Dean jumped into the Impala back seat, shoving Sam over roughly, "Move..."

There was something about this girl he couldn't shake.  She never seemed to stay around when John was around.  She never seemed to want to talk about much else than the bar they were in, or the trouble she had been in, that she seemed to find everywhere.  It was as if she was a ghost.  Obviously, he knew better.  He had never heard of a ghost that had sex with men, in which they didn't lose their eyes or heart...or something.

"Dean...", he heard Sam whisper in the background, and he snapped to the current, looking at his little brother.  His eyes were filled with tears he didn't even know were there.  Some were directed at John, and the rage he felt at his dad for being such a damn prison warden.  Some were directed at the feeling of losing Mika every...single...time he was forced to deal with this again.  But he needed to deal with it.

"I don't wanna talk about it, Sammy..."

John opened the door to the Impala and sat down in the drivers seat, letting a long sigh leave his throat.  He didn't put the keys into the ignition.  He didn't make a move to leave, which caused Dean's heart to skip a beat.  After a while, he turned his head to the side, "I know you're mad, son.  But this is for the best.  At the end of the day, it's the three of us.  I miss her too, but you have to let her go.  What do you think Bobby would say, if you brought this up?"

"Bobby has enough common sense to look into it, Dad.", Dean answered, careful not to speak too out of hand in front of Sam.

"AND HE HAS!", John screamed, causing them both to jump as he hammered the steering wheel with his fists, "I'm done with this...I mean it Dean."

"And mom?"

"Dean...", Sam and John both whispered at the same time.

"Yeah...we don't talk about that, do we?  Just go.  Minnesota and your death trap are calling.", Dean lashed out, leaning his head back against the seat.  He reached into the front seat and grabbed his Dad's journal, opening it to their current case.  After reading over the coordinates, he pulled out his phone, like a broken record, and simply texted them to Kenzi.