Stanford University September 13th, 2005

"Sam! Get a move on would ya?" a blonde girl said. She was dressed in an extremely short, extremely revealing, nurse costume. She was putting on her nurse hat as she spoke. "We were supposed to be there like 15 minutes ago" she continued. On the dresser next to her, a picture of a beautiful blonde woman and her husband was standing. The same picture that was on the night table of the house that burned down.
"Sam! You coming or what?" the girl said.
"Do I have to?" a man's voice asked as a man, in his early 20's peaked his head out of a door frame.
"Yes, it'll be fun" the girl replied him. "And where is you costume?" she asked as she approached Sam. She looked at him with a sarcastic smile on her face.
"You know how I feel about Halloween" Sam replied, laughing.

At a bar, dozens of university students had gathered to celebrate Halloween. Everyone was dressed up; there were witches, vampires, nurses, whatever you can think of. The place was filled with Halloween decorations and the music was playing loud. The bartenders were pouring shots back and forth to all the students who were ordering.
"So here's to Sam, and his awesome LSAT victory" the blonde nurse said as she raised a shot towards her boyfriend.
"Alright, alright, it's not that big a deal" Sam gushed as he met his girlfriend's shot-glass.
"He acts so humble but he score 174" she said as another man met their glasses. The man was dressed like a zombie, and fit in well with all the other students who had come to the party. When he heard the score Sam had received on his LSATs he choked on his shot.
"He's that good" he said as he put his shot glass on the table in front of him.
"Very good" the nurse replied as she took her shot. Sam had just taken his shot and was struggling to swallow the burning liquid.
"So there you go, you are first-round draft taker. You can go to any law school you want" the zombie said as he walked around the table to stand next to Sam.
"Actually, I got an interview here Monday. If it goes okay I think I've got a shot at a full ride next year" Sam said with uncertainty in his voice.
"Hey! It's gonna go great" the blonde girl said to her boyfriend reassuringly.
"It better" Sam said, the uncertainty still noticeable.
"How does it feel to be the golden boy in your family?" The zombie asked as he tugged on Sam's jacket.
"Nah, they don't know" Sam replied, looking down at the table. His girlfriend looked at him with sadness in her eyes, knowing how much it hurt her boyfriend that he was not too close to his father and brother.
"Oh no, I would be gloating!" the zombie said. "Why not?" he continued.
"Because, we're not exactly the Brady's" Sam replied as he threw a peanut at his unsober friend.
"And I'm not exactly a Hawkster but more shots!" he said, not know he had already had enough.
"No, no, no" the nurse and Sam chorused.
"Seriously, I am proud of you" the blonde girl said, looking deep into Sam's eyes. "You're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday, and you're gonna get that full ride" she continued. "I know it" she said lovingly.
"What would I do without you?" Sam questioned, gazing back at his beautiful girlfriend.
"Crash and burn" his girlfriend replied sarcastically, before grabbing the back of Sam's neck, lean close to him, and kiss him.

Later that same night, Sam and his girlfriend were asleep in their apartment. They were both deep asleep when noises began to come from the kitchen. Sam's eyes shot open after the first noise, but his girlfriend was still asleep. He got up out of bed and headed for the kitchen, making sure to walk carefully and to not make any noise, in fear of scaring whoever was in their apartment away before having a chance to catch the person. He stopped in the doorway to the living room, and saw that the window on the other side of the room was open, feeling the breeze from outside. His eyes darted to the doorway to the kitchen, drapes in the doorway making it a bit more difficult to see what was going on in there. Suddenly, there was a creak in the floor of the kitchen, which followed with a man walking past the doorway in the kitchen, allowing Sam to see the shadow of someone. Sam quickly moved to the other side of the living room, now having his back to the wall that was separated the kitchen from the living room. He was standing right next to the opening of the doorway, when the glass door from the kitchen was pushed open, and whoever had been in the kitchen, walked past him and into the living room. Sam acted fast, grabbing a hold of the invader's shoulder. The invader was quick to respond, grabbed Sam's arm and spun him around as he pushed Sam away from his body. He went for Sam, who went for an air kick, but the invader was too fast and kicked Sam in the stomach, pushing him backwards. Fists were thrown back and forth between the two before the invader got a hold of Sam and threw him to the ground.
"Whoa, easy tiger" the invader said as he was pinning Sam to the floor.
"Dean?" Sam asked, confusion being the only emotion visible in his face. Dean laughed at his little brother, still pinning him to the floor. "You scared the crap out of me" he continued, trying to catch his breath after the fight.
"That's cause you're out of practice" Dean replied with a smug grin. Sam grabbed Dean's arm that was pinning him down, and quickly threw his brother off balance and switched places with his brother.
"Or not" Dean laughed as Sam was pinning him to the floor. "Get off me" Dean continued and Sam patted his arm as he was getting off.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked while helping his brother off of the floor.
"I was looking for a beer" Dean replied with a smile as he grabbed Sam's shoulder, as if to look at how much Sam had changed since the last time they had seen each other.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam repeated, this time with a more serious tone.
"Okay, alright, we've gotta talk" Dean said.
"Huh… The phone?" Sam questioned.
"If I had called, would you have picked up?" Dean asked his brother, judgement in his voice.
"Sam?" his girlfriend called out as she turned on the light of the living room. She was wearing short shorts and a t-shirt with the Smurfs that was one size too small. Both brothers turned their heads quickly towards her.
"Jess, hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica" Sam introduced.
"Wait… Your brother Dean?" Jess asked, pointing towards Dean, a smile appearing on her face. Dean was looking right back at her, a grin on his face.
"I love the Smurfs" he said as he stared at his brother's girlfriend's chest. "You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league" he said as he walked towards Jess.
"Just let me put something on" she said, feeling uncomfortable with how close Dean had gotten and the way he has stared at her chest.
" No, no, no. I wouldn't dream of it" Dean said, shaking his head. "Seriously" he continued, looking her deep in the eyes. Jess glanced over at Sam, still feeling uncomfortable.
"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but uh, nice meeting you" he said as he walked over to Sam. Jess smiled uncomfortable as she looked over at Sam. Sam, being annoyed at his brother for breaking in to his apartment in the middle of the night, looked back at his girlfriend and sighed.
"No, no, whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of her" he said as he walked over to his girlfriend. He stood next to her, putting his arm around her, trying to show Dean that he was serious.
"Okay" Dean said, annoyed at the way his brother was acting. "Um.. Dad hasn't been home in a few days" he continued.
"So he's working overtime on the miller time shaft. He'll stumble back in sooner or later" he replied his brother.
"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days" Dean said with a serious tone while looking at his brother dead serious.
"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside" Sam said, as the seriousness of Dean's eyes spread to his own.

