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"Rufus come on now you got to help me keep everyone off Sam and Dean's back!" Dean heard Bobby snap at the other hunter over the phone.

They were in some pretty deep shit here and he saw no way of getting him and his brother out.

"Look, Ellen, Tracy and Mac are helping as much as they can, Rufus! Rufus they didn't have anything to do with that boys murder! Yeah I'm sure! Don't you take that tone with me old man!"

He heard Sam sigh and turned to look at him.

"How did we get into this mess Dean?"

"I don't know Sammy but we got to figure out away to get out of it."

"And how do you suppose we do that huh? Bobby had to call in reinforcements on this one. Ellen, Tracy, Mac. Their doing all they can to keep the heat off and Bobby is too,"

"Rufus, Jacob's death was… it was horrible, but they didn't have anything to do with that one either." Bobby was saying his tone softer his grief evident.

"He's having a hard time I get that Sam but all we can do is tell Bobby what happened and find the fucker that killed both Jake and Evan." Dean said waiting for Bobby to get off the phone.

"About that," Bobby broke in, "why don't you just go ahead and tell me what exactly happened." He said joining Sam and Dean at the table in the dining room.

"Well you called to let us know about the witches," Sam started.

"And when we left we went straight there that's when we found Jacob." Dean inserted after Sam.

The Impala tore up the dirt road as Sam and Dean headed towards another hunt. They got the call from Bobby yesterday saying there maybe some witch activity in the area. But when they pulled up to the sight, what they saw would change all of them.

"Dean there's the victim." Sam said pointing out the window towards a mangled looking body in the middle of a clearing surrounded by rocks and next to a makeshift altar. Dean parked the car as close as he could get it without disturbing any evidence. They got out of the car and walked over to the body of a man.

"Oh shit!" Dean said looking down at the man that was wearing a trucker hat, flannel shirt and blue jeans. His face cut and bruised almost beyond recognition.

"Dean what is it you know this guy?"

"Yeah, yeah I know him. I hunted with him a few times when you were at school. His name is Jacob Reeves." Dean said as he felt his stomach turn.

"Well it looks like he got mixed in with some pretty heavy shit. Look at this they carved a symbol on his chest and the palms of both hands." Sam said disgusted from all the blood.

"You take a few pictures of it send it to Bobby and we'll do our own research on it. I'm going to look around see if these sons of bitches left anything behind." With that, Dean left Sam to do whatever it is that he had to do and looked over the altar. It was your standard black altar everything about it was twisted to serve the practice of the dark arts.

He had no idea what he was going to tell Lissie, Jacob's sister. Then there was Jacob's little boy, Lee. He was just five years old and now would face a life without his father. He shook his head to free himself of these thoughts. He needed to keep a clear head so he could kill the thing or things that killed Jake. So he could bring justice to his family.

He took another look at the altar. It didn't look any different than the rest they had seen because they all looked the same. But it did look like someone had cleaned up after themselves real good though.

"Dean I'm done couldn't find anything though." Sam said as he walked over to the altar, "How about you?"

"Nah everything looks like they always do. But whoever did the ritual cleaned up after themselves." Dean said not taking his eyes off the altar.

"Alright lets head back to the motel and let me look this up."

"I'm going to drop you off I have to go see someone first."

"Who?"

"Jacob's sister, I have to tell her before she hears it through the grape vine."

"Dean we don't have," Sam started but Dean cut him off.

"She's only an hour away Sam I have to do this for her. She'll be devastated." Dean snapped and Sam only nodded his head. He could understand if it had been him waiting to hear about Dean he would want to know as well.

"So you went to see Lissie?" Bobby asked as he adjusted his trucker hat.

"Yeah, I knew she would want to hear it from me. And I couldn't let her hear it from someone else much less someone she barely knew."

Dean parked the Impala outside and looked at the log cabin in front of him. It looked like it always did not a thing has changed in the last few years. With a sigh he climbed out the car letting the door shut behind him, if he didn't get to it Lissie would think he was some crazy stalker. She might like that better than the news he was brining her.

