Saving, Hunting, Defending

09. Asylum

Sam was on the phone. "No, Dad was in California last we 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."

"'kay."

"Thanks."

"You bet."

Sam looked to his brother and sister and Dean shook his head. "No, same as the last time I looked. Nothing Sandy or I can make out... I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda."

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

Sandra stared at Sam. "We've talked about this. Dad would be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail. Luna, clean up your toys. I won't tell you again."

Luna pouted as she sat on the ground. "I don't wanna."

"I don't care anymore." A phone rang and Dean crossed the room. "After all the happened back in Kansas, I mean... he should've been there, Dean, Sandy. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and... nothing."

"I know!" Dean cried, rummaging through his duffel. "Where the hell is my cell phone?"

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

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

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?"

Luna found her uncle's phone. He took it, giving her a smile, and flicked it open.

From: Unavailable

Subject:

Message 42, -89

9:52

BACK REPLY

"Huh," Dean noted quietly. "I don't believe it."

"What?" Sam and Sandra asked.

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

Dean began typing on his laptop.

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

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

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

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

Sandra quickly changed the subject. "Well, was there a number on the caller ID?"

Dean glanced at her. "Nah, it said 'unknown'."

"Where do the coordinates point?"

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

Sam frowned. "Okay, and that's interesting how?"

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this." He showed them the article. "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. Not sure if Sandy is. What does this have to do with us?"

"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see..." He found the page. "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths -- till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go."

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

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