"I mean come on! You can't just break in, in the middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you" Sam said as he and his brother were walking down the stairs.
"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. And I need you to help me find him" Dean replied, walking in front of his brother.
"Remember that poltergeist in Amherst? Or the devil's gate in Clifton? He was missing then too, he's always missing, and he's always fine" Sam said as they reached the end of the stairs. Dean stopped in his steps and turned around to look at his brother.
"Not for this long. Now, you gonna come with me or not?" pleaded to his brother.
"I'm not" Sam replied firmly.
"Why not?" Dean asked.
"I swore I was done hunting. For good." Sam said.
"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad" Dean replied as he began towards the door.
"Yeah? When I told dad I was afraid of that thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."
"Well what was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine years old. He was supposed to say 'don't be afraid of the dark' "
"Don't be afraid of the dark?! What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark, you know what's out there"
"Yeah, but still, the way we grew up after mom was killed, and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find"
"Save a lot of people doing it too" Dean said, staring dead serious into his brother's eyes. Sam looked at his brother in disbelief.
"You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam asked. Dean pushed the door open and walked out onto the street. "The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets, man, Dean, we were raised like warriors" he continued as he followed his brother outside. When they stepped outside, Sam could see a car a few meters away. A car he could recognize anywhere. Their father's 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
"Yeah, so what are you gonna do? Just live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean asked as they reached the car.
"No, not normal. Safe"
"And that's why you ran away" Dean said as he puffed at what he was saying.
"I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone" he replied his brother. "And that's what I'm doing" he continued.
"Yeah, well dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it" he said as he looked pleadingly at his brother. "I can't do this alone"
"Yes, you can"
"Yeah, well, I don't want to" Dean said, looking into space, not liking the fact that he had just shown emotion. Sam sighed as he looked down at the ground.
"What was he hunting?" he asked Dean.
Dean opened the trunk of his car, and opened a secret second trunk, opened by a pass lock. Guns, knives, axes, and so much more, filled the space of the hidden trunk. He picked up a gun and used it to hold the trunk open.
"Alright, let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?" he said has his hands fumbled around in the trunk.
"So when dad left, why didn't you go with him?"
"I was working my own gig, this voodoo thing down in New Orleans"
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"
"I'm 26 dude" Dean said, offended. "Alright, here we go. So dad was checking out this two lame black top just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy, they found his car but he had vanished, completely MIA"
"So maybe he was kidnapped?"
"Yeah, well, here's another one in April, another one in December 04, 03, 98, 92, ten of them over the past 20 years. All men, all same five mile stretch a road" Dean said as he showed Sam the magazine cutouts he had. He put them back into the trunk as he started looking for something else.
"It started happening more and more, so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I haven't heard from him since. Which is bad enough, and then I get this voicemail yesterday" Dean continued as he held up a voice recorder.
"Dean…something…starting to happen…think its…I need to…know what's going on…be very careful…we're all in danger" was all that came out.
"You know there's EBP on that?" Sam asked.
"Not bad Sammy, kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean said with a smile. "Alright, I slowed the message down and ran it through a bull wave, take out the hiss, and this is what I got"
"I can never go home" a woman's voice said from the recorder. Sam's face became serious as he heard the message.
"Never go home" he stated as he stood back up from where he had been leaning on the car. Dean mimicked his actions and closed the trunk of the car.
"You know, in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing" Dean said as he sat down on the trunk of his car. Sam sighed as he looked back at his apartment behind him.
"Alright" he said as he turned back to look at his brother. "I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here" he said as he turned around to go back into his apartment.
"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked.
"I have this… I have an interview"
"What? A job interview? Skip it."
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate"
"Law school?"
"So we got a deal or what?" Sam asked. Dean nodded.

Sam was packing his bags in the bedroom when he lifted a knife off of the bed and put it into his bag.
"Wait. You're taking off?" Jess asked him, confused as to what was going on. "Is this about your dad? Is he alright?"
"Yeah, you know, just a bit of family drama" Sam replied as he closed his bag.
"Well your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip"
"Ah, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, and he's probably got Jim, Jack and Jose with him. We're just gonna go bring him back."
"What about the interview?"
"I'll make the interview, this is only for a couple of days" he said as he picked his bag off of the bed and began to walk towards the door.
"I mean, Sam please, just stop for a second" Jess said as she walked towards her boyfriend. "You sure you okay?"
"I'm fine"
"It's just you won't even talk about your family, and now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend with them? And, with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal"
"Hey, everything's gonna be okay. I will be back in time, I promise" Sam reassured her. He took a step towards her, leaned down, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around and walking out the door. Jess stood still and sighed as she watched her boyfriend leave.
"At least tell me where you're going!" she yelled as Sam made his way out of the apartment. He did not reply.