Reckless and Brave

XII. Live and Let Die (Part I)

[Asylum]

The Winchester siblings were seated in a motel room. Sam was on the phone. "No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he come to you for 'munitions...maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you near anything."

After a moment, Sam said, "Thanks."

Sam got off the phone and turned to Dean who was flipping through John's journal. Holly was drinking coffee and looking through something.

Dean frowned, seeing the expression on Sam's face. "No, same as the last time I looked. Nothing I can make out...I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like friggin' Yoda."

Holly sniggered before saying, "Clever, D."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missin' persons."

Dean met his brother's eyes. "We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail."

Sam frowned. "I don't care anymore."

A cell phone started ringing and Dean neared his bag. Sam continued, "After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean...he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and...nothing."

"I know!" Dean exclaimed. He searched through his duffel bag. "Where the hell is my cell phone?"

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

Holly jumped up. "No, he's not! He's not dead! He's--"

Sam frowned at her. "He's what? He's hiding? He's busy? Holly, come on. Where else could he be?"

She shook her head and said sadly, "I don't know, but he's not dead."

Dean opened the phone and said softly, "Huh. I don't believe it."

Sam turned to his brother. "What?"

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

Dean made his way to the laptop and pulled up the coordinates. "You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asked.

Holly pursed her lips. "He's given us coordinates before."

Sam glanced at her. "The man can barely work a toaster, Holly."

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

Sam let out a sigh. "Well, was there a number on the caller ID?"

"Nah, it said 'unknown'."

"Well, where do the coordinates point?"

Dean met his siblings eyes. "That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois."

Holly rested her head on her hands as she asked, "How is that interesting?"

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this." He turned the computer so Sam and Holly could see. "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."

Sam frowned. "Okay, I'm not following. What has this have to do with us?"

Holly snagged the journal and flipped to a page. "Dad earmarked this."

Dean read it, since he knew Holly would stumble. "Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths--til last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go."