A/N: Sorry it took so long for the update, but life's been hectic lately, so here it is, let me know what you think, otherwise I won't continue. I'm not going to repeat disclaimers in every chapter.

Dean decided that he should go in. He didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't the antique furniture, or the old world look to the apartment. He saw a cello in the corner of the living room, and walked over to it. He noticed the thin layer of dust on everything, except one of the kitchen counters. There was also a letter.

Dean,

I asked an old friend of mine to leave this letter here. I knew that you would use the key. You can find out a lot in this apartment, there are things hidden everywhere, but only places that you would know where to look.

Dean found himself walking to the bedroom now. He was tired, and needed sleep, and that bed looked really comfy. He layed down and drifted off to sleep, which was rare for him because of the dreams he usually had.

Charlie sat in her apartment, after Dean had left her at the coffee shop. She was just sitting there looking at her arm, and tracing the scars she had made. Someone knocked on the door, so she got up, pulling down the sleeve on her shirt.

Dean was waiting at the door, he looked upset, so she let him in, and poured him a drink. Dean took the drink, and sat down without taking off his jacket. "Dean?"

"Yea?"

"Is something wrong? I mean, we don't have to talk about it or anything, because I totally understand the not wanting to share thing, I've done it for most of my life."

"Yea, my dad, brother and I were all looking for the person that killed my mom, and we found him tonight."

"Is that a good thing or not?"

"Good, but my dad and brother are gone now."

"Why?"

"They've gotta get back to their lives."

"So basically they just used you to find this person, and then took off without so much as a thank-you?"

Dean nodded, and then put his head in his hands, and broke down, crying and everything, so she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, and it was then that she noticed he was bleeding.

"Lose Control"

You don't remember my name.
I don't really care.
Can we play the game your way?
Can I really lose control?

Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once,
With all the pretty flowers in the dust.

Mary had a lamb.
His eyes black as coals.
If we play very quiet, my lamb,
Mary never has to know.

Just once in my life,
I think it'd be nice,
Just to lose control, just once.

If I cut you down to a thing I can use,
I fear there will be nothing good left of you.

A/N: The song is Lose Control by Evanescence