Sam jerked awake in the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean glanced over at him in concern. "You okay?" the elder brother asked. Sam glanced over at him and away again. "Yeah, I'm fine," he dismissed him. Dean nodded. "Another nightmare?" Sam just cleared his throat. "You wanna drive for a while?" Sam laughed, looking over at his brother. "Dean, your whole life, you never once asked me that."

"Just thought that you might want to. Never mind." Dean glanced in the rearview mirror at his daughter. She was playing with the sensory toy he'd bought to attach to the handle of her car seat so she would have something other than her rabbit to keep her entertained while they drove. "Look, man, you're worried about me," Sam began, drawing Dean's attention away from Mack. "I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay."

"Mm-hm," Dean hummed in agreement, obviously unconvinced. Sam grabbed the map, spreading it out on his lap. "Alright, where are we?" he asked. "We are just outside of Grand Junction," Dean replied. Sam folded the map down, looking at the spot on Colorado marked with an 'X' and the coordinates '35-111' John left them. "You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon."

"Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-"

"We gotta find Dad first," Sam finished. "Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence," Dean continued. "Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do." Sam frowned. "It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge." Dean glanced over. "What about it?"

"There's nothing there. It's just woods. Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?"

They arrived at the Ranger Station in Lost Creek National Forest and headed inside. Sam studied a 3D model of the forest while Dean looked at some of the pictures on the walls. "So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote," Sam explained. "It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place."

"Dude, check out the size of this bear," Dean said, gesturing to a photograph. Sam came over to look; the picture had a man standing behind a much larger bear. "And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area," Sam finished. "It's no nature hike, that's for sure."

"You boys aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" The brothers whipped around to face the ranger who'd just entered the station behind them. "Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper," Sam lied smoothly. "Recycle man," Dean added, pumping a fist lamely in the air. "Bull," the ranger said, glaring at them. "You're friends with that Haley girl, right?" Dean took a moment to consider their options, and then decided to go with the out.

"Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger-" he checked the man's badge, "Wilkinson." Wilkinson eyed him warily. "Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" Dean shook his head. "You tell that girl to quit worrying," Wilkinson continued, "I'm sure her brother's just fine."

"We will. Well that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?"

"That is putting it mildly."

"Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she can see her brother's return date." Ranger Wilkinson eyed him for a long moment and then nodded. Five minutes later, Sam and Dean were exiting the Station, a copy of the permit in Dean's hand. "What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?" Sam asked. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, putting Mack's car seat back in place in the back seat.

"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge," Sam pointed out, "so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?" Dean shut the back door, staring across the top of the roof at Sam. "I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it." There was a pause as Dean eyed his brother suspiciously. "What?" Sam snapped. "Since when are you all shoot first and ask questions later, anyway?" Dean asked. "Since now."

Sam got into his spot without another word. "Really?" Dean muttered, also climbing into the car. They drove to the Collins residence that Haley's brother had put on the permit. They headed up to the house, knocking and a young woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes answered it. "You must be Haley Collins," Dean said. "I'm Dean, this is Sam, we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask you a few questions about your brother Tommy."

"You have a kid with you," Haley pointed out, eyeing the car seat in Dean's hand. "It's take your daughter to work day," Dean lied smoothly. "This is Mack." Haley continued to eye him skeptically. "Lemme see some ID." Dean pulled out a fake ID and held it up to the screen with his free hand. Haley looked at it for a moment, then back at Dean, who smiled. She opened the door.

"Come on in," she told them. "Thanks," Dean said. As the door swung open, Haley caught sight of the Impala. "That yours?" she asked. "Yeah," Dean confirmed. Sam glanced back at the car. "Nice car," she smirked. She turned, leading them further into the house. "So, if Tommy isn't due back for a few days, how do you know something's wrong?" Sam asked. Haley came back into the room, placing a bowl on the kitchen table next to Ben- her other brother.

"He checks in every day by cell," she explained. "He emails, photos, stupid little videos- we haven't heard anything in over three days now." Sam frowned. "Well, maybe he can't get cell reception," he suggested. "He's got a satellite phone, too," Haley shook her head. "Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean suggested. "He wouldn't do that," Ben protested. Dean eyed him, and he looked away. Haley put more food on the table.

"Our parents are gone," she informed them. "It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other."

