Im back! This chapter goes a bit more into Ricky's backstory.

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"Well, there's no one matching your dad's description at the morgue, so that's something. I guess," Ricky started. "Mine either. I do know he passed through here though. That's as much as I figured out"

"And your dad...he went missing?" Same asked.

"Kidnapped. It's a long story."

"We got time."

"I don't. For all I know he's dead. Word on the street is that he and a few demons passed through this place, and after that, they just seem to vanish."

"Demons?"

She didn't respond, and Dean signaled for Sam to stop. He knew the younger brother would press it later.

"Hey, check it out." Dean said. He stopped at a bridge that was surrounded by cop cars and started shuffling through a wooden box.

"Badges." Ricky confirmed, "What are we today? Private Detectives?"

"Nope." he replied. "And I got one for Sammy, but not for you. Might have to stay in the car for this one."

She glanced at the badges he chose and started shuffling through her duffle. The one she had gotten from her car. She pulled out a badge a waved it in the air.

"No way, I'm coming with you."

Sam raised a brow. "How did you know we'd need these?"

"Dude. We're going HUNTING. If you want to be chased away by the cops be my guest, but I'm prepared. I also got one for FBI, Homeland Security, and Secret Service. Let's roll morons."

She got out of the car and started towards the police officer, not checking to see if they would follow her.

Sam and Dean watched her from the impala.

"Hm." Sam mused.

"What?"

"Your 'friend' seems to know what she's doing. More than you do actually."

Dean rolled his eyes and followed Ricky. Sam followed suit, but even then his brother still hadn't convinced him that Ricky was to be trusted. He was going to have to do a little research.

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"No signs of struggle. No footprints. No fingerprints." Ricky heard the cop speaking to his partner. "Spotless. It's almost to clean."

The two were surrounding an empty car.

"So this kid, Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" The other said.

"Yeah."

"How's Amy doing?"

"She's putting up missing posters downtown."

The two of them nodded, even though the both of them knew there was a slim chance of finding the kid at all, much less alive. Ricky knew it was probably one of the strangest cases they'd had, being such a small town and all.

"And you guys had another one like this just last month, haven't you?" Ricky asked.

"And who are you?" One of the cops asked in return.

"Federal Marshals," she and Dean replied in unison, holding up their badges. Ricky ha hardly noticed him. She was used to either working alone or with her Dad. It didn't saddened her to realize he wasn't here.

Sam looked incredibly uncomfortable at having to fake authority, and didn't say anything.

"You three are awfully young to be Marshals, aren't you?"

Ricky winked at him. "I'm flattered. You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road."

"So this victim," Sam finally spoke. "You knew him?"

"A town like this, everybody knows everybody."

"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean questioned, as he surveyed the car.

"No not as far as we can tell."

"So what's the theory?" Sam said.

"Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"

"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." the elder brother said.

Sam stepped on Dean's  leg. "Thanks for your time. Gentlemen." He shook his head as they walked back to the car. Ricky felt like doing the same.

When they were out of hearing range, Dean smacked Sam on the back of his head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Why did you have to step on my foot!"

"Because you were being an idiot," Ricky responded for him. "Why do you have to talk to police like that?"

"Come on! They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this." he turned to Sam. "If we're going to find Dad, or Ricky's Dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.
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"That's her, right?" Ricky gestured toward the girl putting up missing posters.

"Probably," Dean replied.

"You guys, go ahead. I'll meet up with you later at the library."

"You sure?" Sam asked.

She looked down. "Yeah. I'm gonna do some more research."

Dean nodded. "Alright."

As Ricky walked away, she could feel Sam's eyes following her. He was already suspicious. She turned the corner, and spotted a nearby local. She was pretty sure he was the son of one of the shop owners. He couldn't have been less than eight years old.

"Hi Kiddo. What's your name."

"Tommy."

"Could you point me in the direction of the bus stop, Tommy?"

"Down the street, Make a right, Keep going until you hit Rocky Street. It's right there, you can't miss it."