With a heavy heart he climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. Before he knew she was standing there looking up at him with her big blue eyes. She hadn't changed at all her black hair was long reaching past her shoulders. She wore a black Billy Idol concert tee, too tight blue jeans and her heeled boots made her look taller than her normal five two self.

"Dean! Oh geez man I haven't seen you in years how have you been?" She asked beaming up at him.

"Good, I guess," He mumbled trying to smile but it came out more like a grimace.

"Well come on in Lee is taking a nap but I know he would love to see you." She said taking his hand and dragging him in the house.

The inside of the house hadn't changed much either. A small TV was pressed up against the wall, a large kitchen just off to the right. They even had the same beat up leather couch and chair set.

"Well come on sit, sit and tell me how have you been? I hear Sam's back with you." She said as she pulled him down to the couch to sit beside her.

"Listen Lissie I have," Dean tried to start but Lissie interrupted.

"Oh man, I have missed you Dean, you should stay for dinner! Jake should be back sometime today. But he hasn't called so I don't know for sure." Her smile was as bright as he remembered and he hated that he would be the one that would take that smile from her face.

"Lissie, Jake's the reason I'm here." He said slowly hating himself for this.

"Oh you heard from him that's nice." Her smile faltered as if she knew he had come to tell her bad news. She took her hands out of his and smoothed away imaginary wrinkles.

"Lissie please I need you to listen to me." He said retaking her hands his thumbs rubbing circles onto her palms.

"I am listening Dean,"

"Me and Sam, uh, we found your brother. He was mur-,"

"No don't tell me that. Please Dean not you. Please don't tell me that!" She pleaded trying to take her hands back but he held firm. Then he saw the tears beginning to form in her blue eyes.

"Lissie I am so sorry but he was killed." he said pulling her to him.

"By, by what?" Came her muffled question.

"We're not sure yet." He said as he ran a hand down her hair trying to calm her sobs.

She pulled away so she could look him in the eye, he wanted to wipe that look of despair off her face but knew he couldn't.

"Well you find out what did this and you kill it. Do you hear me Dean Winchester? You kill the thing that took Jacob away from Lee and me."

"I will I promise Lissie."

"After that I took her and Lee to get her brothers body. And we gave Jake a hunters funeral."

Sam, Dean, Lissie and five year old Lee stood around the burning pyre. Lissie stood tall barely leaning on Dean for help. She needed to stand strong for the little boy that was now solely in her care. Lissie had not been the only one to lose someone. Dean and Lee had also. Jake was a good man from all accounts didn't deserve the end that met him.

Oh Sam knew only too well that something was going to get them at some point in this line of work and that didn't make it any easier when it happened to a friend or loved one.

"Sam I don't know you but your Dean's brother so I trust you." Lissie said now with a sleeping Lee on her hip. The little boy's fist curled up in Lissie's leather jacket. The moon reflected off his black hair making him look like he wore a halo. Sam could see the soft rise and fall of his chest and felt for the boy who would never see his dad again and Sam knew all too well what that felt like.

"I trust you to help find my brother's killer." She says putting a slim hand on his arm.

"We'll do our best Lissie for you and Lee."

"Thank you Sam, take care of yourself. I can feel something big building something bad is coming our way."

He nodded and walked off towards the car leaving Dean and Lissie to talk.

"What will you do now Lissie?" Dean asked.

"We're going to go stay with Ellen for a little while. She needs help what with Jo off hunting."

"Take care of yourself Lissie and take care of that little boy."

"I will Dean you do the same."

"I am so sorry that it was this that brought me your way again." He said putting his palm on her cheek. He smiled a little when she leaned into his touch.

"Things happen for a reason Dean. I have to believe that. Be safe Winchester there's a storm blowing our way and I'm not sure who's gonna make it out alive."

"Another one of your psychic things?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"Could be, Good bye Dean." She stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him lightly on the lips with that she walked away and towards her beat up truck.

"What did she mean by that?" Bobby asked as he poured all three of them another round of whiskey.

Sam just shrugged his shoulder's while Dean rubbed his hands down his face.

"Maybe she meant all this. Who knew that so much would come of it? That things would go so wrong." Dean muttered.

"Tell me what happened with Evan." Bobby said.