A.N.: Time to see what Sam is up too. This moves the plot along a bit. I hope you enjoy, I will try to get a Dean chapter out ASAP. Can't leave him down there too long…

Thanks SO much for all the support for this story. You guys are the wind beneath my wings, or something equally cheesy. :-D

Disclaimer: Nothing, but my own sadistic mind is mine.

"What time is it?" Sam grumbles, tossing another stack of cringe-worthy photos to the end of the bed.

Bobby glances at his watch. "About ten minutes from the last time you asked."

Sam sighs and ran a hand through his unruly hair. "I know, I know. Sorry. I'm just,"

"Going crazier than a shit house rat? Well join the club son, we both are."

Sam gets to his feet and strides over to the table the older man is bent over.

"Please tell me you have something,"

Bobby shifts over the stack of papers toward the younger Winchester. "Would if I could Sam, but minus your little discovery of the oxygen tank…"

"We got jack shit." Sam moans.

"Well, we know Dean has an oxygen tank in there with him. All of those poor bastards did. That buys us and your brother some time."

"Not enough," Sam huffs and tugs the laptop towards him.

Bobby pats him solidly on the shoulder. "Look, my eyes are about to fall out of my skull. I'm gonna take a walk around the parking lot and be right back. Maybe fresh air will help clear my head and we can figure out what we missed."

Sam nods. "Yeah, okay. That's a good idea."

The door closes behind him as he stares at the computer screen and wills the answer to come to him.

He pulls up the records of the missing men. Six of them in the last six months. All buried in different places, different states.

Wait, a minute….

All of them disappeared on the same day. The 15th of the month.

"Son of a bitch." Sam pushes out his brothers' favorite expletive through his teeth and pounds the date in on the laptop.

Pages and pages of results pour in. He's going to have to narrow this down.

He types disappearances next to the date and waits for something that will make sense of the cluster fuck of information to blink into existence on the screen.

There.

Right in front of him.

There is nothing remarkable about her but something in his gut tells him that she is part of the puzzle.

"Lily Scotts."

The door opens up behind him and with a hopeful grin Sam spins the computer to face the other hunter.

"I found it Bobby. I found what we've been missing."