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"Sammy, are you sure that you saw Robbie Mallette?" Dean asked, taking in the slightly panicked look on his brother's face.

Sam nodded. "Dean, do you honestly think I would make up something about him?"

"No…" Dean looked across the street to where Sam kept darting furtive glances but didn't see the psycho motel clerk from Travers, Arkansas anywhere. He wanted to believe Sam but how was he supposed to do that when there was no one there?

Sam narrowed his eyes. "You don't believe me," he stated in an accusatory tone.

"It's not that I don't believe you…"

"Then what is it?"

Dean gave a helpless shrug. "It's just that we're several states away from Arkansas—"

"Don't you think I know that, Dean?" Sam demanded.

Dean didn't miss the anger in the young hunter's voice and he couldn't really blame Sam, especially after what Robbie had done to him. But he also wouldn't be doing Sam any favors by playing into his fears.

"Yes, I know you know that, Sammy, but we put that bastard away. He's in a heavily secured prison with no hopes of getting out for years," Dean tried to explain.

"Dean, I know what I saw."

"Are you sure about that?"

Sam took a threatening step towards Dean. "What the hell are you trying to say, Dean?"

Dean stepped back and held up a conciliatory hand. "Dude, calm down for a minute and think about it logically. You've been under an incredible amount of stress lately and maybe that's making you see things that aren't really there."

"But why would I be thinking about Robbie?"

"I don't know, dude. I mean, he really did a number on your head. It wasn't all that long ago so maybe the stress is bringing it back to the surface. You never really got to take some time to deal with it with all that crap with the Yellow-Eyed Demon and—"

"—And with me dying," Sam finished for him.

"Yeah," Dean said softly, wishing Sam didn't bring that sore subject up again. "Listen, Sammy…I'm telling you that there's no way in hell that Robbie's in town, okay?"

Sam stared at Dean for a few moments before nodding his head slowly. "Yeah…okay."

Dean didn't entirely believe Sam was all right with that, but he would let it go for now. He knew there was nothing he could really say to convince his young brother; Sam was going to go about it on his own the best way he knew how—research. Dean was perfectly content to let him do that if it would placate Sam's nerves.

"Now, what do you say we head back to the motel and get some rest? We'll head out to the Jennings' home tomorrow and take a look around, see if there's anything to be found."

"Sounds good, Dean."

As Sam began to walk towards the Impala, Dean couldn't help but wish Robbie was there so he could kick the little freak's ass for causing Sam to worry like this.

He saw me! I can't believe I let Sam see me! Gordon is going to be so pissed if he finds out!

Robbie couldn't stop the anxiousness coursing through his body as he quietly unlocked the door to the home he shared with Gordon. Sam was never supposed to see him—neither of them was. Robbie never meant for that to happen especially since he'd been so good all evening. He'd watched as they'd entered the library and discreetly followed them when they headed to the diner. He'd quickly ducked into the coffee shop across the street so he could keep an eye out on them, but his excitement got the better of him.

Or maybe it was the three coffees he'd consumed while watching them chat and eat.

Either way, it didn't bode well for Robbie. The main component to their plan was to catch the Winchesters unawares. Being spotted by them was nowhere in the plan and now it could screw everything up royally. Even if Sam thought he was just seeing things, it would cause the brothers to be on guard and keep a watchful eye out for him.

"Where were you?"

Robbie jumped in fright as the living room light popped on, revealing Gordon sitting in the chair, idly playing with one of his blades.

"Gordon!" The young man swallowed nervously. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going out."

"You never answered my question, Robbie," Gordon said quietly as he turned dark eyes on Robbie.

"I was just…out…doing…something."

"Doing what?"

"What? Are you my keeper or something?" Robbie asked as he walked into the kitchen. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. Popping the top, Robbie tilted his head back and let the cool liquid soothe his parched throat.

"You went into town to see if you could see the brothers, didn't you?" Gordon was standing in the doorway, watching him as he still played with his knife.

Robbie shrugged nonchalantly. "And if I was?"

Without warning, Gordon threw the knife, the blade embedding itself into the wall mere inches from Robbie's head.

"What the hell, Gordon?"

"What the hell were you thinking, Robbie?" Gordon yelled furiously.

"I didn't see the harm in it!"

"You didn't see the harm in it? You could screw up everything by that stunt you pulled!" Gordon took a calming breath, but his eyes were deadly as he glared at the small-framed man. "Did they see you?"

Robbie fidgeted, averting his eyes away from Gordon.

"Robbie…" Gordon said through clenched teeth.

"I think I was spotted by Sam," Robbie said in a rush.

"WHAT?" In two long strides, Gordon was standing in front of Robbie, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.

Robbie backed up until he was flush against the wall and held up a hand. "Now, I—I don't know that for sure, Gordon. I said I think he spotted me."

"It doesn't matter if you think he spotted you. If they even think they caught a tiny glimpse of you, they'll be after your ass so fast your mama will know before you do." He poked Robbie in the chest with his finger. "I did not just waste the last few months of my goddamned freedom to let everything go to hell, do you understand me?"

