carry on my wayward son [closed]

"He's a mean son of a bitch. He once ruled with Lucifer as his right hand man, but now. I really am not sure about him. Why?" Dean questioned.

With a deep breath, Cady pushed the note book towards him and frowned.

"Sometimes, if I dream, I wake up to clues and this is what I saw in the cracked mirror when I woke up."

"Crowley..." Dean narrowed his eyes. "You think he could have something to do with your dad?" Dean asked right as Caistel appeared. "Damn it Cass!" Dean looked at the angel.

"I don't know," Cady mumbled with a shrug, jumping slightly as Castiel appeared and chuckling slightly at Dean's reaction, "Did you find out anything?"

"It wasn't funny. He always seems to scare the crap out of me." Dean took and smiled as he took and shook his head a little.

"There, there," Cady said, patting Dean's arm and grinning.

"I don't have anything that explains your father's death yet, as far as I can see, it wasn't his time..." Castiel told them.

"I thought that everyone had a specific time?" Sam added as he joined them.

"That is true, but... something went wrong."

"So what, is he alive or dead still? Do you think Crowley has something to possible do with it?" Dean suggested looking at Castiel before looking at Cady and shaking his head grinning.

"I can't answer that," Castiel told them with a frown, "I can't find him... he's not in heaven and I couldn't find him in the books for hell either."

"Wait, there's books... like check in sheets for heaven and hell?"

"How else would we keep track?"

Dean frowned, "It's starting to sound more and more like Crowley and his mother, Rebecca." Dean sighed.

"Rebecca..." Cady repeated with a frown, not wanting to believe it and swallowing past the lump that had formed in her throat, "My dad was dating a woman named Rowena, who sometimes mentioned a Rebecca..."

Dean looked at her, "Really?" Dean questioned looking at Caistel seeing the look. "This isn't good at all." Dean sighed.

"At least I have somewhere to start," Cady replied quietly.

Dean nodded his head, "What's our game plan?" Dean questioned.

"I don't know yet," Cady answered with a shrug, "The first thing I need to do is figure out what really happened to my dad, or at least where he is."

"How are you going to do that?" Sam added with a frown.

"The old fashioned way... I'm going to the crossroads."

"What you can't? You go there, it's always making a deal." Dean looked at her.

"I'm not going there to make a deal... it's all about a person's intention," Cady told him.

"I don't think someone's intention matters to the crossroads demons," Sam argued.

"I'm not relying on my intentions alone," Cady replied.

Dean looked at her, "I am going with you." Dean told her.

"You can come with me, but this is my fight... I have to do this," Cady told him, "Just keep in mind that you know me, no matter what happens, I'm still that person."

Dean nodded his head, "I know." He took and lent in kissing her lips deeply and looking at her.

"Let's go," Cady stated as she pulled away, "This won't take long."

***

"Be careful," Sam told them both.