ANDY WAS LAYING DOWN IN THE BACK SEAT, tapping her feet to "Ramblin' Man" by the Allman Brothers that was playing on the speakers in the car. Sam was in the front seat, rifling through Dean's box of tapes. They were waiting for Dean to use the bathroom and get some food while the car filled up on gas.

"Hey! You want breakfast?" Dean asked his younger brother as he tossed Andy a Snickers bar and BBQ chips,

 "No, thanks." Sam looked back at him, "So how'd you pay for that stuff? You still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean replied as he put the nozzle back on the pump,

"Hey," Andy sat up and tapped Sam with her chocolate bar, "All we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah?" He smiled back at the girl as Dean got into the driver's seat, "And what names did you write on the application this time?"

"Uh, Burt Aframian. And his son Hector and daughter Jillian. Scored three cards out of the deal." Dean answered, 

Sam nodded, "That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

"Why?" Dean asked,

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two." Sam held up a bunch of tapes, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Dean took the tape from his fingers, "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"You know, in a few years, those will be considered 'vintage'." Andy smirked, "Could be worth some serious cash."

Dean stared at her for a moment, "Shut up." He turned back to Sam, "Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean popped the tape in the player, "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Dean dropped the Metallica case back in the box of tapes and started the engine, "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?"

"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." Dean responded, turning up the radio before driving off.

"You were never chubby." Andy smiled from the backseat, tugging on Sam's hair, "Unlike Dean-o."

"Can't hear you!"

As they headed towards Jericho, Sam called hospitals and morgues in the area, asking if there was anyone that fit John Winchester's description.

"All right." Sam sighed as he closed his phone, "So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess."

"Hey." Andy leaned between the boys, pointing at the bridge, "Check it out."

On the bridge ahead of them, there were multiple police cars. Dean pulled over before he opened the glove box and pulled a box full of ID cards out. The older Winchester picked one out before handing Andy another and grinning at Sam, "Let's go."

They approached two officers, both who were looking inside an abandoned vehicle that was just sitting on the bridge. 

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." One of the deputies stated,

"So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" The darker skinned deputy asked the other,

"Yeah."

"How's Amy doing?" Andy made a mental reminder of the two names. She had a feeling they were going to be important.

"She's putting up missing posters downtown."

They had yet to notice the three of them standing there so Dean spoke up, "You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" He asked, looking around,

"And who are you?" The darker skinned deputy asked,

Dean and Andy quickly flashed their badges, "Federal marshals." Dean stated,

"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" The officer responded, his eyebrows raised,

Andy cocked her head to the side, "Thought you weren't supposed to comment on a ladies' age." She responded,

Dean walked over to the car, "You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road." The deputy answered, "There've been others before that."

"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked,

The deputy nodded, "Town like this, everybody knows everybody."

Dean circled the car, looking around, "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?"

"No. Not so far as we can tell."

"So," Andy crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the car, "what's the theory?"

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" The deputy suggested,

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean grinned and Sam stomped on Dean's foot, causing him to wince,

"Thank you for your time. Gentlemen." Sam smiled before he began to walk away and the other two followed,

As they walked farther away, Dean reached up and smacked Sam on the back of the head, "Ow! What was that for?" Sam winced,

"Why'd you have to step on my foot?"

"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?"

"Boys." Andy hissed, "Stay professional until we reach the car, at least."

Dean moved in front of the two, forcing them to stop walking, "Come on." He scoffed, "They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."

Andy spotted three men walk up to them, one was clearly the sheriff while the other two wore stupid suits and sunglasses. They screamed Men in Black. FBI.

Sam cleared his throat and Dean turned around to face them, "Can I help you kids?"

"No, sir, we were just leaving."Dean replied. As the FBI agents walked past them, Dean nodded to each of them, "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully."

"You can't keep your comments to yourself?" Andy sighed as they made it back to the car.

"What next?" Sam asked, opening the passenger side door and staring at the two of them,

"I say we pay the deputies daughter a visit." Andy stated, looking over at Dean, "Watson back there said Amy was downtown."

Dean sighed, "Let's do it."