiet.

Just as Dean had said, two hours later they were in Lawrence. Everything looked the same from their last visit though there was one slight difference.

"Hey, Sammy, over there." Dean said, drawing Sam's attention to the blue box. "What's that?"

"A police box. It looks brand new but they're usually in England and that one I believe is like 1960's or something. Wonder why its here."

"Think it's part of our case?"

"No, its just a box."

Dean nodded and continued driving. A few blocks past their old home, they reached the still-active crime scene. Sam pulled out a badge and got out of the car and Dean followed. They raised their badges simultaneously and were let in.

"It's almost spotless. No broken furniture. Where was the family found?" Sam asked Dean.

"Over here." The two spun to face a man in uniform. "You two are FBI right? That's what the newbie said."

"Yeah, we're the FBI." Dean remarked.

"Follow me then." He led them to the living room. "They were found on this couch, the mother and the father's throats were slit, though no fighting, apparently. Not a sign of a struggle. The children were found upstairs." The officer led the two up stairs to a blue bedroom. Toys laid randomly in the room but their attention was drawn to the beds, one had Clifford the dog, the other had Spiderman. "The boys were found in their beds, holding their toys. They were six."

"Twins?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, Johnathan and Samuel."

"Right, wasn't there one more?"

"Yes, the little girl, Elizabeth. Only 6 months."

"She's not here?"

"No. We looked everywhere, her room is the only place with no blood."

"No forced entrance?" Dean questioned the officer in the hall.

"No. All doors and windows were locked except the one in the girl's room. It was opened from the inside." Sam frowned and turned to leave. This wasn't a normal case, it was definitely their type. "Right, well I think you boys should leave."

"What?"

"Dean and Sam Winchester. It's time to go."

"Who are you?"

"Mike." He said. "Hunter. Leave."

"You don't understand. Something here...it's not right."

"Bobby called and said ya boys might come but he don't want ya here. He figures it a trap 'cause of the six month old. Leave. Or stay. I don't care. Your call." Mike said as he walked out.

"You think?" Dean asked, turning to Sam.

"Nah, Bobby's just being over protective. But we should leave this house."

Dean nodded and together the boys made their way out of the house and out front. The gave a slight nod to Mike as they got into their car and drove off to the nearest motel. Something about this one worried Dean that Bobby was right and it was a trap. For Sam. He didn't want to take the chance, but Sam wasn't going to get up and leave. Dean would just have to keep Sam covered round the clock.