EVELYN'S POV:
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"Has he called yet?" I asked. Dad didn't say anything as he stared at his phone as if that was gonna make grandpa magically realize he needs to tell us he's okay. We were in New Orleans and pupa was somewhere else on a hunt or something. We don't know if he's okay. He left about a week ago and hasn't called us back, so lets just say dad and I are losing our minds.

"That's a no." I mumbled to myself. I grabbed my phone and dailed his number. The phone rang a million times then went to voice mail. I groaned and threw it on the bed.

"We have to go after him." I said. Dad sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

"No we can't." dad said. I rolled my eyes.

"Why the he'll not?" I questioned loudly. Dad turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder.

"Becuase you know we can't. He doesn't want us to."

"I don't care! I wanna,know where he is! I wanna know if-" I was cut off by dads phone ringing. We both dove for it, knocking it off the table and causing it to fly off and across the motel room. We both ran after the phone and dove for it again, bumping into each other heads first. We both grunted and rubbed our heads for a second. The phone had stopped ringing.

"Fucking hell." dad mumbled. We gave pupa enough time to leave a voice mail before checking the phone. Dad played it back quite a few times. The message was very ominous, and it made both of us nervous.

"We have to find him." Dad said after a minute.

"That's what I've been trying to say." I grumbled. Dad locked eyes with me.

"Not dad. Sammy."

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Okay let me get this straight, its not that I didn't want to see Sam, of course I did, he's my uncle and I missed him a lot. But he walked out on us two years ago. Was I still bitter about it? Yes! Of course I was! He missed so much in mine, dad, and pupa'd life! I hit puberty by this point.

I was sitting in the passenger seat of the impala being bitter and glaring out the window as the usual classic rock flowed from the speakers. I adjusted my army jacket pupa gave me when I turned ten and leaned my head against the window.

"Why are we doing this. We can find him by ourselves." I said. I didn't want to drive from Louisiana to freakin California.

"Yeah, well I don't want to, and I know you don't either." dad replied. I huffed and rolled my eyes slightly.

"Don't give me that Eveie. I know you're mad he left, we all were." he said. I glanced at dad but didn't say anything.

"He got out. Think about it like that. Sammy got a chance to be a normal collage kid, and he probably loved it." dad said.

"You never get out." I grumbled. That's what pupa always said. Once you're in, you're in, there's no going back to normal. Dad sighed.

"I know, but at least he got two years." I sighed at his words. Part of me couldn't help but wonder why we didn't get two normal years also. The thought was quickly pushed away becuase I didn't want to be a normal kid. I didn't know how so I didn't really care. We saved people on a daily basis, we make the world a better place... Right? I shuffled over and leaned my head on Dad's shoulder and closed my eyes, falling asleep after a while.

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We were at a gas station when I woke up. I sat up and stretched, rubbing my eyes. I looked around and saw dad walking out of the gas station with a bag in his hand. Dad must've already pumped gas because he got in the car.

"They had pie." dad said. I was imidatly awake. Dad pulled out a plastic to-go box and opened it up. The sweet smell of cinommon and apple filled my nose. I smiled and signed contently as dad sliced me a piece and put it on a paper plate. I took it from him along with the plastic fork he gave me. I cut a piece off of the end and took a bite. The warm, gooy, delicious food spread over my tongue.

Dad and I ate until only enough pie for two more slices. We put the pie up and dad started the car and left. I leaned back and looked out the window as we drove, watching the scenery pass by. After a while it all got boring though. Unless you're in a state that has palm trees, its all either pine trees or normal ones. Now I'm thinking about trees. Why am I like this when I'm bored?

I sighed and reached over and turned on the radio. Thubderstruck by ACDC filled the car. I rested my head on the back of the seat and stared up at the ceiling. I didn't know what I was gonna do when I say Sammy again. I didn't know if i'd still be bitter or if i'd be happier to see him than I'm letting on.

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We're in California now. We made a couple of stops at a few different areas to see the stuff there was to see, and dad even took some pictures. We were currently standing by the railing of a boardwalk. I could smell and feel the ocean breeze from where we stood. The sound and sight of the waves was calming.

"How far away from Stanford are we now?" I asked without looking at Dad.

"Well its about four or five now, we should be there around eleven to twelve." Dad explained. I nodded.

"Should we get going then?" I asked as I pushed off the railing. Dad nodded chrtlg before getting off the railing as well. We walked back to the Impala. Dad got into the drivers side and I got in the front passenger.

"Get some sleep Eve, ill wake you up when we get to Stanford." dad said. I nodded and leaned my head on his shoulder. It took me a while but eventually I did manage to fall asleep.