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You call Dean's cell phone number for the tenth time and hang up when he still doesn't answer.
"Damn it Dean!" You yell in frustration as you sit in the drivers seat of the Impala.
You reach for your laptop in the back seat and begin to try your best at tracking down Dean's phone. Sam had showed you how to do it once, but you had never done it on your own before.
"Come on, come on...yes!" You say as the tracking system gives you a precise location. You only hope that he was where the tracker led you to and he hadn't lost his phone.
While you're driving you turn on the radio to distract yourself from all of the negative thoughts running through your head. You try to keep from assuming the worst and tell yourself to have a little more faith in Dean.
The whole situation was worrying you more than usual because Dean had mysteriously disappeared from the hotel room the two of you were staying in sometime during the night. Usually if he went out he would leave a note, but when you found the Impala still parked in the hotel parking lot you knew something was wrong.
You finally reach the tracked location which is an apple orchard. You get out and gather some hunting supplies from the trunk since you aren't sure what monster you would have to handle this time. After shutting the trunk you start making your way into the rows of apple trees.
It was still early enough in the morning to be dark outside and you call out Dean's name hoping he was somewhere in the area. A few minutes pass and you spot movement near the bottom of one of the apple trees and you are relieved to discover that its Dean cursing and struggling with the rope holding him in place.
Walking up from behind him you say, "Something tells me you aren't here to pick apples."
"No I'm here to get some apple pie, get it right sweetheart." Dean says in a smart aleck tone.
"Be nice I didn't have to come and save your apple bottom ass."
"We both know these aren't apple bottom jeans," Dean says with a smirk on his face as you cut the ropes freeing his hands.
"Yea sure, but now you need to explain to me what monster we're hunting down this time," you say helping him to his feet as he begins to explain how he ended up in an apple orchard of all places.
