As a 1967 Chevy Impala attempted to navigate through the busy as hell streets of upstate New York, it was clear the driver was not used to such traffic. In the car, Dean was silently stewing over their newest case in his head. Chuck had tipped Sam and him off earlier that week that there was someone like Anna in Manhattan, and after a bit of digging through the records, Sam had found something. Just, not completely in the records.

Five years ago, a twelve year old kid had been the subject of a nation-wide manhunt. Aparently this kid had also blown up several national monuments over the recent years. And now he had recently gone missing. The brothers figured the teen had thought he'd turned psycho and ran from home when he had started hearing angels.

As they pulled up into the front parking lot of an apartment complex overlooking Central Park, they both got out in their suits, double checking their pistols and badges. The pair headed into the apartment building, and after asking for directions at the front desk, they took the elevator to the mother's floor. Exchanging glances as they knocked on the door, they waited for an answer.

The woman who opened the door was in her mid thirties. Dean tried not to stare, but him being Dean of course he did. The woman was attempting to look happy but for them, it was clear she had been grieving. Flawlessly, the two took out their badges and flashed them at her, before stashing them away. "Ma'am, I'm Agent Hendrickson, and this is my partner Agent Whitney. We're here to investigate the disappearance of your son, Mrs. Blofis." Sam said, his voice kind and soft.

She gave them a slight smile while inviting them in. Sally led them to a kitchen, where she gestured to two chairs for them to sit down.

"Help yourself to the cookies." She told them. "I bake when I'm worried." Dean immediately grabbed one of the blue cookies on the table (blue or not, a cookie was a cookie, and cookies were food) earning a kick from sam under the table.

"Mrs. Blofis, we are going to ask you some routine questions that, hopefully, will help us find your son." Sam explained, causing her to nod along.

"Please call me Sally. And anything to find my son." She said, resting her hands on the counter.

"Of course Sally." Sam said, smiling at her and decided to jump right in. "Now, had your son been acting weirdly before he disappeared? Maybe a migraine or signs of depression of some sort?" Sam asked, making sure the first few questions seemed plausible so she wouldn't think they were fake. And besides, hearing voices could be a sign of depression.

"No matter how… depressed, Percy wouldn't run away, I'm sure of that. He was far to caring about his friends and family. But, he did say he had heard voices in his head a few days before he disappeared." Sally shook her head. Sam shared a glance with Dean, who was glancing around the small lounge and looked about ready to go if it weren't for the cookies with his name on them.

However, Sam wanted to make sure it wasn't just some teenager with a bullying problem. "Now Sally, did Percy tell you what the voices were saying?" He asked. Sally looked like she was about to ask why it would matter but he cut her off.

"If he mentioned any people or places, it might help us locate where he is." Sam explained.

She frowned, thinking. "He mentioned a Sam and Dean, and then something about seals. Other than that, he never really told me what he heard." She remembered.

Sam nodded. "Now, one last thing. Is there anyone who might know where he went? Or, at least have some idea?" he asked, Dean remaining silent as he stuffed himself with cookies.

Sally pondered it for a few seconds. "Rachel Dare might be able to help you gentlemen." she said, observing Dean as he stuffed himself with more cookies. Instead of being slightly offended as she might be with anyone else. It reminded her so much of Percy that she couldn't find it in herself to be offended.

"Should I get you some to go?" she asked wryly, giving a slight smile. Sam shot an extremely apologetic glance at her.

Dean's only response was, "These are great!" through a full mouth.