Unbreakable Hope

46. Live Free or Twi-hard

EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF POLICE STATION - DAY / INT. LISA'S HOUSE - DAY

Dean stood in front of the Impala talking to Lisa on the phone. "Hey -- so, uh, I'm actually not far. I'm about a night's drive."

"Yeah?" Lisa asked hopefully. "So, ya think...?"

"Well, there's some stuff I gotta do here first."

"Of course."

"But I was thinkin' that, uh, I'll wrap up here, and, y'know, make sure I'm not followed... I'll have to take side streets, and I'd have to come at night-"

Lisa happily interrupted him. "Will you just shut up and get your ass home? I can't wait to see you. This thing's getting old."

Dean smiled. "Yeah."

"Well, call us when you're close." She paused. "And be careful."

"'Course." He hung up as Sam and Elena 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." 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. Pick a number."

"Seven," Elena said. "Another call just came in today."

They got into the Impala and drove down the road.

INT. KRISTIN'S HOUSE

Sam, Dean and Elena 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."

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

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

Dean and Elena glanced upstairs. "Thanks."

Sam, Dean and Elena 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.

Elena shrugged. "Could be anything."

Dean shrugged. They entered Kristin's room and Penelope 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.

Elena looked around and nodded. "It's -- I don't even have a word for it."

Sam snorted. "Vampires?"

Dean's 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."

"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."