They did get a motel room but they didn't sleep. Instead they worked on the case. The names had no connection to one another, none that they could see straight off the bat anyway, but on closer inspection they noticed a teacher and her student.
"We gotta figure out who had a connection to her, so we just gotta find a class list or something." Dean said.
Sam hacked into the school files and found the class, going quickly through the list of students and then the list of people from the file.
"I think we got somethin'." Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked, leaning over Sam's shoulder to see the name of one of the girls.
"Lillian Winchester…you don't think she's like related to us or anything, do you?"
"Nah," Dean said. "Probably a common name."
Sam nodded silently and clicked on the name as a short bio appeared. The name of the girl's dad wasn't listed but her mom was named Delaney Porter, the name of one of the victims was John Porter.
Dean who had been looking over Sam's shoulder nodded silently.
"I think we've got a lead." Dean said. "Uh, why don't you go check it out?"
"You don't wanna come?" Sam asked.
"I think I am gonna get a few winks." Dean said.
"Okay." Sam said.
It took less than twenty minutes for Sam to change into a suit and grab a fake ID saying he was an FBI Agent.
Dean waited until he heard the Impala drive away to go over to the laptop. He found little information on the school website about Delaney Porter, but he was able to find a few useful things out. Like the high-school she went too and the birth date of Lily and that was enough for him. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach, as Dean lay back down on the bed.
**SPN**SPN**
Sam parked the Impala outside of the shabby house and climbed out. From the looks of it, it didn't look like the best neighborhood. Walking up the walkway to the front door Sam knocked and waited.
A girl about twelve or thirteen answered the door. She had dark black hair and intense green eyes that were very familiar looking, and beside her was a boy of about seven with the same black hair but bright blue eyes.
"Hello, my names Agent Perry is there an adult home?"
"No." The girl snapped, starting to close the door but Sam stopped her.
"I'm looking for Delaney Porter, are you sure she isn't here?" Sam asked.
"I said no, didn't I?" The girl asked. "She ain't here so go away."
"Could you tell me when she'll be back? It's very important."
"I don't know."
"Will you tell her I came by?"
"Yeah, sure." The girl said, trying to close the door again.
"Isn't today a school day?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"Well aren't you supposed to be school?"
The girl narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and again the look seemed oddly familiar to Sam.
"My little brother's sick and I have to watch him. Mom can't take off work."
"Where does your mom work?"
"The mini-mart down the street." The girl said. "Are we done now?"
"Yes, sorry for bothering you." Sam said, walking away. When he got into the Impala he glanced back and noticed a large black pitbull with one blue eye. Sam wasn't usually one to be afraid of dogs but there was something very unsettling about this one in particular.
Sam drove down the street and called Dean, who answered on the second ring. Recounting what had happened, Sam pulled into a parking place.
"Just come back to the motel, I'll handle this okay." Dean said.
"What, why? I'm right here." Sam said.
"Because Sam."
"Why?" Sam repeated.
"Just because, now get back here Sammy."
Sam waited until he got to the motel to question Dean farther, it would make things easier if he could read his facial expressions.
"What's the deal, Dean?"
"I know the girl okay? We went out in highschool."
"Went out? You mean, you slept with her?"
"Yeah, I did, so what." Dean said, climbing into the Impala.
"You think the kid is yours, don't you?" Sam said incredulously.
Dean ignored the question and instead fiddled with the radio.
"I'll be back later." Dean said, pulling away.
Sam stood there for a second wondering if indeed the girl with the green eyes was Dean's daughter. She didn't look a lot like him but she certainly acted like him. Sam continued to wonder as he walked into the motel.