"Yeah?" He replied, seeming lost.
"We were Mary's friends. We are so sorry for your loss. We-"
"What loss?" He interrupted. Sam and Dean looked at each other in disbelief.
"Your, umm, daughter. Sir." Dean said.
"Loss... What... What happened?" He demanded.
"You didn't know?" Sam asked.
"Know what? I let her visit her mother for the school year, which turns into summer, then more years... and I haven't heard a word from either of them. That bit- sorry. What happened?" He said, his anger dissolved into worry for his daughter. Dean chuckled to himself after looking around Mr. Finchwater into his living room. There were probably a hundred empty beer cans and food wrappers. He regained his composure quickly, and tried to meet Mr. Finchwater's eyes.
"Sir, Mary is-"
"Missing." Sam cut in before Dean could say 'dead'.
"Yeah, missing. We came by to pay our respects." Dean put in.
"Why here? She moved in with her mother in Florida. She's not in Washington anymore." He replied with a hollow voice.
"But-" Dean started, only to be inturrupted again by Sam.
"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry." He said then started walking back to the Impala. Once inside, Dean gave Sam an annoyed look.
"What the hell was that?" He demanded.
"No use, Dean. If something's up, we'll find it." He said while looking at their dad's journal.
"Dean!" Sam called from behind his laptop, where he'd been the entire day.
"Yeah?" He called back.
"Come here!" He waited until Dean was in the roon. "Sarah Finchwater died from a heart attack in '96. That was fourteen years ago. Mary has been living in a orphanage
"We were Mary's friends. We are so sorry for your loss. We-"
"What loss?" He interrupted. Sam and Dean looked at each other in disbelief.
"Your, umm, daughter. Sir." Dean said.
"Loss... What... What happened?" He demanded.
"You didn't know?" Sam asked.
"Know what? I let her visit her mother for the school year, which turns into summer, then more years... and I haven't heard a word from either of them. That bit- sorry. What happened?" He said, his anger dissolved into worry for his daughter. Dean chuckled to himself after looking around Mr. Finchwater into his living room. There were probably a hundred empty beer cans and food wrappers. He regained his composure quickly, and tried to meet Mr. Finchwater's eyes.
"Sir, Mary is-"
"Missing." Sam cut in before Dean could say 'dead'.
"Yeah, missing. We came by to pay our respects." Dean put in.
"Why here? She moved in with her mother in Florida. She's not in Washington anymore." He replied with a hollow voice.
"But-" Dean started, only to be inturrupted again by Sam.
"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry." He said then started walking back to the Impala. Once inside, Dean gave Sam an annoyed look.
"What the hell was that?" He demanded.
"No use, Dean. If something's up, we'll find it." He said while looking at their dad's journal.
"Dean!" Sam called from behind his laptop, where he'd been the entire day.
"Yeah?" He called back.
"Come here!" He waited until Dean was in the roon. "Sarah Finchwater died from a heart attack in '96. That was fourteen years ago. Mary has been living in a orphanage
