John had learned of a whoodoo man in BackTrack Ohio who could work a spell to tell a man how to kill any monster that would ever cross his path. So with the thought of the yellow eyes on his brain John packed up his sons in the back seat and headed to Ohio much to Sam's protests and whining. The kid was upset at the idea of leaving another school. Dean was talking up how exciting it would be for Sammy to have a brand knew libery to visit. Dean always knew how to handle Sam better then John did. The man figured it was because Dean was so very much like his mother and little Sam well Sam was as much as John hated to cop to it 110% John's son. He just hoped things worked out better for the kid then they had for him. The first step for that to happen though would be to get rid of yellow eyes before he could hurt them again.

The whoodoo man was named Victor Sweet and he lived in a nice house on a quite street in BackTrack. He seemed real willing and happy to help when John told him why he had come but the man said their was a catch. Not everyone could have the spelled worked on them but he was willing to test John the next night in the graveyard on south Cruise street. John agreed and asked if he had to prepare in anyway. The man only said the test worked best if the subject had loved ones around them. But the test could be done without but it would be less likely to be a positive resault.

So John, Dean and Sammy entered the graveyard the next evening.

"I don't like this Dean." Sam said looking a bit scared. Though Dean couldn't fault the kid for that this mojo stuff freaked him out too.

"It'll be okay Sammy. Dad won't let anything happen to you."

Dean tightened his hold on Sammy's hand.

Sweet was waiting for them.

He gave them a wide smile. "Welcome don't worry none children this is the easy part." He said. "John come here to me and stand real still. You boys try to stand as still as you can too okay?" Sam and Dean nodded then stood very still. "Now I'm calling the local reaper out and asked them a question. You won't be able to see them and neather will I but they will be able to anwser our question."

Sweet then chanted a bit and drew a picture in the loose dirt of a fresh grave and in a loud voice asked. "Now with respect I justed wanted to ask sir or madam could you kindly tell us here if this fellow is fit to visit death to learn the secrets he seeks?"

A wirlwind of loose dirt kicked up and danced around John then Sam and then Dean then it ended. Sweet motioned them to stay still a bit longer. Dean really didn't like this now.

Then clear as a bell a voice wispered just loud enought for them to hear. "No. But the older child is welcome."

Then Sweet let out a loud whisle. "Well that sure was differant. It's always been yes or no. You son just got a clear invite. It will work for him but not you."

Dean looked at his dad wide eyed.

"Okay. Okay." John growled. "Dean this is our chance."

Dean knew what his dad wanted him to do. Let the man preform the spell. Find out of to kill yellow eyes. Dean also knew he'd do it. Because it was what his dad wanted him to do. Because it was what was best for his family. Dean knew his job was to do what was best for the family.

"What do I do?" Dean asked softly.

"Dean no." Sam said sounding terrified.

"It'll be okay Sammy. Dad won't let me do this if it was too bad." Dean said with a forced smile.

The room was full of lit candles and whoodoo odds and ends. Dean was laying in a ciurcle in the center of the room his dad was standing just beyond the the ciurcle and the whoodoo man sat beside Dean in it. Sam was back at the motel and for that Dean was greatful. Sweet chanted. Over and over for more than an hour over Dean then he took a big knife and cut the thin skin over each of Dean's collar bones. It was terribly painful and Dean fought not to cry out. Then in a flash Sweet's hands were around his smaller neck choking him. He kicked and clawed at the hands tears running freely. He looked up to his father for help but his pleading eyes were only ment by a stern gaze.

"Now child you must die!" Sweet cried out as the room dimmed and narrowed before Dean's eyes. His chest burned. Dying hurt. Dean thought.