Dean did as he was told and went to the motel parking lot specified in the voicemail left by John. "So what now?" Dean asked impatiently, staring back at Sam as he rubbed his ear gingerly, still.

"The sheriff was talking to his officer, I think the deputy, about the deputy's daughter, Amy. She was supposedly putting up posters all over town to help find this Troy guy. So let's take a walk around, see if we can find Amy." Charlie informed them as she nodded, looking back between Sam and Dean with assertion in her eyes. "Come on, case isn't gonna solve itself, let's roll!" She nudged her head outside the window as if to mention they must get out of the car now or face the Wrath Of Charlie. Sam rolled his eyes and got out, as did Dean and Charlie rounding them up to the blazing trio they were. She managed to walk steadily in front of them and strode into town with the brothers flanking her.

Walking downtown the small town, they walked past a park, mothers and fathers, children and lovers walking about their, talking and playing. They were happy. They were happy because of them, because of The Winchesters and Cast. Charlotte liked to think so, at least. It made this whole life worth really living knowing by sacrificing her happiness and life, she was making others happy so they could live another day. Sam seemed to notice not what she looked at but how she looked at the scenes around them. He couldn't appreciate the job as much as Charlie since he had promised himself that happy-no, maybe not happy-but safe life. Charlotte would make sure of it, just like she made sure everyone else was happy. No, safe. As they walked, they reached a movie theater that seemed to have been closed for years, posters of battle of the bands, missing pets, help wanted ads and other normal town happenings were clustered together on the old brick walls of the theater. Charlotte was taken back to the time she tried to teach Sam to play soccer in their rare free time when he was 14 and later took him to see a movie, what was it again? She couldn't even remember. Maybe a Star Wars movie. All she remembered was she had a great time. As Charlotte reminisced, Dean tapped the shoulder of a girl who walked with a possible friend, both dressed in the same dark fashion, it was only logical to assume they were friends, not to mention they were putting up the same posters with a teenage boy's face that read in bold letters the teenager was missing named 'Troy Squire'. Dean tapped the shoulder of the smaller of the women and she looked up to Dean with a slight startling. "Hi. Can I help you?" She asked, noticing the other two now behind Dean.

Who was about to speak smoothly, a natural and trained liar, had it not been for Charlotte who zoned back in, asking "Amy Hein?" Having heard the deputy and sheriff talking about an Amy, mostly to the deputy, who's last name was Hein. It all made sense if the boys had observed instead of just looked. Dean and Sam were still a bit taken aback at Charlotte's acute sense of inquiry, just getting back into the hunting groove.

Amy looked precautious around the three adults and asked Charlotte "Yes?" to which Charlie gave Dean the floor, mentally.

"Hi, Amy. We're relatives of Troy's." Dean spoke with a smile and Amy gave a slight, practically unnoticeable doubting look at Charlotte, who had blonde curls and grey eyes, nothing like either of the brothers or Troy. Dean quickly noticed this and pointed back his thumb to Sam and Charlie, always wanting to poke a stick into their awkward tension and 'too close to be just friends' friendship "Love birds." Dean smirked and since Dean said it, they had to go along with it, Sam and Charlotte. They both had looks of awkwardness but pulled up a small smile and a slight nod, especially Charlie, who had to convince Amy. She'd get Dean for it later. Yes, her revenge plot was already bubbling inside her and it involved her cassette tape. He'd regret the day he made that thing.