"Bathroom, you know beer goes right through him." He walked full up to the car and pointed a finger at her, she started to mentally run through any reason she would get in trouble. "You are one sly cat. He never noticed a single one of those drinks." 
She smiled, titling her head, "Learned from the...best?" A noise from under the Impala caused her words to trail. The two looked at each other, Sam placed the journal next to Carmen and reached through the half cracked passenger window for his flashlight. Grabbing a hold of her wrist and pulling her off the hood and behind him. Thinking the last thing they needed was to spend the rest of the night in the emergence room because they got bit by a racoon. Bending down and looking under the car. Out from under came a black shadow followed by a small meow. Sam jumped back, shocked, but then letting out a pathetic airy laugh solely because a cat scared him that bad. 
While Carmen's eyes were wide, "Don't you dare..." She whispered at the cat who had come up and used her legs to rub against. She wasn't exactly sure who could hear the cat, but she wasn't ready for the endless question that she knew her brothers would have for her. Answers she had no idea how to even find, let alone know. "I wouldn't dream of it," 
"Did you say something?" He asked not knowing if she was talking to the cat or him, leaning towards the cat because it meowed in almost a response-like way. 
"Yeah, you should've seen your face. Priceless." 
Sam stood up and gave her a 'bitch' face, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, very funny."
"Aww, it's okay big brother, I'll protect you from the scary black cat." She remarked, reaching down and patting the cat's head. If what he said was true and he had something to do with my mother, then he couldn't be that bad, could he?"
Both were now leaning against the doors, the cat sat in between her legs. She could feel his purring, and the occasional head rub, but it all stopped suddenly. "You both need to get inside the car, now." She could only frown at his words. Opening her mouth the say something when she felt something grab onto both ankles and violently yanked her down. Seeing from the corner of her eyes that the same thing had happened to Sam. Seeing the face and panic in the cats eyes before it all went black. 
Not even 2 minutes later Dean walks out of the bar on his way to the Impala. Confused on why he couldn't see either of his siblings. Seeing the brown journal sat on the hood. Grabbing it and moving to the backseat, thinking maybe that Carmen was asleep and he just missed Sam. But no one was in the Impala. Looking around at the dusty parking lot. A small group coming out of the bar, he went up to one of the bikers and his girlfriend, who were drunk. "Hey, you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so." The two of them shook their heads before walking away. 
"Carmen! Sam!"
Looking around where his eyes found a surveillance camera on the top of a streetlight. "Sammy! Carmen! Guys!" He shouted walking into the middle of the deserted road, now more desperate on where his siblings where. 
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It was officially morning when Dean made it to the police department. A deputy, Kathleen, was looking over Dean's ID. "So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington?" She asked, handing him back the badge. "I'm working a missing persons."
"I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police."
"Oh, no, there's someone else. Actually, two people, my cousins, we were havin' a few last night at this bar down by the highway, and I haven't seen them since." He explained as she slightly raised a brow and asked the obvious question, "Do your cousins have a drinking problem?"
"Sam? Two beers and he's doin' karaoke. Carmen, she's underage, besides she sneaks a sip and spit it straight out. No, they were taken." Kathleen nodded her head and finally took a seat at her computer. "Alright, what's your cousin's names?" He followed, taking a seat in the chair in front of her desk, "Winchester. Sam and Carmen Winchester,"