Dean was on a plane. Holy shit, I almost forgot how scary these things are! Oh god, we're gonna crash... he knew it was an irrational fear to be that freaked out, but you know just because you're paranoid doesn't mean someone isn't following you- or in this case the plane isn't gonna crash.

By the time he reached Edmonton, Alberta he looked even worse than he had earlier. His skin was an almost grey colour from the lack of food and sleep and excess of alcohol. The marks on his arm were beginning to go away, but he would always have scars. Just like Charlie.

"Do you think they're hideous?"

Dean looked at her, and realized he had been staring at her arms. "I think they tell part of your story, not like that's who you are today, but who you were when those happened. You know what I think is crazy?"

"What?"

"People go in for life threatening surgery, to look better, or feel better where the rate of survival is like 60 percent, or people that get tattoos that are probably more painful than that, aren't called basket cases, but someone that's done that to themselves for whatever reason, are."

"Dean Winchester, you put up this barrier, but deep down, you're just a big softie."

"Hey, do you know about any spells that can make me appear tougher?" Dean asked in a joking way.

Dean was driving a rental car to some tiny town a couple of kilometres from Edmonton. It was called Bashaw. The diary in the safe had mentioned that Charlie had family in Bashaw. It said that she had a bit of a falling out with them when she was younger, and didn't even know if they still lived there.

When Dean arrived, he realized that the only place to get an okay cell phone signal was in front of the town's bar, in the middle of the road. Well, I don't think the drunks need to be picked up, this place is so fucking small you could walk from one end to the other in under five minutes.

Dean entered the bar and asked for the names that Charlie had mentioned. "Excuse me miss, but do you know where I can find a woman named Kylie Parker?"

"Depends on who you are and what you want." the woman said turning around. She tall, and had red hair and very pale skin, but not in a goth sort of way.

"I'm Dean Winchester, and here to talk about Charlie Nelson."

"Get out."

"Did I do anything wrong?"

"Look, I'm Kylie, and I haven't spoken to her in five years. Don't know where she is or anything, haven't kept in touch, so if she owes you money go looking someplace else, and don't bother my family anymore. And don't even think of mentioning her to my husband."

"That's The Way"

don't need no anyone don't need anybody talk to me
about handling relashionships it seems like everyone
it seems like everybody i think i really doubt i'd use their advice
and tips but thats the way i was falling
and that's the way i was falling
and the way although it's just begun i've heard enough already
i feel i'm all worn out only just begun this trip this phenomenom
wich happens naturally something you hear
about more than just companionnship i remember
when it was breaking my heart even though
then i was falling apart even though...

A/N: The song is That's The Way by Gob. I hope you like this chapter, please tell me what you think!