"Gordon, I didn't mean to—"

Gordon poked him again, causing Robbie to wince in pain and drop his beer. The bottle shattered and the amber brew splashed everywhere.

"I'm not going to stand around and let you constantly screw up. If you make one more rookie move like that, I swear to all things holy, I will kill you myself. I highly doubt anyone would notice you're gone and I would probably be doing the world a favor. Understood?"

Robbie nodded.

"I didn't hear you, Robbie."

"Y-yeah…I understand, Gordon."

Gordon's face broke into a satisfied smile. "Good. I'm glad to see we're on the same page."

Gordon reached beside Robbie's head and for a second, the young ex-clerk was afraid the vampire hunter was going to do something to him. Instead, he pulled the knife out of the wall and walked out of the kitchen.

"Make sure you lock up, Robbie," he said with a chuckle.

Robbie let out a deep, shuddering sigh as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. He had no doubt in his mind that Gordon meant everything he said. Gordon would have no qualms about killing Robbie as soon as he turned his back if the situation warranted it. Even when they'd met those months ago, Gordon had told Robbie he wouldn't put himself at risk if Robbie screwed everything up.

I definitely have to watch my step now. There's no way in hell Gordon's going to let me slip up again, no matter how close I may think we are.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," Dean said as soon as the brothers entered their motel room. He eyed Sam as his brother headed right for his laptop. "Try not to get carpel tunnel while I'm in there."

Sam didn't say anything as he booted up his computer. He didn't care what Dean said—Sam knew what he saw and he was going to prove it. There was just no way in hell he would begin to think about Robbie Mallette out of the blue. In fact, Sam had done everything in his power to push that awful memory away and had succeeded.

Until tonight.

Until Sam saw his tormentor not twenty feet away from him.

The thoughts of Travers came rushing back in techno-color clarity. Trapped in the morgue cabinet. Robbie taunting Sam with hurting Dean. Dean sitting across from him, tied up. Robbie holding a gun to Sam's head and firing repeatedly. Dean trying to answer questions he didn't have the answers to in a desperate attempt to save Sam.

Giving himself a mental shake, Sam signed onto the Internet as he once again pushed the thoughts away. He wasn't about to sit here and let Robbie get to him again. He wasn't about to let himself be victimized again by that bastard.

Pulling up the site for the Arkansas Times, Sam used a search query and typed in Robbie's name, seeing if he could pull up anything about the clerk's arrest and trial. He frowned when the results popped up, showing only the few articles he'd found earlier about Robbie's brother.

"Maybe I typed something wrong…"

Sam retyped his query, but the results still came back the same. There were no stories about Robbie being arrested when it should have been big news, considering the body Dean found at the deranged young man's home. Finding the Travers Police Department's phone number on Google, Sam picked up his phone and dialed.

"Travers Police Department—may I help you?" A cheery female voice asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry to call so late, but I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something," Sam said.

"I can sure try. What is it you need, sir?"

"I'm a private investigator and I'm just double-checking all of my files, closing up some cases. I was asked to look into the disappearance of Matthew Grant a few months ago."

"Oh, yes. I remember that case. His body was found in some psycho's home, right?"

"Yes, it was, and that's actually what I'm trying to find. I don't see any mention of the killer's arrest or anything even though it was provided to the police."

"I'm afraid the police never found the man responsible for his murder."

"What are you talking about?"

"The information that was provided to the police—it didn't pan out. When we got to the Eclipse Hotel, there was no one to be found."

"But that's impossible," Sam argued, feeling as if someone just sucker-punched him. They'd left Robbie there for the police. They'd left all the evidence they would need to put that freak behind bars for the rest of his life.

"I really don't know what to tell you, sir."

"Okay…thanks."

"What did you say your name was, sir?"

Sam hung up without answering and just stared at his phone. There was just no way this was happening, especially not now when they had so much else to worry about. Robbie was supposed to be tucked away in a maximum security prison, not roaming the streets of Oneida, Kentucky.

It just wasn't possible.

Sam barely even heard the door to the bathroom open and nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Dean's voice.

"What's wrong with you? You look like you saw a ghost," he said with a chuckle. Then he turned sober. "You didn't see a ghost, did you?"

Sam shook his head, but didn't say anything.

"Sammy? What's wrong?"

Sam swallowed hard and glanced up at his brother, seeing the concern on the older man's face.

"He's still out there, Dean."

"Who?"

"Robbie."

"What are you talking about?"

"The police never caught him."

Dean frowned. "Of course, they caught him. We left him right where they could find him."

Sam shook his head. "I just called the Travers Police Department. They told me when they got to the Eclipse, Robbie wasn't there. No one was there. Don't you know what this means, Dean?"

Dean didn't respond.

"It means that I really did see Robbie Mallette tonight. And if he's out there, he's not going to stop until we're dead this time."