"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked. "Yeah." Haley disappeared into another room, coming back with a laptop. She sat down at the table, pulling up the pictures. "That's Tommy," she pointed at one of the boys. She clicked twice, going past another picture and stopping on a video. She pressed play, letting the boys watch. "Hey Haley," Tommy said, "day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." There wasn't another picture or video after that.

"Well, we'll find your brother," Dean assured Haley. "We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing." Haley looked up at him. "Then maybe I'll see you there. Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself." Dean nodded. "I think I know how you feel." Sam got her attention. "Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?"

"Sure."

After interviewing the one survivor of a series of disappearances that had occurred in the Lost Creek area, the brothers figured they were dealing with some sort of skinwalker or black dog. Dean made a stop at a store and bought a hiking backpack baby carrier so he would be able to get around the trails the next day without having to carry Mack's car seat the entire time. The next morning, they pulled up to the forest trail where Ben, Haley, and their hired guide- Roy- were already standing.

"You guys got room for three more?" Dean asked, climbing out and getting the backpack, strapping Mack in and putting it on his back. Sam got a duffel bag out of the back seat on the other side. "Wait, you want to come with us?" Haley asked. "And you're bringing the baby?" Roy frowned. "Who are these guys?" he asked.

"Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue," Haley scoffed. Sam pushed past everyone without a word. "You're rangers?" Roy asked. "That's right," Dean confirmed. "And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley added. "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts," Dean smirked. He grabbed Mack's diaper bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and headed past Haley over toward Sam.

"What, you think this is funny?" Roy asked. "It's dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt." The brothers turned back to stare at him. "Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be," Dean said. "We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all." He turned, heading past Sam to lead the group.

After a close call, where Roy stopped Dean from stepping into a bear trap, Haley caught up to Dean to talk. "You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. And you have a baby with you. You're not rangers." She grabbed his arm. "So who the hell are you?" Ben moved past Haley and Dean, heading in the direction Roy went. Sam paused and looked at Dean, who indicated through his expression for Sam to continue. Dean watched him go, then turned back to Haley.

"Sam and I are brothers, Mack is really my daughter. Her mom isn't in the picture, which is why I brought her with me. We're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat."

"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" Haley asked. "I'm telling you now. 'Sides, it's probably the most honest I've been with a woman... ever. So we okay?" Dean said. There was a pause and Haley nodded. "Yeah, okay."

"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?"

Dean pulled out a big bag of Skittles and stuck his hand in as he hiked on. Haley stared after him for a moment, then followed. A few hours of hiking later, Roy stopped in a clearing at the front of the group. "This is it. Blackwater Ridge," he announced. Sam headed past Roy. "What coordinates we at?" he asked. Roy pulled out a GPS, reading it. "Thirty-five and minus one-eleven." Dean headed over to Sam, adjusting the strap of the diaper bag on his shoulder. "You hear that?" he murmured.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Not even crickets." Mack babbled, hitting Dean on the head. "Really?" Dean asked her teasingly, looking over his shoulder at her. "Da. Da. Da," she babbled some more, hitting him again. "I'm gonna go take a look around," Roy told them. "You shouldn't go off by yourself," Sam protested. "That's sweet. Don't worry about me," Roy smirked. He waved his gun, pushing past Sam and Dean to retake the lead. Dean turned back as Haley and Ben caught up.

"Alright, everybody stays together," he said. "Let's go."

They were looking around near a large rock when Roy cried out. "Haley! Over here!" Haley hurried off in the direction of his voice, followed closely by the others. "Oh my God," she breathed. It was the campsite from Tommy's pictures and videos, but it was in total disarray. The tents were torn and bloody and all the supplies were scattered. "Looks like a grizzly," Roy said. Dean set the diaper bag down, keeping the backpack with Mack on as he took a look around.

Haley also started looking around, shedding her backpack of supplies. "Tommy?" she asked. "Tommy!" Sam surged forward, catching up to her as she moved through the campsite. "Shh," he shushed her. "Tommy!" she yelled again. "Shh-hh-hh," Sam repeated. "Why?" she asked. "Something might still be out there," Sam replied. "Sam!" Dean called. Sam headed over, crouching down beside him.

