For the past few days, Ezra was stuck in his room. Ever since the incident with Michael and Lucifer, Dean had been wanting to spend time with his son, at least get to know him as a person. But anytime he would talk to Ezra, Dean wouldn't know what to say to him. Now all Ezra was doing was staying cooped up in his room reading or drawing. The only times Ezra would come out would be to get something to eat or drink. Shela, Dean's wife, knew the situation was hard and walked over to him. She sat down across from Dean and sighed.

"What?" Dean asked as he drank from his mug. He preferred drinking black coffee because it was bitter and tasted good to him. "Don't look at me like that."

"Dean, this awkward silence has to go," Shela said. as she pulled her laptop over to her. "You and Ezra can't sit around and do nothing."

"What do you recommend, Shell?" Dean asked. "I have tried everything I can to talk to him, but nothing seems to work." Shela rolled her eyes and typed on her computer until eventually she stumbled across something.

"How about this?" Shela asked and turned the computer around. "Go here, you and Ezra can go on a family hunt."

Tragedy in Oregon, a young student, Stephanie Mills, dies mysteriously. The situation puzzled police. More updates to come.

Dean thought about it and realized that his wife had a good point. Cleaning his mug, Dean walked upstairs to Ezra's room. He knocked on the door and waited for Ezra to answer. When the knob turned, the door opened and Ezra stood at the entrance, his green eyes never leaving his father.

"Ezra?" Dean said. "I know it's been weird, but I think I have a solution."

"What is it, dad?" The eighteen-year-old asked.

"How do you feel about going hunting with me?" Dean questioned. Ezra closed the door and reopened it, revealing that he was ready to go, dressed in blue jeans, black shirt and combat boots.

"I thought you'd never ask dad."

"Then let's head out," once Dean and Ezra finished packing and walked toward the front door. "We'll be back in a few days. Don't wait up."

"You two have fun and Ezra don't go after pretty girls!" Shela called out.

"Ugh! Mom! Stop embarrassing me!" Ezra called back.

"That's my job." Shela responded and kissed her son on the forehead before kissing Dean. The two pulled away as they walked out of the bunker. Father and son climbed into the 1967 Chevrolet Impala and left the site of the bunker. For a good while, there was silence, but thankfully, Dean did not have to say much since Ezra spoke first.

"Dad? Where is this case?" Ezra asked.

"Portland Oregon." Dean said, handing his son the printed news article. Ezra looked through it and saw they were going to a school in Oregon. West Portland High.

"So, what do you think, son?" Dean asked.

"Wait, if this is at a high school. How are we going to blend in?" Ezra questioned.

"First, we need to check the morgue," Dean responded. "Then we'll figure out the rest of the situation and why it happened at the school, of all places."

"So, does this mean what I think it means?"

"I don't know, son, but we'll find out." Dean smirked at Ezra as the two drove out of Kansas and toward Portland, Oregon. When the two arrived in Oregon 23 hours later and pulled into a nearby hotel. Dean put the car in park and saw that Ezra was asleep. Dean smiled before climbing out and going into the hotel. Dean paid for a room and walked out to wake up his son.

"Son." Dean said, shaking Ezra by the shoulder. Ezra groaned and looked over at his father.

"Dad? Are we here?" Ezra asked.

"Yup, and I got us a room. Come on." Together, father and son walked into the hotel room, dropping their bags on the beds. "You want anything?"

"Is there a McDonald's nearby?" Ezra questioned. "I don't mind having a fish filet sandwich and fries." Dean chuckled and walked out of the hotel room and made his way to the nearest fastfood restaurant.