Dean woke up the next morning with Molly standing next to the bed, getting dressed.
"Need to be at the station." She said simply and Dean said nothing as she finished getting dressed and walked out. He sighed and got out of the bed. He showered and quickly threw some clothes on. He drove back to the motel that he and Sam were staying at. Sam looked up as his brother walked into the room, guessing where his brother had probably been all night. He sighed but said nothing. They were silent as they sat around the motel room. They hadn't said much since they had found the room empty, nothing more than what was necessary. Suddenly Dean's cellphone started to go off. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered in a hollow voice.
"Hello?" He waited a moment and suddenly jumped up, reinvigorated. "What? Where?" He waited a couple off seconds. "On my way." He hung and laughed?! Sam looked at his brother in surprise. How could he be laughing at a time like this. Dean saw the strange look his brother had been giving him and explained, delighted suddenly. "They screwed up. Those little (xxxxxxxxxxxx) that took her screwed up and now, we got 'em!" Sam suddenly understood why his brother was so happy. The 2 brothers raced to the impala and sped to the station. When they arrived Officer Glass came over to greet them. She was smiling.
"We got 'em. The man was caught in a grocery store in town. He's being questioned right now." She explained as she led them into a room that had the window into the interrogation room. They all looked as the man was asked a question by the officer in front of him.
"Why'd you do it?"
"We felt that we could do a better job of taking care of her. She had almost nothing when she arrived, just a few clothes and a couple of beat up toys. It broke our hearts to see a child neglected like that so, we took action and we don't regret it. She's safe now, with people who care about her." The man shrugged and Dean growled, his blood boiling. He stormed out of the room, Sam and Officer Glass's protests falling on deaf ears. He threw open the door to the interrogation room and stormed over the handcuffed man. Dean punched him in the face and he paid no attention to the others coming in to get him off of the man who took his daughter.
"Where is she? Where is my daughter? If you don't tell me where she is, then I swear I will kill you." Dean threatened and the man stammered something about a cabin and his wife in the woods. "An address." Dean growled and the man gulped and rattled off the address of the cabin. The officers immediately carted the man away and, telling Sam and Dean to wait there at the station, gathered at the police cruisers and took off.
