The problem as near as Dean Winchester was concerned was that Sam was being a bigger bitch then usual. Okay, so Dean had gone and sold his soul so his little brother could live. But, was that really a good reason for perpetual bitch-face from the ungrateful brat? No! It wasn't fair and it wasn't just.

Also, he was certain that Sam was up to something. Sure, he'd explained that if they tried to weasel their way out of the deal Sam would keel over, however; Dean was sure that Sam wasn't going to leave it alone. He was completely fucking incapable of leaving things be.

Sam pushed aside his mostly finished overdone fishwinch aside and concentrated on his laptop screen.

"You gonna eat that?" Dean asked.

"Knock yourself out."

Dean happily pulled Sam's platter towards himself with an index finger. "Found anything?"

"Yeah. I found several articles about some town called Arcadia. Nice, picturesque little place with schools that were well below the natural average in under-aged violence, sex, and drug use. The key word being 'were.' In the last month or so the averages have gone way up."

"Well, crap." Dean's usual eloquence came out flatly. He hated when demons messed with kids.

"Hey, listen to this. Arcadia High had a hostage situation. Some kid with a gun, names Prentiss Miller, went nuts. It says here that he just passed out after taking a girl hostage."

Prentiss…Dean rolled his eyes. Giving a kid a name like that was a guarantee of the kid getting his ass kicked.

Sam paused. That was odd... "Huh." He had a weird look on his face.

"What?" Dean demanded.

Sam pursed his lips. "A student's blog." The blog was called 'Friedman's World' and the student who wrote it was kind of a freak.

"Well."

"Apparently, this kid was there when it happened. Only he says that when Miller grabbed the girl…" Sam trailed off.

"Sam, if you don't tell me what the hell it says I'm gonna take this bottle of ketchup and squirt all over that giant hamster you call a hairdo."

"Okay. Okay," Sam's hand automatically went up to his hair.

Dean snickered.

"It says that before the electricity went…the girl was glowing and the Miller kid vomited up darkness."

Dean blinked. "Say what now?"

"I'm not kidding. The blog's writer even speculates on demonic possession. Well, either that or Miller was taken over by aliens."

Dean grimaced at the alien mention. Aliens…what was wrong with people? "And what does it say about the girl?"

"It doesn't. The writer uses letters in place of names. But he called her 'J'." Sam said with a frown. He hit previous. "A 'J' is mentioned in a lot of past posts…"

"What's with the face?"

"I'm not making a face."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I'm gonna go take a leak." And with that he slunk off the Diner's bathroom.

"Someone was actually dumb enough to go to Arcadia? Talk about having a death wish."

Sam looked up. It was demon girl herself. She called herself Ruby. She was blond, beautiful and lethal. She claimed to be able to get his brother out of his deal. And that was the only reason he let her live.

Ruby who normally had an attitude of too cool for school was chewing at her lip pensively.

"So, Arcadia is bad for demons." Sam smiled sardonically. "Maybe, I'll retire there."

Ruby scowled. "Let's just say it's unhealthy. The rumor is that the other side has a heavy hitter posted there."

"The other side?" Sam raised an inquisitive brow. She couldn't mean…

Ruby snorted at his puzzled expression. "Well, look who's the doubting Tommy."

"So…" Sam glanced down at the blog then back up at Ruby. "I don't suppose you know who this 'J' girl is?"

Ruby went pale and then she pasted on a smile, "I'm not worried. You hunters have a tendency to jump to the wrong conclusions."