Supernatural: The Full First Season

Asylum

Sam's on the phone. "No, Dad was in California last time we heard from him." Pause. "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." Pause. "Thanks."

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asks, looking through his dad's journal.

"Nope. Neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim," Sam says."What about the journal? Any leads in there?"

"Nope. Nothin' I can make out," I shrug. "I know a lot of info on everything, but this dude's literally encrypted to the max."

"Maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person's," Sam says.

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

"I don't care anymore. After all that happened back in Kansas. I mean, he should have been there, Dean. You said so yourself," Sam says. My phone is ringing. "You tried to all him and nothing."

"Eli's looking," I say. "Where the Hell is my cell phone?" I'm rummaging around.

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

"Don't say that," Dean growls. "He's not dead. He's-"

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam asks as I find my phone.

I scoff, "I don't believe it." The phone has coordinates as a message from Eli.

"What?" Sam asks.

"It's a text message," Dean's peeking over my shoulder. "It's coordinates."

Dean's on the computer. "You think Dad's texting Eli?" Sam asks.

"Either that or he's tracked him down," I shrug.

"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean, Elisa," Sam says.

"Sam, this is good news. It means he's okay, or alive-"

"And how do you know?" Sam cuts Dean off.

"Eli sent it from an unknown caller's message. That means he's found something or has contacted someone," I say.

"Okay, well, where do the coordinates point?" Sam asks.

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

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

"He checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this," I say, leaning over Dean. "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 does this have to do with us?" Sam asks.

"Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal," Dean says. "Let's see." He starts flipping through it. "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings. Two deaths, till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go."

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

"And maybe we'll meet up with him. Maybe he's there," I say.

"And maybe he's not," Sam says. "I mean, maybe he could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing."

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

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

"Sam, what's the harm in going?" I ask.