Chapter 31

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It had been a week since Dean and I had went to the baseball game. Currently, we were camped out in Illinois somewhere, waiting impatiently for a case. There'd been no news since we'd finished the case in Lawrence.

The three of us were currently sitting in a small diner. Sam and Dean sipped on black coffee while I drank a tall glass of orange juice. I could feel a cold coming on and I wasn't about to get sick.

Sam's phone and he set his fork down and began to dig in his pocket for his phone. He made a face at the phone before answering it.

"Hello?" he asked, as if he didn't know the person on the other end.

"Dad? Are you okay?" he asked after a moment.

Dean's head immediately snapped up. His eyes were wide.

Sam and John carried out a quick conversation, and as they did so, I watched Dean intently. He looked conflicted, like he wanted to celebrate finally making contact with his dad but also strangely disappointed.

"Give me the phone," Dean demanded finally.

Sam waved him off, but Dean wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Give me the phone," Dean demanded again. This time Sam shot him a dirty look.

Dean returned it and suddenly snatched the phone from Sam.

"Dad, it's me. Where are you?" he asked. "Yes, sir... Uh, yeah, got a pen," he said, motioning for me to hand him one, I grabbed one from my purse and handed it to him. "What are their names?"

Dean scribbled some things down and then hung up the phone.

"What did he say?" I asked softly.

"He gave me the names of three couples. I think we've got ourselves a case."


"Alright, so the names Dad gave us, they're all couples?" Sam asked a little while later from the front seat of the Impala.

"Three different couples. All went missing," Dean replied.

"And they're from different towns? Different states?" Sam wondered aloud.

"That's right. You got Washington, New York, Colorado. Each couple took a road trip cross-country. None of them arrived at their destination, and none of them were ever heard from again," Dean replied.

"We live in a big country. Who knows where they disappeared?" I said.

"Except each route took 'em to the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April. One year after another after another," Dean said.

"So, Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?" Sam clarified.

"Yahtzee. Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All the different obits Dad had to go through? The man's a master," Dean said.

Sam sighed and without warning, pulled over to the side of the road.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean demanded.

"We're not going to Indiana," Sam said firmly.

"We're not?" Dean demanded.

"No. We're going to California. Dad called from a payphone. Sacramento area code," Sam replied.

"Sam-" I began.

"Keep out of this, okay?" Sam said, and my mouth snapped closed. He then turned to Dean, who I could see was fuming at this point. "If this demon killed Mom and Jess, and Dad's closing in, we've gotta be there. We've gotta help."

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