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ᴀꜱʏʟᴜᴍ (ᴘᴛ 1)

"No, Dad was in California when we last heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for'munitions. 'Maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything," Sam says into the phone. Dean and Y/N are sitting off to the side, talking.

"Kay."

"Thanks."

"You bet." Sam puts the phone down and looks at Dean and Y/N.

"Caleb hasn't heard from him." Y/N asks.

"Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Anything leads in there?"

"No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out...I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda."

"You know, maybe we should call Feds. File a missing person's."

"We've talked about this. Dad will be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail," Dean says.

"I don't care anymore." Y/N's phone then rings. She crosses the room. "After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean...he should've been there, Dean. You and Y/N said it yourselves. You try to call him and... nothing?"

"We know!" She rummages through her duffel. "Where the hell is my phone?"

"You know, he could be dead for all we know," Sam says.

"Don't say that! He's not dead! He's-he's..."

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Y/N finds her phone and flicks it open.

"Huh. I don't believe it." Y/N says quietly.

"What?" Sam asks.

"It's, uh...It's a text message. It's coordinates."

==

A while later, Dean is typing on the laptop.

"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asks.

"He's given us coordinates before," Dean replies.

"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean."

"Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least."

"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?"

"Nah, it said 'unknown,'" Y/N says.

"Well, where do the coordinates point?" Sam asks.

"That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois."

"Ok, and that's interesting, how?"

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this. This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."

"Okay, I'm not following. What has this to do with us?"

"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see..." Y/N says grabbing the journal and skipping through the pages. "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths—till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go." Sam snorts.

"This is a job...Dad wants us to work a job."

"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?"

"Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing."

"Who cares! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me." Dean says.

"This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?" Sam asks.

"Sam! Dad's telling us to go somewhere; we're going." Sam gives Dean a bitchface and then looks at Y/N with his famous puppy dog eyes, but she shrugs.