"The bodies were dragged from the campsite," Dean murmured quietly. "But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." They stood up. "I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog." Dean headed back toward the campsite and Sam followed. Haley picked up Tommy's cell phone, which was smashed and bloody, and let out a sob. Dean crouched down beside her, speaking gently. "Hey, he could still be alive." Haley gave him a look.

"Help! Help!"

Roy led the way as the group ran to aid the shouter. "Help! Somebody!" the foreign voice cried again. They all skidded to a stop, not seeing anyone nearby. "It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked. They were all quiet, listening intently. The voice didn't shout again. "Everybody back to camp," Sam ordered. Back at the campsite, all their supplies were missing, including Mack's diaper bag.

"Our packs!" Haley cried. "So much for my GPS and satellite phone," Roy grumbled. "What the hell is going on?" Haley demanded. "It's smart," Sam mused. "It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help."

"You mean someone, some nut job out there just stole our gear," Roy translated. Sam headed over to Dean. "'Ammy," Mack greeted him, grinning from her spot. "Hey, Kinley girl," he smiled at her, then looked at Dean. "I need to speak to you. In private." They headed a little ways away from Roy and the Collins siblings. "Good. Let me see Dad's journal." Dean handed it over and Sam flipped through the pages.

"Alright, check this out." Sam showed Dean a particular page with a First Nations-style drawing of a figure. "Oh, come on," Dean groaned, "wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west."

"Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice." Dean sighed. "Great." He pulled his pistol out. "Well, then this is useless." Sam handed him back the journal and then started to head back to the group, stopping for a moment. "We gotta get these people to safety." He continued the rest of the way toward the group. "Alright, listen up, time to go. Things have gotten... more complicated."

"What?"

"Kid, don't worry," Roy said. "Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Sam glared at the guide in annoyance. "It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now." Roy rolled his eyes. "One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to be giving anybody orders."

"Relax," Dean said, trying to diffuse the situation. "We never should have let you come out here in the first place, alright?" Sam continued, both him and Roy ignoring Dean. "I'm trying to protect you." Roy stepped up into Sam's space. "You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night."

"Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Roy laughed. "You know you're crazy, right?" Sam glared back at him. "Yeah? You ever hunt a wen-" Dean pushed Sam, getting him away from Roy and cutting him off mid sentence. "Roy!" Haley cried, rushing forward to break up the fight as well. "Chill out," Dean snapped at his brother.

"Stop. Stop it," Haley told Roy, then looked over at the brothers. "Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him." There was a long pause. "It's getting late," Dean said. "This thing is a good hunter during the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves."

"How?"

The group had built a campfire, and Dean drew warding symbols in the dirt while Haley poked at the fire with a stick. "One more time, that's-" Haley cut off. "Anasazi symbols," Dean explained. "It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." Roy laughed, standing a little ways away with his gun slung over his shoulder. "Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy," Dean said without looking at him. He headed over to sit with Sam at the edge of the campsite. Mack was in her backpack next to him, playing with her rabbit- the one thing she still had that hadn't disappeared with her diaper bag.

"Da da," she babbled when she spotted him. "Hey, bug," he grinned at her, taking a seat across from Sam. "You wanna tell me what's going through that freaky head of yours?" he asked. "Dean-" Sam began. "No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?" There was a pause, broken as Mack cried out, reaching for her rabbit that she'd dropped on the ground. "Uh oh!"

Dean reached down, grabbing the stuffed animal and handing it back to her. "Dad's not here," Sam finally spoke. "I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?" Dean nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek."

"Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road," Sam said. "Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here." Dean pulled out John's journal, kneeling in front of Sam and putting his hand on the cover. "This is why. This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession- everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things, the family business."

Sam shook his head. "That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just- call us? Why doesn't he- tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?" Dean swallowed hard, shrugging. "I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's given us a job to do, and I intend to do it." Sam's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Dean... no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about."

"Okay, alright, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man."

Sam looked down, then back up. "How do you do it? How does Dad do it?" Dean looked over at Haley and Ben. "Well for one, them. I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some other. Makes things a little more bearable." There was a pause as Sam also looked over at the Collins siblings. "I'll tell you what else helps." Sam looked back at Dean. "Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can to try and make this world a safer place for my daughter." Sam smiled and then a twig snapped.

