The Impala was not what Henry expected. He had known that hunters were often mobile but they had to have a base right? The Campbells (who were now his in-laws, of all things) were well known for roaming around the whole of Kansas and its neighboring states yet kept a house in Lawrence for those too young for the job and the rare elderly member. However, the youngest Winchesters didn't have resources like that. Instead, their clothes, weapons, stray materials, and, Grandfather, were kept in the trunk or backseat of an old, rumbling, black car; The Impala or 'Baby' if you were Dean.

"Don't you have a researcher of some sort?" Henry asked Sam while they waited Dean to come out of a convenience store in Ohio.

"John's journal was a go to when we first started hunting without him," Sam began. "but there are lots of place to find good lore online, even some legitimate sites put up by hunters so you don't have to wade through unfounded stuff and sparkly vampire crap-"

"Sparkly vampires?"

"Long story. And we had Bobby, too. He was the best researcher we had, hunters across the country relied on him."

"What happened?"

"Leviathan burned down his library and killed him." Sam said it coldly, a recent wound then.

"My condolences." Henry said. "You were close?"

"He was like a father to us, worked with us, too." Henry cocked his head as Sam realized what he had said with a wince. "Henry, the thing about John-"

"Alright!" Dean opened his door and swung himself in. "Fueled up and ready to go! Think we can make it to Lebanon my midnight?"

"Not if you actually drive the speed limit." Sam snorted.

"No fun at all." Dean sighed and brought the car roaring to life.