"When we got to the warehouse that we thought the witches were hold up in Evan was out side thoroughly freaking out."
"Yeah Bobby he was scared shitless."
"Yeah he was pacing back in forth and mumbling something."
Sam and Dean pulled up to the abandoned warehouse where the withes were supposedly held up. But what they saw was a young man pacing back in forth a gun gripped tightly in his hand as he ran his hands over his cropped red hair.
"Evan?" Sam said as he climbed out the car letting the door close behind him.
"Sam you know this guy?"
"Yeah I met him back at Stanford."
"Sam is that you?" Evan stuttered his blue eyes wide and full of fear.
"Yeah Evan it's me why don't you put the gun down so we can talk?"
"No, no I can't if I do that then I'm dead."
"You will be if you don't put that gun down." Dean muttered and Sam sent him a glare as if to say shut up.
"Evan who's going to hurt you? It's just me and my brother Dean." Sam said looking back at his brother who had his gun raised and pointed at the young man.
"No, no you don't understand, there are things you don't know about me."
"Are you a hunter Evan?"
"Yeah, how did, how did you know?" Evan whispered gripping the gun to his chest.
"So are me and my brother we can help you. Dean lower your gun."
"Not a chance Sam."
"Dean, Evan wont hurt us lower the gun." Dean finally did as he was asked but kept it up so he could fire if he needed to.
"Evan what has you so worked up?"
"It's that other hunter Jake, he was a friend and I know how he died. Something big is coming Sam and we're all gonna suffer."
"What's coming Evan? Why are we going to suffer?" Sam asked as he inched closer to the terrified young man.
"Some powerful stuff is going on Sam. Bigger than you and me and that brother of yours."
"Evan what are you talking about?"
"I can't Sam I just can't tell you. It's the boy he needs to be protected. Nothing can happen to the boy he is the beginning and the end." Evan mumbled as he began pacing again.
"Evan what are you talking about."
"Promise that nothing will happen to the boy!" Evan shouted pointing the gun at Sam and Dean. He was shaky but his hand was still.
"Evan you have to tell me who you're talking about."
Out of nowhere a shot rang out and Evan crumpled Sam just managed to catch him before he made a face plant.
"Evan, Evan com on man don't do this you gotta stay with me!" Sam pleaded while searched frantically for a pulse.
"Sam is he alive!" Dean shouted with his gun raised in the same direction the shot came from.
"Got a pulse but its weak."
"Stay here I'm going to in."
"Dean!" But it was too late Dean had already run off.
"Sa, Sam, you have to protect the boy."
"What boy Evan?"
Instead of answering, Evan repeated what he said earlier about the boy being the beginning and the end.
"Evan, Evan! Damn it!" Sam shouted as he felt the weak pulse slowly fade away.
"And would you like to tell me why the hell you ran into the warehouse without back up!" Bobby snapped as he slammed his empty tumbler onto the table.
"What choice did I have? I had to find the shooter and Sam needed to find out more information before Evan died. Not like either, one of those worked out. I did learn that there are more involved than just a bunch of witches."
"Care to explain?" Bobby asked as he poured all three of them another drink.
"Well I took off through the building hoping to be able to catch the shooter."
Dean took off through the warehouse following the footsteps he could hear. Whoever it was, was on the run and didn't want to be caught but they didn't know they had him chasing after them. Whoever it was, was wearing black from head to toe and he couldn't tell if it was a man or woman.
"Hey!" He shouted as he tackled the shooter they rolled around for a minute before they got a right hook to Dean's jaw and scrambled to get away. Dean reached for their foot but got kicked in the face for his efforts.
The shooter scrambled to their feet and rushed for the open window. The shooter turned back to look at Dean and flashed their eyes black. Dean's jaw dropped as he stared into the inky blackness that was looking at him with malice. Without another glance, the demon jumped out the window Dean ran towards it and got there just in time to see the demon land on its feet and take of towards a waiting car.
"Shit!" He snarled slamming his fist down on the windowsill.
"A demon?"
"Yup, apparently when witches are involved so are demons."
"Well this notches things up a bit more doesn't it." Sam muttered as he stood up wiping a hand down his face wearily.
"What the hell are we going to do Bobby? Everyone thinks that Sam and I have something to with that kid's death."
"But we didn't and what the hell does some boy have to do with all this?" Sam added.
"You don't think its Jake's kid do you?" Dean asked.
"Could be I mean Jake was used in the ritual. But if it is Lee what this about him being the beginning and the end?" Bobby mused.
"I don't know all I know is after all this I need a shower and a good nap." Sam said yawning.
"Get your shower and go to bed ya idjits there's nothing more we can do about it tonight."
Sam and Dean nodded; Sam went up the steps to take a shower while Dean settled on the couch to wait his turn. After about an hour and still no sign of Sam, Dean jogged up the steps and went to the bathroom where he could hear the shower running.
"Sammy don't use up all the hot water! Other people need the shower to man!" Dean shouted through the door when he didn't get an answer he knocked on the door and opened peeking his head around the corner.
"Sam, Sam you in there?" Still nothing so he went in hoping his brother hadn't fallen asleep in there pulled back the shower curtain to find it empty. He turned off the water its not like Sam to leave the water running. He left the bathroom and checked all the rooms on the upper level calling out Sam's name but nothing. Dean jogged down the steps to where Bobby was.
"Hey Bobby have you seen Sam?" Dean said worry etched into his tone.
"No I thought he was taking a shower."
Dean told him what happened and they went about searching the house and the property. Finally, after another hour and no sign of Sam Dean tried his brother cell phone it went straight to voice mail.
"Bobby what the hell is going on?"
"I don't know boy, but don't worry will find Sam okay."
"Yeah okay."
All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door Dean pulled his gun pout of the back of his jeans and nodded towards Bobby letting him know he was good to answer. Bobby had no idea what he was expecting when he answered the door but seeing a overly tired Ellen with a sleeping five year old on her hip wasn't it.
"Ellen," Dean said as he put his gun away, "What are you doing here with Lee? Where's Lissie?"
"She's gone Dean."
Dean felt his world come crashing down around him first Sam now Lissie.
"I think you better come on in and tell us what happened." Bobby said leading Ellen into the house.