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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: ━︎━︎ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏, 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟎 𖤐 the south wing
. •︎ ━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎ ༺☆༻ ━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎━︎ •︎ .
"𝐍𝐎. 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐌. 𝐖𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just call us if you hear anything. Thanks." Sam hung up the phone.
"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked, while Lizzie was sitting next to Sam on the bed.
"Nope. Neither has, Jefferson or pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there?" Sam responds.
"No. Same last time I looked. Nothing I can make out. I love the guy, but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda." Dean replies.
"You know, maybe we should call the feds, file a missing persons." Sam says.
"We talked about this. Dad would be pissed if we put the feds on his tail."
"I don't care anymore." Sam responds, before looking over toward Lizzie, who was still up playing with her panda bear.
"Lizzie, I thought we told you to go to bed." Sam spoke, giving her a look.
Lizzie glared up at him. "I can't go to sleep with the lights still on. Also, not to mention, you guys talk really loud."
"Lizzie―︎" Dean was cut off, as his phone started ringing. He got up, looking for his phone.
"Dean, look. After all that happened back in Kansas―︎ I mean he should have been there. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and nothing." Sam states.
"I know." Dean replies, still looking for his phone.
Sam shook his head. "You know, he could be dead for all we know."
"Don't say that. He's not dead―︎ he's-he's.." Dean trails off.
"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam asks, as Dean finally finds his phone, flipping it open.
He pauses, as he looks at it. "I don't believe it."
"What?" Sam questions.
Dean sits down in between Sam and Lizzie. "It's a-a text message. Its coordinates."
