"So whereabouts in Michigan are we going?" Sam asked, the sat-nav perched on his knee.

"Arcada Township," Lea replied. "There have been three disappearances and two bodies have turned up."

"Okay, so what are we thinking?"

"Well, I've managed to get autopsy reports on the two bodies and the one thing they have in common? A small tattoo of a trident on the upper thigh. And, they really did decide to be helpful, what I'm assuming is a name underneath. But it's not in any language I've seen before. It looks like it's a bit of Italian, a bit of Greek and a bit of Egyptian. I've never seen anything like it," she said, looking at her laptop and frowning slightly.

Sam put the sat-nav on the dashboard. "Can I have a look?"

Lea passed the laptop over silently. He studied the pictures of the tattoos. The writing was distinct just... indecipherable. "I know someone who can help us; it's a bit of a road trip though. Like, six hours west to Sioux Falls and then thirteen hours east," he said, thinking that Bobby would definitely know what the writing was.

Lea nodded slowly. "Okay, let's do it. Start driving, amigo. We got a way to go apparently."

The car ride had been silent all the way to Bobby's. They'd pulled over to pick up snacks and gas halfway through and then carried on. They had no need to talk.

They pulled up at Bobby's house at about four. They got out of the car, duffel bags and all, and walked up to the door. Sam knocked on the door, loudly. The door creaked open, "Sam!" Bobby sounded happy to see him. They hadn't spoken since Dean's death, except for Sam ringing up to tell him that Dean had actually died. Bobby pulled him into a hug, "You bloody idjit, you should've called me!" Now Bobby sounded mad. "I was worried sick. I've rang you multiple times and you haven't picked up a single one! I was getting ready to put word out that you were in trouble!"

Sam decided it would be best to look sheepish, "Sorry, Bobby."

"You'd best be sorry you great big ball of hair!" Bobby scolded him. Sam shifted slightly and Bobby saw Lea. "Who are you?"

"Err, Bobby, this is Lea, she's a hunter. We're working a case together and kinda need your help," Sam interjected quickly. Bobby nodded slowly.

"Have you checked her?"

Crap. "Oops?"

Bobby cuffed him and pulled out a flask. "Arm," he demanded gruffly. She held her arm out, looking a bit overwhelmed, and Bobby splashed her with the holy water. "Not a demon." He pulled out a silver knife and then Lea began to look a bit scared. She looked at him and he shrugged apologetically. Bobby placed the blade against her skin and dragged it across. "Not a werewolf. Okay." He moved out of her way and she stepped into the house, holding her arm up now to try and stem the bleeding.

Sam ruffled around in his bag and pulled out a band aid. He offered it to her and she took it gratefully. "Sorry about that. I forgot to tell you he can be kinda paranoid."

"Hey! Better paranoid than dead!"

They moved into the living room and Lea's face visibly lit up. There were books stacked everywhere, the table, the floor, on top of the old TV set. Bobby gestured to the sofa and the sat down.

"So what's up?" Bobby asked.

Lea spoke first, "There have been three disappearances in Arcada Township and two bodies have shown up. Both have the same tattoo." She showed him the pictures. "We don't know what the writing beneath it is. I have a feeling that it's a name but I'm not sure."

Bobby took the pictures and scrutinized them. He grunted a couple of times then walked over to his bookshelf. Mumbling to himself, he slid his fingers across the spines of the books and then pulled one out. He opened the book and then flicked through the pages, stopping about three quarters of the way through.

"It's a Greco-Egyptian dialect that the Ptolemy family used after they created a new religion to try and unite the Greeks and Egyptians. The staff is the symbol of Serapis, who was a small village god but was then elevated to the status of main deity by Ptolemy the First. He became the ruler of the Underworld and usurped Hades and Osiris. Ended up marrying Isis as well. The trident allegedly has the power to control the past, present and future. He's powerful; he can control the earth, the dead and the sun, how fast people heal!" Bobby said.

Sam gulped. "You would find this one wouldn't you?"

Lea nodded.

They set off early the next morning, having slept at Bobby's for the night. Before they'd left, Bobby had pulled Sam over and said to him, "Don't even think about it. Don't even think about asking Serapis to raise Dean again. It's not natural and you know it. You leave it, you hear me boy?"

It had kept Sam up until the early hours of that morning thinking about it. He could have his brother back. Lea could have her family back. They could be happy again. He could carry on hunting with Dean and Lea could go back to living a normal life.

But Sam had promised Bobby that he wouldn't ask Serapis to raise Dean and he would stick to that promise. Bobby was right; coming back from the dead wasn't natural. After all, if he'd stayed dead then Dean would still be alive.

So he had gotten in the car with his promise given to Bobby and he had driven off with Lea. It would be a long journey; at least thirteen hours if not longer.

"Hey, Lea, can you drive?" he asked as they pulled onto interstate.

"Yeah, I can drive. Got my license just before I left," she replied. Sam wondered how old she was.

"Great, we'll have to do shifts. I'll do three hours and then you do three, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," she answered. They drove on in silence.

The first hour passed in silence, as did the second. About halfway through the third, Lea started humming. Sam smiled a bit. After they changed seats, she carried on humming along to the radio. And then she started singing.

"I was a movin' man in my younger days

But I gone out of my ramblin' ways

I left that road so far behind"

Sam giggled and then began to laugh.

"What?" she exclaimed.

Sam just laughed harder.

"Hey, are you laughing at me?"

Sam nodded, "You're so out of tune, it's unbelievable!"

She hit him on the arm and he clutched it, dramatically falling back against the window. "No, please don't hit me!" he cried out, laughing all the while.

She hit him again, laughing as well. "Oh that wasn't so bad. I've had girls hit me harder than that," he teased. She punched him again, harder this time, and he winced. "Now that hurt."

She giggled and they carried on driving, smiling and singing along to the radio, both as out of tune as the other.