Part 5

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On the Sunday, marking the fourth month of the fallen angel's disappearance Sam dragged, I'm not kidding, he head to rip him off of his bed and then his door, he ended up breaking the bed and ripping out the door off of its hinges, Dean out of the bunker, in case Cas showed up, he agreed when he was knocked out, Dean could use, no more like he needed, a distraction.

"So get this," Sam said as they drove down the road, he had his laptop open and was reading articles out loud to catch up his brother on the case he had been tracking.

"Cemetery in Lawrence, Kansas, people have been going in and out not coming out." Sam said looking up to his brother from his computer.

"Weird," Dean said in a monotone voice while starring off into the road, thinking about how Cas had left and never come back either, even thou he prayed and called for him countless times. Maybe he shouldn't have come to this hunt, even thou he was forced to.

"You know Sammy maybe I should drop you off and head back just in case..." Dean didn't wanted to say his name or he knew he would brake down right there right now Sam sighed.

"In case what Dean? In case Cas comes back? If he shows up then I'm sure he can remember our phone numbers, he'll call if he needs us Dean. Don't worry about him right now, worry about this." He shoved a stack of newspapers and missing person's reports onto his lap, Dean took one and scanned it with his eyes while Sam continued talking.

"So I looked up all these people, who went missing, and the weird thing is that they all had two results. A date of birth and a date of when they went missing, but there were also dates of birth and death for the exact same name but at least twenty years ago. Weird right ? " The older hunter mumbled something affirmative and kept driving, this was going to be a long case.

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