"We're doing this again?", he asked instantly, still ignoring John, who hadn't moved from the doorway, "Mysterious girl pretends she doesn't want anything to do with me...falls into bed with me every time we meet and then runs off into the night? Why are you doing this to yourself?"

He asked her the questions in an almost sympathetic voice. John sat down on the bed behind Dean, his eyebrow raised as he did so, watching his son's heart break into a million pieces with every word.

"Tell me what you know about Mika. Don't play stupid either...because my mind is playing tricks on me. It's either the alcohol or something about you really reminds me of her...", he rasped out, his eyes a bit watery, "I found a note...and before I leave...I have to know if you have something of hers. You know who she is...I know it..."

John narrowed his eyes, suddenly extremely worried about his eldest. He looked around the room, finding the note with his eyes. He instantly stood from the bed and picked the piece of paper up, scanning it with troubled eyes.