"Open the god damn door!" It was an angry voice that followed with the heavy pounding on their door.
Roman opened the door but before he could even greet Undertaker in any way, the older man pushed him aside and stormed into their hotel room. He grabbed Dean by the shirt and slammed him up against the wall.
"What the fuck did you do to my daughter?" He shouted.
"Shit!" Seth hissed, looking at Roman for advise.
"Taker, relax," Roman placed his hand on the man. "Why don't you calm down and tell us what's going on?"
A low rumble, some sort of growl, came from Undertaker and then he finally released his hold on Dean. He didn't step away though.
"I'll tell you exactly what's going on. I went to have breakfast with my daughter but she didn't open the door or answer her phone. I went to the lobby to have them call up the phone in her room and they told me she checked out in the middle of the night and left a note for me," he said.
He slammed his hand into Dean's chest with a note in it and Dean took it with shaky fingers and read the few words on it.
"Sorry dad, I can't do this anymore. Dean knows why."
"Fuck," Dean muttered.
"So you tell me what I need to know, boy, or I'll start breaking some bones," Undertaker said.
"I messed up," Dean said.
"No shit!" Undertaker snorted.
"I messed up real bad. I completely fucked up," Dean said. "Fuck! It's my fault. I never thought she'd leave. I thought I'd find her today and talk to her about... well... everything."
"Oh, you're gonna find her, alright. You're gonna find my baby girl before she gets into trouble," Undertaker said demandingly.
He finally stepped away from Dean and reached his hand out in the air.
"Pen and paper," he said as a demand.
Roman quickly found both items and handed them to him. He walked over to the table and started writing something down.
"I'm writing down all the names I know of her old crowd and the places I've found her before. I don't know the addresses of any of these assholes unfortunately but I'm warning you, Dean. If you don't find her for me..." He said, leaving the threat hanging open.
"I'll find her," Dean said determined.
"You better!" Undertaker growled.
"Don't worry. Dean's got this," Roman said.
"And how would you know?" Undertaker looked at Roman.
"Because Dean's got feelings for your daughter and he's not gonna let her get away now that he's finally realized it," Roman answered.
Undertaker looked surprised at Dean.
"Is that true, boy?" He asked.
"Yeah," Dean answered lowly and scratched his head.
Undertaker walked over to him and handed him the paper with names and places listed on it and then he took out a key and handed it to him too.
"The key to my house. Better fucking respect everything inside it. My address is listed on top. I don't think you'll actually find her there but if you need to pack anything of hers, you do it. I don't care if you bring her here or somewhere else as long as you find her and keep her safe," he said.
"You can count on me," Dean said and nodded. "But what about Vince?"
"I'll talk to Vince. Whatever I want, I get, and right now I want you to get in your car and start driving," Undertaker said.
"Right," Dean nodded again. "And... ehm... while I'm gone, you should see to it that Randy and his gang get an ass whooping out of dimensions."
"Why? What do they have to do with this?" Undertaker asked.
"Everything. I can't tell you exactly what they did but Maisie told me and you just gotta trust me that it's bad and they deserve it. He didn't dump her. She left him because of what those three did to her," Dean said.
Undertaker looked at Dean, knowing he couldn't get the exact truth out of him no matter how much he wanted to know what it was.
"You find her and make her call me to tell me," he said.
"Yes sir," Dean said.
"Now leave, boy," Undertaker said and pushed Dean towards the door.
Dean made the drive without any breaks. He drove too fast, not caring if he got pulled over for a ticket. He only had one thing in mind. He was gonna find her. No matter what it would take, he was gonna find her and he wasn't gonna let her slip out of his hands again.
He drove straight to Undertaker's house. Any other occasion and he might have walked around to look at the house but today the thought didn't even pass him. He walked quickly through the house until he found a room that screamed of being her bedroom and he walked inside. Quickly he packed a couple of bags with as much clothes as he could and then walked back to his car. He looked at the list Undertaker had written for him. So many places were on it. He hadn't expected anything less. She had been acting out for two years so of course the list had grown over such long time.
He started with the different bars listed on the paper. Nothing but a bunch of shit holes that even he wouldn't set foot in and that was saying a lot. She wasn't in any of them though. It had gotten dark but he wasn't about to give up. He would search all night if he had to. He decided to drive to the far end of town where Undertaker had listed an area that held nothing but fields and dirt. As he approaced, he could see the flames of a bonfire and hear the voices of several people.
No one really seemed to care that another car drove up next to theirs. He spotted her right away, sitting close to the bonfire with a beer in her hand and a fake smile on her face, pretending to be listening to whatever the guy next to her was going on about. He quickly parked the car and stepped out of it, walking towards the bonfire without a second thought.
"Maisie Calaway!" He shouted.
The voices died down and everyone looked at him. He didn't care how many people looked at him. He only cared about one and she was looking at him too.
"I'm impressed," she said.
"What? That I'd find you already?" He asked.
"No, that you actually know my last name," she said.
It felt like being slapped by her all over again. With one sentence she had managed to push him off the ladder, letting him know that she didn't think he cared about her at all. How wrong she was and how wrong he had been for not letting her know this.
"Get in the car!" He barked.
"Make me!" She challenged him.
"Don't think I won't," he said.
"Hey, buddy, she doesn't want you here. Just leave," the guy next to her said.
"Was it him?" Dean asked.
She gave him a puzzled look, not following what he was trying to say.
"Was he the one who was trying to shoot poison into you?" He asked.
For a brief second her eyes landed on another man across from her. She quickly realized her mistake and looked back at Dean but he had caught on. Without warning he ran over and jumped the man, screaming a lot of words no one could make out while letting his fists do the talking that everyone understood. And then he stopped just as fast as he had begun, got up and walked straight to her.
"Get in the car!" He barked again.
"No!" She yelled.
With a sigh he reached down to grab her and swung her over his shoulder.
"Get in the fucking car, fangirl!" He growled as he walked towards the car.
He opened the door and pushed her into the passenger seat. Strangly enough she didn't try to fight him or get back out. He slammed the door shut and walked to the other side. He got into the car too and sped away quickly. None of them spoke at first. Both of them were too angry. It wasn't until she realized he was driving out of town that she spoke up.
"I don't wanna go back," she said.
"I'm not taking you back," he said.
"Then where are you taking me?" She asked.
"Vegas," he answered.
"What's in Vegas?" She asked.
"My place," he answered.