*Dean's point of view*

4 YEARS AGO-Part 1

I give up. Dad is in obvious need of our help but of course he is nowhere to be found. I received an envelope earlier today from him, with an article inside it. The article was a job that he wanted us to carry out. But the article was about a robbery that took place two days ago in our home town Lawrence, Kansas. It was a typical robbery; nothing special or out of the ordinary, other than the fact that someone was shot. Just some idiots trying to make some easy cash. Idiots.

Sam and I read the article over and over again trying to find any clues leading to supernatural activity but we found nothing. Not one clue.

It seems like we have been on the road for hours. Sam won't say anything and I am unsure if I should make a comment. I think I should.

"So, Sammy. Maybe we can get you laid?" I said laughing very softly hoping he will give me a smile or his "You're an idiot Dean" look he always gives me. But I got nothing. Nadda. Zippo.

"C'mon Sammy. It will be fun being back home. Hey! Maybe Dad will be there." He wouldn't.

"Dean I'm not in the mood for your smart ass remarks okay" he muttered. Whoa.

We finally arrived after a long, silent drive. The streets were filled with happy people in a happy town; nothing out of the ordinary. But what could we possibly do to help the people of Lawrence if there is no supernatural activity. I arrived at the crime scene thinking it would be empty; not a soul in sight. But man was I wrong. There were please cars still guarding the place and a shit load of reporters waiting to get their hands on any leads. I parked across the street, got out of the car, and made my way towards the bank with Sam following me. I pulled the article out of my pocket and scanned it making sure I didn't miss anything.

"What does it mean?" I thought out loud.

"Knowing dad, it probably doesn't mean anything." Sam muttered.

"Really? Then why would dad send us an article huh? For us to take a vacation back home? I don't think so." I said as I let my eyes explore the crime scene.

"Then what does it mean Dean?" Sam shouted. I turned my attention to Sam and was shocked at the amount of anger and frustration he had in his face.

"Is something bugging you Sam? I mean you're not in such a jolly mood today?"

"It's nothing. Can we just focus on the robbery?"

***

After 30 minutes, 2 libraries, 4 identities and 1 major headache I can officially say there is no place like home.

"Okay so the guys who decided to rob the bank are John Shaw and Brian Grey." Sam continued "John Shaw is 21 years old, lives with his parents not to far from here, and no one noticed any strange behaviour before the robbery; same with Brian. He was 20 years old and lives with his sister, Dallas Grey. They both had no criminal records before this."

"How did they meet?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Apparently John met Brian at a bar and somehow convinced him to rob the bank with him."

"Sounds like a demon" I muttered.

"Yea. That's what I think. "

"I think we should swing by Brian's house, you know, meet the family" I said with a huge grin on my face.

"Yea Dean. That seems like the most logical thing to do." He said. Sarcasm. Great. Today is going to be a long day.

***

His house looked nice, looked normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nice neighbourhood, beautiful 1966 Mustang Convertible, spacious lawn, and well overall a normal life.

Sam knocked on the burgundy coloured door twice. Moments later Brian's sister opened the door with red, worn out eyes. Her mascara was running down her face and her lip was quivering. I'm guessing they were close. Great.

"Hi I'm Detective Matthews and this is my partner Detective Smith. We came here to ask you a few questions about your brother Brian. If that's alright with you?" Sam said showing her our badges. I fear the day when someone realizes were just brothers trying to get information out of these people.

Dallas' eyes looked us up and down until finally letting us in. "uh, yes, of course. Come in."

"Thank you Mrs. Grey." I said trying to be polite.

"Call me Dallas. Mrs. Grey was my mother." She said leading us into the living room. I looked at Sam and took a seat next to him on the couch.

"Your mother, she died?" I asked

"Well, Brian's mother passed away 3 years ago in a drive by shooting just a few blocks from here. She was on her way home when it happened. He was so devastated." She said taking a seat on the couch in front of us. Me and Sam looked at each other and then I said "But aren't you two brother and sister? Wasn't she your mother too?" still looking at Sam, while he wrote information down to look as if we are actual detectives in need of her knowledge.

"I'm adopted. My actual mother died in a house fire when I was 6 months old. Brian's mother was my Aunt, and I am so blessed that she took me in as one of her own."