"And then, we tried calling his other cell phone. No one picked up!" Aiden explained to Sam. "That's when I tracked his phone to here. But the hotel has no records of him, and we don't exactly look like the FBI, so we couldn't do any snooping around for his phone. Thanks for helping with that, by the way."

"Yeah, no issues." Sam said as he watched Aiden hook Garth's phone into his laptop. Last night after dinner, they had found it Room 120, which had been booked over the phone ,by a certain Texas ranger for the entire week, but had never showed. A full payment had been made via credit card, belonging to a "Brad Anderson", an undeniable reference to Marmaduke. That's how they'd found Garth's room-the window cracked wide open, wrappers of chocolates forming a thin like below it. Right across from it, and beyond the fence and the alley, was a clear view of of the back of The Bermuda Motel. Therefore the only conclusion that could be drawn was, that Garth was being Garth. A phone call and vigorous hand waving from the other side by Krissy, Dean and Josephine confirmed that the room parallel to this, in the other motel, was also booked by Garth. No wonder, the cleaning lady had seen him jump fences.

Where are you, Garth? I hope you're alive, Sam thought to himself.

"Got it...turns out Garth was hunting a tulpa, his search history and GPS from two days back point to an abandoned warehouse, 20 miles North of here. There is nothing on the official police database, but according to Garth's notes here, it says, an old poet and part time farmer was..ooh...was eaten to death, and ten days after that a couple was bit to death. Guess the legend changed, Garth figured it out and burned the place down. Yup, it's all up on the local news." Aiden said as he showed Sam a webpage with the heading "Fire destroys the old Bills Warehouse- Senator Bills baffled, asks media to cooperate."

"So you're saying that there is no account of the killings on the database?" Sam asked Aiden.

"Well, the farmer and that couple have been listed dead, but no direct connection to the warehouse whatsoever. In fact, it says in the newspapers that both the killings were 'near the Anthony Church' but Garth's notes say differently. "

"Aiden look deeper. Dig for more mysterious deaths. Look up the warehouse and look up the history of the County. Something tells me this is a lot ugly than it looks." Sam told Aiden as he dialed Dean- who along with the girls had gone to hunt down the guy who handled waste disposal in the area, because the dumpster had been cleared exactly four hours before they' d arrived.

"Sam?" Krissy answered, very much to Sam's surprise.

"Uhh...hey Kriss, is Dean there?" Sam asked, as Aiden looked up reflexively.

A whole lot of swearing- all of which Sam would be able to recognise in his sleep- came in clear, distinct tones. Krissy laughed.

"Your brother is digging through some stuff...literally. We tracked the guy who handles the disposal. He said that all of that week's...waste, was still in that dumpster. So, the three of us are in this God- awful smelling room. It might be a good time to mention, that Dean sucks at Rock-Paper-Scissors."

Sam grinned. " Yeah, I know right? Anyway, any success so far?"

"Well, we found Garth's ID- Brad Anderson's, I mean- but that's about it, so far. And you?"

"Well three vics were killed in a warehouse- eaten and bit to death- but the police database has no official account of it. But, Garth believed otherwise. Maybe he got information from the locals or something, and put it all together. The warehouse has been burnt down, so Garth definitely thought he was dealing with a tulpa. Maybe, it survived somehow and took Garth down?Anyway, ask Dean to go check out the PD and do the whole FBI thing, and see what's really going on. Aiden and I will dig some more and check out that warehouse. And Krissy, don't worry. We'll find him."

"You got it, boss." Krissy said, confidently. Just then, Sam heard Dean yell, "AHA!JACKPOT!"

To which Josephine replied, " That's a sock, you idiot!"

" Okay, Kriss. Keep me posted. Call you in a while." Sam smiled, as he hung up.

"What did she say?" Aiden asked, nonchalantly.

"Uh..so far, they've got a big bunch of nothing. Don't worry, they're okay. Let's hurry this up, and go check out that warehouse?" Sam said.

"Yeah. Hey...Sam, can you be honest with me?" Aiden asked Sam, who was stocking his bag with ammo.

"Yeah?" Sam asked, paying close attention, now.

"What are the chances that Garth's...still...out there?"

Sam sighed. "I think we both know the answer to that."

"Then...why are you reassuring us? Telling us we'll find him? Shouldn't we just call it a night and accept that he's dead!" Aiden asked angrily.

"Because...we can't give up on family. Because we can't be discouraged, before we even try! Because when all else fails, hope still remains. Garth is family, isn't he? So we keep looking until we find him. Because we won't give up."

"Krissy, Josephine and I have lost too much, to believe in hope. There's no such thing. And of all the people in the world, shouldn't you Winchesters realise that?" Aiden asked Sam, bitterly.

This hit Sam hard, and for the first time, Sam found it hard to respond. Would Garth be okay?

Was there any hope?

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