"Thanks. Oh, and if you see two men about yay tall..." she put her hand a few inches over her head. "Don't tell them I was here."

"Okay," he said.

"Good boy."

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After the brothers finished speaking with Amy and her friend, they had gone to the library to research the local legend. Only after they discovered the news article of Constance Welch did they realize something, or rather someone, was missing.

"Dean."

"Yeah?"

"Didn't Ricky say she'd meet us at the library."

Dean sat back on his chair. "Yeah, she did, didn't she."

"Well then, why isn't she here..."

The elder Winchester cursed under his breath, and raced back to the impala. Sam followed closely behind.

"Where is she?" Sam asked.

Dean was about to open the car door when he saw a note stuck to the windshield.

It read:

Dean,

I'm leaving. I told you from the beginning, this is my fight and my fight only and I can't drag you into my mess. I'm just going to cause more trouble for the both of you. Don't worry about me. You guys don't really want me there either. Just go find your dad, alright.

The end of the letter is what really broke his heart.

Don't go looking for me.
Ricky.

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Sam couldn't help but feel guilty after reading the note. Sure, Dean felt guilty for making her feel as if she had to escape, but Sam was the one who made her feel like she wasn't wanted. The words echoed through his head. You guys don't really want me there either. He felt responsible. Dean knew it too, though he didn't say anything. He just seemed frustrated.

"I told her before that I'd help her. Why can't she just let me dammit." Dean fumed.

It was already dark out. He had no doubt that she could take care of herself but still, if anything happened to her it would be on Dean's hands. "Why does she have to be so freaking difficult!

They went all around town, searching for her, but no one seemed to know where she was. 

"Hey kid!" Dean called. "Have you seen a girl around here. Around my age. Short blonde hair."

"Nope. But I know where she went."

"How do you know where she went, if she wasn't here?"

"Because she asked me for directions."

"Were you here when she asked for directions?"

"Yup."

"What did she tell you?"

"To not say that she was ever here."

Dean looked at his younger brother. "Sneaky."

"Could you tell us where she went?"

He nodded cheerfully. "Sure. The bus stop. Down the street, make a right, keep going until Rocky Street."

"Thanks!"

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At the bus stop, Ricky didn't dare let her guard down. At first anyways. She was alone. If anyone were to sneak up on her, she would be ready. Her hand rested on the hilt of her dagger, hidden inside her jacket. Her uncle's army jacket. She relaxed a bit and ruffled through her duffle bag that she had taken from Dean's car before she left. She pulled out a small wooden box, engraved with sigils.

Inside the box, among other things, was a photograph of her uncle. He was grinning, an eight year old version of her was sitting on his shoulders, giggling uncontrollably. He was wearing the jacket she wore now. According to him, he had somehow convinced the army to letting him wear his father's (her grandfather's) world war two bomber jacket. He said he had connections, whatever that meant.

She laughed sadly through the oncoming sobs and wiped the tears that had somehow made their way down her face. 

Her mother's brother was like a second father to her. He NEVER stopped caring for her or paying attention to her. She missed him.

And yet, she was looking for her father. The one who ignored her, because his own daughter isn't worth his time. All that mattered to him was finding the thing that killed her mother, even at the cost of her happiness.

"It's okay dad," she had said, senior year. "I'm just being stupid." She had finally gotten the attention of that boy she liked. He had asked her to be his date. "I didn't even really want to go to prom anyways."

So, why was she looking for him? Because he was family?

She stiffened up again as she heard a rustle in the bushes, and put away the photo and the box. She took out her dagger and stood completely still.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see two pairs of boots silently walking toward her. One of them placed a hand on her shoulder and she sprung into action. She grabbed the hand, flipped the man over her shoulder and slammed his back into the concrete. She then, jumped on top of him and put the dagger against his throat before looking at her "attacker".

The two just stared at each other for a second. It was Dean. Which meant the other man who was standing just a few feet away in a daze must have been Sam. 

Ricky rolled off of him and yelled at the top of her lungs: "GODDAMMIT TOMMY!"