Dean was up 50 dollars which wasn't exactly chump change for the time. He decided to quit while he was ahead. One of the guys looked like he was about to get mad anyway.
"Dean, I found her," Sam said as he walked into the bar just as Dean was heading out.
"You're kidding. That was fast."
"Have to have good luck once in a while, right?"
"I guess," Dean said. It was rare, though. "I don't suppose she told you where she lives."
"Actually, she did."
"This almost seems too easy," Dean said.
"She invited me for supper. I could go tomorrow and be there when the demon's supposed to show."
"Good idea. I'll hang out outside and keep watch.
SSS
The Next Day
Sam and Dean decided to get some supplies so they could be ready to leave at a moment's notice if necessary. They were in the general store when Adam entered.
"Dean. I hear you cleaned my brother out at poker yesterday."
"Not a problem, is it?" Dean asked. He hoped not. He didn't want to deal with this kind of garbage.
"No, not at all. Glad someone could take him down a peg or two. Sometimes he gets a little cocky."
Sam laughed. "Sounds familiar."
"I am only cocky up to the point where I have reason to be," Dean said.
"Whatever."
Joe came in. "Did you find out when the next stage leaves?" Adam asked him.
"Three days. I can't believe we came all the way out here for nothing," Joe grumbled.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"We were supposed to be buying some cattle, but a lot of it died. I'm afraid the rest may be diseased, so we're going home empty-handed," Adam explained.
Another man entered the store and stared at Sam. Sam shifted, uncomfortable.
"Got a problem, mister?" Dean asked. He did not like the way this guy was looking at his brother.
"Just confused about something," the man said. He stepped up to Sam and sniffed him.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked and shoved the guy away.
"Adam, that man has yellow eyes," Joe whispered, but it was loud enough for Dean to hear.
He pulled out the Colt.
"Is that the gun I've heard about?" the demon asked.
"Yep," Dean said as he cocked it. He couldn't wait to kill this demon…again.
But, of course, the demon had other ideas. He couldn't figure out how the one who smelled of his blood was one of his psychic kids. He had tried a little blood feeding experiment ten years ago, but the psychic powers he was hoping would come along with it, wouldn't happen for another ten years. This guy was way too old to be one of them. He wondered if this kid's powers had come early and he had received the gift of super-aging. (A/N everyone over the age of 30 knows that would be no gift. LOL.)
He didn't have time to think about that right now. The point was he didn't want to hurt one of his own, but he had heard rumors of that gun. It could kill him. That wouldn't do. He had big plans. They would take decades, maybe even a century to carry out, but he was a demon. He had all the time in the world. He grabbed one of the other guys.
"Joe!" Adam yelled as he watched the man with yellow eyes grab his brother and hold him in front of him.
Joe was attempting to get free, but this man was strong. Stronger than anyone he had ever met. Even stronger than Hoss and that was saying a lot.
"Give me the gun, or I'll kill him," the demon promised. He knew that not only could the gun kill him, it was also the key to opening that stupid devil's gate.
Dean knew all that, too. The idea was to try to stop everything. Not bring it on earlier. He couldn't let the demon have the gun.
"Give it to him," Adam cried.
It didn't matter, though. The demon flung out his hand and knocked Dean back into the wall. Adam opened his mouth in shock. He had never seen anything like that before. He took a step forward to extricate his brother from this creature when he received the same treatment as Dean.
The demon bent down and picked up the Colt since Dean had, of course, dropped it. Dean took another minute to wonder why they didn't take that fan's suggestion of putting their weapons on a bungee. He had thought about that a thousand times since that stupid convention.
"Thanks," the demon said. He wasn't sure why, but he decided not to kill any of these people. He dragged his hostage over to the one with his blood.
Sam backed away until he hit the counter. He was a hunter and not a lot of supernatural creatures terrified him. There were three exceptions. The yellow-eyed demon, Lucifer and that stupid clown rakshasa. He didn't have anywhere else to go though. The demon tucked the gun away and had Joe's arm in one hand and grabbed Sam's with his other and the three of them disappeared.
"Where'd they go?" Adam yelled as he slid down from the wall.
"I don't know," Dean said worriedly. He had to get Sam back from the demon. The one thing that was probably true of any time was that his brother and demons weren't a good mix.
"What was that?" Adam asked.
Dean sighed. "It was a demon." He decided to be honest. After all it had his brother and Adam had been nothing but helpful.
"A demon? Like in the bible?"
"Yeah."
"What's going on? We have to get our brothers back."
"I know. But I don't have any idea where to look," Dean admitted.
