"Who in, Sam hell, do you think you are?!" I snap, pacing around. "Where the hell are you, you fucker!"

"I'm fine, nice to talk to you too, Lottie." John stated sarcastically. "I can't tell you where I'm at. You'll only try to find me." John spoke, making me start cussing again.

"Really?! Oh, I wonder why!?" I scream. "Maybe because you've been AWOL for the past six months!"

"Lottie, is that my dad?" I hear Sam ask, but I hold up my finger.

"Don't you snap at me, young lady." He warned, making me go ridged with anger.

"Oh, I'll do more than snap, old man!" I jeer back. I let out a sigh, trying to keep my anger in check. "Look, I get that you have a vendetta for the thing that killed Mary, I really do." I turned my attention to Sam and Dean. "But the boys and I can help. You taught us everything we need to know." I try a gentler approach. The line was silent and that spurred my anger back on. "Fine! If you won't talk to me, then at least talk to your CHILDREN! You know, the ones who you've ABANDONED!" I shout, tossing the phone at Sam and sitting on Dean's bed with a huff.

"Dad? Where are you?" Sam asked. The anger flashed over his face for a second. "What? Why not?..... A demon? You know for sure?"

"A demon?" Dean questioned. "What's he saying?"

"You know where it is?" Sam said. "Let us help.... Why not?... Names?.... What names, Dad. Talk to me, tell me what's going on."

"Give me the phone." Dean ordered, holding out his hand.

"No. Alright? No way." Sam said through clearly clenched teeth, ignoring Dean completely. The voice on the other end raised slightly.

"Give me the phone!" Dean boomed. He snatched the phone from his brother. "Dad, it's me. Where are you?.... Yes, sir... Uh, yeah, I got a pen. What are their names?" I got up with an angry huff, storming into the bathroom. I hated when John treated Dean like a soldier.

~*****~

The car ride was tense, and I hated it. We were driving to where the couples had been disappearing from. Sam was behind the wheel while Dean checked through the names and maps. I was in the back, sighing ever so often in despair. "Alright, so, the names dad gave us, they're all couples?" Sam asked.

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

"And they're all from different towns? Different states?"

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

"Well, it's a big country, Dean. They could've disappeared anywhere." Sam said skeptically.

"Yeah, could've. But each route took 'em to the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April. One year after another, after another."

"And this so happens to be the second week of April." I comment.

"Yep." Dean agreed.

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

"Yahtzee." Dean said with a point in his direction. He looked down at his lap, eyes searching the page in front of him. "Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All different orbits Dad had to go through? The man's a master." He said in awe. Sam sighed deeply and pulled over to the side of the road, shutting the car off.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked in confusion.

"We're not going to Indiana." Sam stated.

"We're not?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

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

"Sam." Dean began, tilting his head in a warning.

"Dean," Sam cut him off. "If this demon killed mom and Jess, and Dad is closing in, we've gotta be there. We gotta help."

"Dad doesn't want our help." Dean said, shaking his head slightly.

"I don't care."

"He's given us an order."

"I don't care!" Sam raised his voice. "We don't always have to do what he says."

"Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives. It's important." Dean argued.

"Alright, I understand, believe me, I understand. But I'm talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge."

"Alright, look, I know how you feel-"

"Do you?" Sam asked coldly, turning his body more to face him. Dean looked at him slightly shocked. Sam laughed. "How old were you when Mom died? Four?.... Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel?"

Dean swallowed and looked back at me before continuing. "Dad said it wasn't safe. For any of us. I mean, he obviously knows something we don't, so if he says stay away, we stay away."

Sam shook his head. "I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it's like you don't even question him."

"Yeah, it's called being a good son!" Dean yelled and I flinched a little. Sam's jaw clenched and he got out of the car. I let out a soft sigh and clambered out after Dean got out. "You're a selfish bastard, you know that?! You just do whatever you want. Don't care what anybody thinks."

"That's what you really think?" Sam questioned.

"Yes, it is." Dean agreed. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed again.

"Well, this selfish bastard is going to California." Sam announced.

"Come on, you're not serious." Dean said in disbelief.

"I am serious." Sam affirmed.

"Sammy, come on." I try to reason, but Dean's shout stopped me.

"It's the middle of the night! Hey! I'm taking off, I will leave your ass, you hear me!" Dean yelled towards his brother. Sam paused, looking back.

"That's what I want you to do." Sam told him and there was a pause between both brothers as they stared each other down.

"Sammy, you don't have to do this." I call out, taking a step towards him.

"Yes, I do. You can come with me if you want, but I'm not changing my mind." Sam stated.

"She's not going with you, she knows we have a job to do." Dean argued, grasping my arm.

"Yeah, I know. But, she also likes to think for herself, Dean." Sam shot back.

"Sam, I can't walk away if people are going missing, you know that." I hum, walking towards him. "You be safe, you hear me?" I snap, pulling him into a tight hug. I pulled away before he could answer and went back to the Impala.

Dean and I got into the car and I watched Sam walk off in the opposite direction, tears threatening to ooze from my eyes. "You got something you wanna say?" Dean asked gruffly as he started the car and started to drive.

"You and Sam are both asses." I hum, a slight quiver to my tone.

"Excuse me?"

"You're both ornery and stubborn. Why does it always feel like I'm caught in the middle of your little spats."

"Well, what am I supposed to do about it? You made your bed when you came to live with us." He snapped, glaring at me.

"I know, Dean." I snapped back, curling up by the door. "Believe me, I know." Dean turned up the radio as I kept quiet, refusing to meet his gaze. I slowly dozed off to sleep.

~*****~

A couple of hours later, we arrived in a small town. I rubbed my eyes and looked towards Dean, covering my lips as I see him staring at his phone, most likely debating on whether or not to call Sam. A giggle slips through my lips and he snaps the phone shut quickly, glaring at me.

"Shut up." He said, making me start laughing more. We both get out and start heading towards the little restaurant.

"You're adorable." I coo, stepping up besides him. We walked up to a man sitting on the porch of the restaurant called Scotty's. "Let me guess, Scotty?" I gesture to the sigh. The name nodded in reply. "My names Joan, and this is my husband, John Bonham."

"Isn't that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?" Scotty asked and we both looked at him in surprise.

"Wow. Good. Classic rock fan." Dean commented.

"I told you it wasn't a normal name." I hum, a disapproving look on my face as Scotty's smirks.

"What can I do for you, John, Joan." Scotty asked.

Dean pulled out the missing persons poster from his pocket. "I was wondering if, uh, you'd seen these people by chance." Dean said, showing him the papers.

Scotty scanned the page then looked back at us. "No. Who are they?"

"Friends of ours. They went missing about a year ago. They passed through somewhere around here, and I've already asked around Scottsburg and Salem-" Dean began, but Scotty cut him off.

"Sorry. We don't get many strangers around here." Scotty informed us. I fought back my smart ass comment.

"Well, thank you for your time anyway, hun." I say with a sickingly sweet tone. I looped my arm around Dean's and we both began to walk off. "God, I hate small towns." I groan after we get out of ear shot.

"What, don't want a white picket fence and a burly man mowin' the lawn?" Dean asked teasingly.

"God no. Have you seen me?" I ask, gesturing to my body. "A white picket fence almost guarantees at least two children and I don't want to ruin this body."

Dean lets out a laugh and loops his arm around my waist. "Where have you been all my life?"