"Help me! Please!" a foreign voice like before cried. "Digo!" Mack said and Dean looked at her in shock. "Digo! Digo!" Sam and Dean exchanged a look, rising to their feet. Dean readied his gun, despite the fact it was useless and Sam shone his flashlight into the surrounding trees. "Help!" the wendigo cried out again. "He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put," Dean ordered.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy asked sarcastically. "Help! Help me!" the wendigo yelled once more followed by a growling sound. "Digo!" Mack said again. "We can agree no more monster talk around her, right?" Dean hissed quietly to Sam under his breath. "Yeah, that would probably be best," Sam muttered. Roy had pointed his gun in the direction of the growling. "Okay, that's no grizzly."

Haley murmured softly to Ben, clutching him comfortingly against her side. "It's okay. You'll be alright, I promise." Something rushed past the edge of the clearing in the tree line and Haley shrieked. "It's here," Sam said. Roy shot at the rustling twice. "I hit it!" He rushed off into the trees to see what he'd hit. "Roy, no! Roy!" Dean yelled. He looked back at Haley and Ben. "Don't move. Watch Mack."

Haley nodded, holding a stick with one end burning as a weapon. Sam and Dean hurried after Roy. "It's over here! It's in the tree!" Roy yelled. The wendigo reached down from the tree, pulling him up and snapping his neck. "Roy!" Dean yelled. Sam shone his flashlight around, but they didn't see Roy anywhere.

The next morning, Dean filled Haley and Ben in on how to fight the wendigo while Sam took Mack a little ways away so she wouldn't be able to hear. "'Uh oh!" Mack cried, reaching for her rabbit that she'd just dropped. Sam leaned down, picking it up and handing it back to her. Once Dean was finished talking with Haley and Ben, they headed out on the trails, keeping close together. They had made molotov cocktails from scratch and were following bloody claw marks scratched into the trees.

Sam led the way, Mack still in the backpack on his back. "Dean," he called back. Dean caught up to him. "What is it?" he queried. "You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow." Just then there was a growl and the brothers turned, spotting a rustling in the trees. "Digo!" Mack said, pointing at the rustling.

Under a tree a couple steps back, Haley noticed a drop of blood fall onto her shirt. She looked at it then looked up, jumping out the way seconds before Roy's body fell right where she had been standing. Dean went over to examine Roy while Sam made his way over to Haley. "You okay? You got it?" he asked her. She nodded, staring at Roy's body. "His neck's broke," Dean said. Sam reached down, helping Haley back to her feet as more growls met their ears.

"Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!"

The group took off, running away from the growls. Ben stumbled and Sam paused to help him up, separating them from Dean and Haley. "Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha," he told Ben. A second later, they heard Haley scream. "Haley?" Ben asked. They ran ahead, stopping as Sam spotted Dean's molotov cocktail, the bottle broken. "Dean!" he yelled.

"Da da?" Mack asked. Sam looked over his shoulder at her. "We'll find Dada, Kinley." He looked back at Ben. "Come on. This way." They continued down the path, keeping an eye out for any sign of Dean and Haley. "If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?" Ben asked. "Honestly?" Sam answered. "I think it's because Roy shot at it, pissed it off." Ben stopped, leaning down and picking up a brightly colored candy off the forest path- one of Dean's Skittles.

"They went this way."

Sam caught up to him, and he handed over the Skittle. Sam laughed. "It's better than breadcrumbs," he said, tossing the Skittle away. They continued down the path, following the trail of Skittles Dean had left behind until they found the entire bag left at the entrance to a mine shaft. "Da da digo," Mack said. "Yeah, Dada's in there with the wendigo," Sam said. He and Ben looked at each other before entering the mine.

Sam shone his flashlight ahead of them, turning it off when there was a growling sound. "Digo!" Mack cried. "Quiet, Kinley," Sam hissed. They held very still as the wendigo started moving in their direction. Sam put his hand over Ben's mouth, stopping him from screaming. Luckily, the wendigo took a different tunnel at the crossing. They continued down the tunnel, going in the opposite direction of the wendigo.

The floorboards creaked beneath their feet and they fell through, landing in a pile of bones. "Uh oh!" Mack cried. Sam looked around, spotting her rabbit in the pile of bones and grabbing it and handing it back to her. Ben spotted another pile of skulls nearby and leapt backwards. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay," Sam told him. "Da da!"

Sam looked over, spotting Dean and Haley hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. Sam hurried over to Dean, Ben to Haley.

