Bobby shared his research. He had found a reference to a Hindu goddess. He didn't attempt to pronounce the name. She had the ability to tell truth from lies and one of the variations was able to turn words into actions.
"So, what these people say, actually happens."
"Do you think it's the bartender?"
Bobby answered. "That's the only thing they got in common. They all were talked about to the bartender."
Dean spoke next. "Well, I see a road trip. But, how do we kill it?"
Dean grabbed the demon blade and said, "This should take care of it." But, Sam thought it wouldn't be enough and just shook his head in response. Bobby explained that he had also found an incantation that was created to destroy this kind of evil. In addition, he told them there was a potion they needed as well. He would mix it up while they packed their bags and prepared to leave .
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While the boys were on the road, Bobby called with an update. Sam put the call on speaker. It appeared that after winning a game of pool, the local town braggart was enjoying ridiculing his opponent, who was overheard to say, "I hope he drops dead."
Dean found that funny.
Sam asked, "What does the local law think is going on?"
Bobby answered. "What's to think? A guy chokes on an ice cube, an older man has a heart attack, and this'll probably be explained away as an aneurysm or some such…"
"But, Bobby, all at the same place in just a couple of days. This can't seem normal."
"Boys, this may be an obvious connect the dots to us but, the locals just see drunks at a bar and some pretty serious bad luck."
One of them expressed a thought that if this thing was powerful enough to make something out of nothing, then maybe it could control the atmosphere of the whole place. Bobby admitted to having that same thought. He told the boys to be careful before ending the call.
With that, Dean applied a little more pressure to the gas pedal.
Within a couple of hours, they arrived in town and later that night, they entered the bar.
It was extremely busy for a weeknight, leading the Winchesters to believe this was the place. The bartender was very attentive and very popular. Sam and Dean kept their distance and observed. It didn't take long.
They overheard a pretty young girl speaking to the bartender. "He cares more about that car than he does me. I'd love to see his face if it got wrecked."
Almost immediately, there was the sound of screeching tires followed by the sharp metallic clang of a collision.
Dean turned to Sam and said, "Yahtzee."