Seeing Blind

89. Live Free or Twihard

EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF POLICE STATION - DAY

Alana asked, "Are the kids doing well? I haven't been notified of anything."

Dean nodded. "They're great. Bobby's enjoying having them around. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss 'em."

"I do too. More than I thought I would. We should pop by for a visit to Bobby or even pick up the kids. I just... I miss them."

"Yeah, maybe." He looked up as Sam approached. "Hey."

"What're you so stoked about?" Sam asked.

"What? Nothin'. Whaddya got?"

Sam handed over a pile of Missing Persons fliers which Dean leafed through. "Six girls in seven days, which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year -- all about the same age."

"And cute. But Seri's cuter." Sam scoffed. "Hey, ice cream comes in lots of flavors, Sam."

"Right. Sure. Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. Sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?"

"Well... six directions to go here," Alana said. "Pick a number."

"Seven. Another call just came in today."

They got into the Impala and drove down the road.

INT. KRISTIN'S HOUSE

Sam, Dean and Alana were speaking to Kristin's father.

"Kristin's a good kid," the father said. "A little naïve, sure... You try to be a good parent. Girls are hard."

Dean glanced at Alana with a soft smile.

"Right," Sam noted. "Well, we'd just like to find your daughter."

Kristin's father paused. "Last door on the left."

Dean glanced upstairs. "Thanks."

Sam, Dean and Alana climbed the stairs and Sam gave a quick glance back to the father.

"Whaddya think he was talking about?" Dean asked quietly.

"Drugs?" Sam guessed quietly.

Saoirse shrugged. "It could be anything."

Dean shrugged. They entered Kristin's room and he flipped on the light. The walls were painted red and covered with vampire posters. Vampire and gothic accessories were everywhere -- including vampire pillows on the bed.

"Oh, it is SO much worse," Dean commented.

Alana raised a brow. "That bad?"

"Yeah, that bad."

Sam snorted. "Vampires?"

His lip curled. "Ah, these aren't vampires, dude, these..." Sam shut the door and they caught sight of a full-sized cut-out of a teen heart-throb "vampire". "...These are douchebags."

"Yeah."

They glanced around the room.

"Wow," Dean commented.

"Hm." Sam went to the bed and started flipping back the covers. He looked under a pillow and found a red laptop. "Aha. All right." He moved over to her desk. "Let's see what we can see. All right."

He turned on the laptop; it made a screaming noise and a picture of an intense-looking fake vampire popped up. The three flinched.

"Th-that's super... uncomfortable," Sam said.

"What's HE so bummed about?" Dean wondered.

Sam started pressing keys and a password prompt popped up. Dean looked down and saw a paperback book on the desk, entitled "My Summer Blood". The cover illustration was a teenaged girl in a white nightgown, asleep on a bed, while a pale-skinned, handsome male vampire stood next to the open, moonlit-soaked window, staring down at her.