"Dean!"

"Haley, wake up!"

"Da da!" Mack cried as Sam grabbed Dean's shoulders, shaking him. "Dean!" Dean opened his eyes. "Hey, you okay?" Dean winced, blinking. "Yeah. Mack?"

"She's here. I got her," Sam assured him. "Haley, Haley, wake up, wake up!" Ben tried to wake up his sister. Sam cut Dean down while Ben took care of Haley. They helped them over to an empty patch of floor and helped them sit down. Dean was making pained noises. "You sure you're alright?" Sam asked. Dean grimaced. "Yeah. Yep. Where is he?"

"He's gone for now," Sam replied, taking Dean's cue not to say 'wendigo' in front of Mack. Haley took the rope off her wrists, standing up and spotting Tommy still hanging a little ways away. "Tommy..." She walked over, touching her brother's cheek. His head jerked up and she shrieked, jumping back. "Cut him down!" she told Sam. He walked over, cutting Tommy down. "We're gonna get you home," Haley told him.

Dean spotted their stolen supplies piled in the corner. He grabbed Mack's diaper bag and then picked up two flare guns off the pile as well. "Check it out," he showed the guns to Sam. "Flare guns. Those'll work." Sam grinned and Dean laughed, twirling the guns. He handed one to Sam and the brothers led the way down the tunnel, Haley and Ben helping Tommy along behind them. They heard a growl up ahead.

"Digo!"

"Shh. Quiet, bug," Dean told her, putting his finger to his lips. "Shh," she echoed, mimicking the motion. "We'll never outrun it," Haley said. Dean glanced over his shoulder at her and her brothers. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked Sam. "Yeah, I think so," Sam replied, nodding. "Alright, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He's gonna get you out of here."

"What are you gonna do?" Haley asked. Dean winked, walking away and starting to yell. "Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good." The rest of Dean's words became indistinct as he moved further away. "Da da," Mack said. "Alright, come on! Hurry!" Sam told the Collins siblings once Dean was a safe enough distance away.

As they moved down a tunnel, there was a growl behind them. "Digo!" They turned, Sam pointing the flare gun at the monster, then lowered the gun and turned to the Collinses. "Get him out of here," he told Haley. "Sam, no," she protested. "Go! Go! Go!" Haley and Ben helped Tommy further down the tunnel. Sam turned back, raising the flare gun as he stared down the tunnel. "Come on. Come on."

There was another growl. "Digo!" Mack cried. Sam turned, finding the wendigo right in his face. He shot at it and missed, taking off running after the Collinses. "Sam!" Haley cried. He caught up to them, breathing heavily. "Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry." They ran to the end of the tunnel, the wendigo right behind. "Get behind me," Sam ordered. The three Collins siblings hid behind him, the wendigo taking its time as it approached.

"Hey!"

The wendigo turned at the sound of Dean's voice, and he shot it in the stomach with his flare gun. The flare went off, and the wendigo went up in flames. "Not bad, huh?" Dean smirked, twirling the gun. Sam grinned at him.

Back at the Ranger Station, an ambulance loaded up Tommy. Two police officers interviewed Ben, Sam standing behind him. "And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?" one of the officers asked. "That's when it circled the campsite," Ben answered. "I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds." Sam nodded in agreement behind him. "Alright, we'll go after it first thing," the officer informed them.

Over by the Impala, Dean and Haley leaned against the side of the car talking. They'd both been patched up already, and Mack was sleeping soundly in her car seat inside the car. "So, I don't know how to thank you," Haley told Dean. Dean smirked down at her and she smiled despite herself. "Must you cheapen the moment?" she asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded. A paramedic came over to speak to Haley. "You riding with your brother?" She nodded. "Yeah." The paramedic headed back to the ambulance and Haley turned to Ben. "Let's go." Sam and Ben nodded at each other as Haley kissed Dean on the cheek. "I hope you find your father," she said. "Thanks, Sam." Haley and Ben climbed into the back of the ambulance with Tommy and they drove away. Sam leaned against the Impala next to Dean.

"Man, I hate camping," Dean said. "Me, too," Sam agreed. "Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?" Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know. But in the meantime? I'm driving." Dean tossed Sam the keys, going around to the passenger side. The brothers climbed into the car, slamming the doors almost in sync.