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Chapter Three - The Investigation Begins

"She faced it and it backed off?"

Bobby couldn't understand it either. "How could one person scare off a demon?"

"That's where we got stuck too! Can't figure out the blinding light thing either!"

"Blinding light?"

"Yeah! In my vision, the demon had Cassie pinned to the ceiling but backed off when the blinding light happened."

"What did the girl see? This Rayna."

"Just what I already told you. Dean went to ask her more about the light thing. We'll know more once he gets back."

Bobby grabbed some of the books from the desk and started flicking through them. "Well, something happened in that room that the demon didn't like! You can bet your ass that's what saved Cassie!"

"That Rayna is something else!" said Dean as he came through the door. "Did you know she was adopted?"

"Did she say anything about the light?"

"What?" asked Dean still in awe of Rayna. "Oh, that! No. She didn't see anything!"

"She was in the room at the time?" asked Bobby.

"From her version and my vision, yeah. She had to have been!"

"But she didn't see it?" Bobby asked Dean.

"Nope! She said that apart from the wall lights in Cassie's room, it was almost pitch black. She definitely remembers the demon's eyes though. Sickly yellow eyes that glowed like fire." replied Dean.

Bobby closed the book he had been reading and quickly grabbed one from his truck. When he came back in the room, Sam was shaking his head at Dean who was sitting on the end of his bed and had a strange smile on his face.

Bobby called them both over to the desk and opened the new book. "If it was a blinding light and Rayna couldn't see it, it's gotta be one of the things in here!"

Sam looked through the book to see if anything matched what had happened in his vision. Bobby walked slowly over to Dean and patted him softly on the shoulder. "Sam told me what happened to Cassie. I'm sorry, Dean."

The smile faded from Dean's face and a single tear trickled down his cheek. Dean quickly wiped the tear away and looked up at Bobby. Bobby's eyes met his and Dean saw the genuine sadness in them. "Dean, you know the demon's gonna be long gone. If something here was powerful enough to make it back off from killing Cassie, it wont have stuck around!"

Dean nodded slowly and sadly. After all, Good and Evil went by the same rules.

If you cant beat it, get away from it!

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"It's a good thing I can read Latin, Bobby!" called Sam from the desk. While Sam had been looking through the book, Dean had finally grabbed a few hours sleep.

Bobby walked over to join Sam at the desk.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that, Sam. It just a very old book."

"You can say that again! I've never even heard of it!"

"You ain't the only one! This books a bit on the rare side. Takes an real determined hunter to find one."

"How did you get your hands on it?"

"A hunter came by one day, asked me to keep some of his stuff safe while he went on a real big hunt, never came back."

"What does this part say? That's not latin!"

"I know! Only some of the book is in latin. It's not even really a book. More of a collection of accounts. Written by hunters over the centuries. Man's been fighting evil since the cave days."

While Sam used his laptop to try and translate the unknown sections of the book and Dean was still asleep, Bobby decided to check out Cassie's room for himself.

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Bobby burst back into their room and grabbed one of Sam's books. He had a sample of something in a small sealed tub. Dean was awake again and grabbing a quick shower. Sam looked over at Bobby. "What is it?"

"Sulphur!" replied Bobby. "With a difference!"

"What's that?" asked, the now showered and dressed, Dean.

"Whatever happened in that room did something unusual to it."

"Which is?" asked a curious Sam.

"It purified it!" said Bobby reading aloud from the book he was reading. "Whatever scared off that demon was powerful enough to purify sulphur!"

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Sam and Dean spent most of the next day travelling between nearby universities trying to get the harder oldest parts of Bobby's book translated. Between four different professors, all of whom wanted to keep the book, and a lot of digging through dusty old books and hours of internet searching, they finally got most of the pages translated.

Bobby concentrated on talking to local chemists about purifying sulphur. Two laughed in his face, thinking he was nuts but one of them, Ronald Jenkins, had a son in the same line of work as Bobby. He led Bobby into a back room where Bobby saw the largest collection of hunters tools he had ever laid eyes on. Gallon drums of Holy water, Large pipes of solid silver, iron and brass, enormous canvass sacks of rock salt and more guns, knifes and charms than Bobby had ever seen in one place.

"Wow! Talk 'bout being prepared!"

"My son considers himself a warrior rather than just a hunter!"

"Clearly!" replied Bobby. "Where is he just now?"

"New Orleans. Something to do with a zombie I think!"

Bobby couldn't help himself. He scanned the room. It seemed very exposed for a hunters ammo store. There was no salt at the windows or door, No charms or incantations on the walls or ceiling. "Little risky, isn't it?"

"Pardon?" asked Ronald.

"Keeping all this here?" Bobby said as he pointed round the room.

Ronald moved passed Bobby and took one of the maps off the back wall. Hanging on the wall was a small but noticeable rosewood cross. It was firmly bolted into the wall with very old iron rivets.

Bobby understood instantly. There was only ever one type of building that had those kind of crosses. "This was a pilgrim church?" Bobby asked smiling.

Ronald nodded. "Sure was!"

"Holy ground!"

"Five hundred yards in all directions!"

"Amazing!"

"My father was the one who found it! Then when my daughter-in-law was killed, my son learned just how safe this place was."

"What happened to her?" Bobby asked cautiously. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach about what the answer would be.

"Five years ago, my son and his wife, Wendy, went on a hiking trip near the Grand Canyon. They were well prepared. Hell, they'd been hiking for years, that's even how they met. Anyway, Their guide got them to the canyon just in time to watch that months full moon…" Ronald's voice trailed off.

"Werewolf?"

"Yes!" said Ronald sadly. "The guide! And the one thing they weren't prepared for."

"You don't have to say any more if you'd rather not."

"No. It's okay." replied Ronald. "It's good to be able to talk about it. Greg barely mentions it."

"Okay." said Bobby. "How did he survive? He wasn't bitten was he?"

"No. Greg went into some nearby trees to gather fire wood. He'd only found a few sticks when he heard Wendy screaming. He ran back to the camp and saw the guide on top of her. At first, he thought the guide was raping her but then he saw the blood. The guide had ripped her open and was eating part of her."

Ronald stopped for a moment and wiped away a few tears.

"Greg rushed at the guide, desperate to help her but the guide lunged at him, sent him flying. Greg crashed through the ground into some hidden cave and landed badly. Broke his left leg. The guide jumped down after him and landed easy. Greg grabbed this little knife Wendy had given him for their anniversary, a silver hunting knife with a wooden handle. He knew he was done for but was determined to take the guide down with him. He grabbed a rock with his other hand and threw it at the guide. Next thing he knew, the guide was screaming in pain."

"How?"

"That's what I asked him. You see, the moon chose that moment to shine down into the cave. Turns out if wasn't a cave at all. It was an abandoned silver mine. It hadn't been a rock he'd thrown either. It was a lump of solid silver!"

"A werewolf trapped in a silver mine?! Seems almost too good to be true!"

"Something was looking after my boy that night! It's just a shame Wendy wasn't so lucky."

"What do you mean?" asked Bobby.

"Well," said Ronald. "Greg had a broken leg and a little silver knife. Silver mine or not, he could easily have been that things second course."

"What happened?"

"Wendy was a Native American. Her father had made that knife specially. Greg's hand was bleeding and he was gripping that knife and silently praying for someone to help him." said Ronald. "Wendy had told him that knife was of the earth and that the earth would protect those who call it's name. So he did! He looked that werewolf dead in the eye and screamed out the name 'Natura'! The werewolf growled at him and charged."

Bobby's eyes were wide with anticipation. Ronald wiped away another tear and continued.

"The werewolf reached out and grabbed Greg's foot. Greg screamed out in pain and dropped the knife. That's when it happened."

"What? What happened?"

"Something else appeared in that cave. Greg said he couldn't tell what it was, it was surrounded in white light. Blindingly bright! What ever it was, it had Greg's knife in it's hand and bellowed 'No' at the werewolf. Greg said that the werewolf let him go and backed off. Tried to run away in fact but couldn't get out cause it couldn't touch the silver in the walls. The light moved toward the werewolf and drove the knife through it's heart. It dropped dead and turned back into the normal guide. Next thing Greg could remember was being carried back up through the hole and resting on the ground with someone holding him, telling him he was going to be okay. State Troopers found their camp site the very next morning. An anonymous call about an attacked camp site apparently. Greg's never gotten over what happened to Wendy. He spent years learning about what was really out there in the dark though. Learned how to hunt, how to kill them, but most importantly, how to protect people! He's still trying to find that light again. Wants to thank it. Never saw it again though. He still has the knife though!"

Bobby gulped loudly. "A blinding white light that terrified the werewolf?!"

"I know, sounds crazy, but he swears that's what he saw!" said Ronald. "Now, what's this about purified sulphur?"

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Bobby's face was still pale as he walked through the door of Sam and Dean's motel room. Sam was sitting at the desk searching through the newly translated book. Dean was no where to be seen. "He went to see Cassie." said Sam when Bobby asked.

Sam looked up from the book at his eyes widened. "Bobby?" He got up and rushed over to make sure Bobby was alright. "What happened?"

"I think we could be dealing with an Angel!"

"What?"

"Cassie ain't the first person in this town it's protected either! The son of a local chemist was protected when he was attacked by a werewolf. Same light! Same words being shouted! We could be dealing with the divine here!"

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Dean was in pieces. He was being made to wait outside while Cassie and her, newly arrived, mother packed her things to go home. "I just wanna make sure she's okay!" he called through the door of the room. Cassie's mother rounded on him.

"It's because of you that she was attacked in the first place!"

"Mom!" called Cassie.

"It's true! You said it yourself Cassie! It came after you for the baby! He's a danger to you Cassie! The further away you are from him, the safer you are!"

"Hey!" called Dean, finally bursting into the room. "It was my baby too! That thing attacked my family too!"

"Exactly!" shouted Cassie's mother. "You're poison Dean! Everyone you touch gets hurt! My Cassie's not gonna be in your firing line anymore!"

That was it. The worst blow Dean had ever felt in his life. He just stood there, eyes and mouth wide open. His heart shattering into a thousand broken pieces.

Cassie and her mother gathered the rest of her things and with out so much as another word, walked out of Dean's life forever.

To be continued….