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The chatter over the top of them made Dean more comfortable talking to Bobby about demons and other things nightmares are made of. He had Sam's laptop and uploaded the picture form his phone to get a better look. He just started at the picture, tormenting himself about what happened to Sam; if Sam is still alive. Look, he's dead, its your fault. You didn't look after him. You let everyone down, now the one thing you feared has happened. You are alone.' The voice in the back of his head screaming at him.
'Dean, look this picture was taken long before you got the phone call, so he is probably already in that box.'
Dean glared at Bobby. 'And how does that make me feel any better?' He cut his glance and looked back at the screen. His eyes were worn out, Bobby saw what this was doing to Dean. It was tearing him apart, and he was powerless.
'Well, there must be something in the picture to tell us where Sam is.'
Dean scoffed. 'Bobby, the only thing in this picture is Sam, blood and a rusty old car.' he spun the laptop round and took a sip of the beer.
'That car still has the plates on it, maybe…'
'maybe what, huh, maybe we could find out the address and then what. Sam is already in the box, so this doesn't help at all.'
'What demon is going to take the boy much further from where they are already?' Bobby could tell he was getting through to Dean, and the Winchester nodded; but then frowned.
'Bobby, what demon can take the form of dean people an still be able to get the body out of plain sight, drive a car, dig a hole, place a box in the hole and bury them without possessing someone first?'
He scratched his head and looked into his beer. Something was bothering him but he couldn't quite but his finger on it. Bobby just stared at the picture and noticed something. A reflection in the car window. It was barely noticeable, but he could see the demon.
'Dean, this isn't just a normal demon, I have read stories and folklore about this one, but I never knew he was real.'
Dean just shook his head and beckoned for Bobby to explain more. 'Dude the last thing I read was playboy, so please tell me more.'
'This demon' Bobby turned the screen around again so it was in the middle of them. 'Is a powerful SOB, he was around before the yellow eyed demon.'
'Before?! You have got to be kidding me? So what, it's the green eyed demon, no wait blue.'
'This is serous. He doesn't have a colour. To anyone he's just a demon, but that marking proves other wise. ' Bobby pointed to a symbol barely noticeable on the reflection on the demon's (who was still Madison) head. It was a circle, with a triangle in the middle and running along the horizontal side of the circle; were 2 parallel lines.
'Does he have a name?'
Bobby shook his head. 'No-one knows except the YED. It was said that he was the big boss and the YED didn't like it so managed to become strong enough to take away the big boss' powers and banish him to hell.'
'What did he do with the powers?'
'Mixed them with his blood and gave them to certain children all across the world.'
'And you never told me this story why? This is the reason Sam has these powers and is buried alive.' Dean lowered his voice but snapped with just as much anger as if he was shouting.
'Like I said, it was folklore.'
'So, Sam is part demon, great. And your telling me that this happened as nice as you put it?'
'Dean are you as stupid as you are stubborn. Of course this didn't happen easy, it was a war and gave hell a lot of casualties.'
Dean just looked at Bobby with amazement. He shook his head and drank more of his beer. 'Bobby why don't you check that licence plate while I go to the little boys room.' He smiled. It was the first smile since he had lost Sam. As he slid out of his seat, his jeans making that whooshing noise against the booth chairs; a blinding light flashed and caused a shooting pain all throughout his body. Dean could feel his muscles in his chest and back tighten as images flashed in and out of his head, like they were distorted. The pain was unbearable, but he couldn't hear himself cry out. He knew he was on his knees though. The Sam's face appeared it a box, screaming for help and freedom. This kept on flickering back and forward between a grave. It took a while for Dean to focus on the name. Ryan Holdern. Then the pain stopped and the lights turned back to normal. He could feel Bobby's hand on his shoulder and back. Other people were staring at him with fear in their eyes. A young woman came running with a glass of water and helped Bobby pick Dean up to sit him down. Dean nodded his thanks to the young, quite attractive blonde and started to drink the water.
'Its okay people, just a bit of a headache, just carry on and he will be fine.' Bobby wanted to hurry the crowd so he could hear what Dean had to say.
Dean blinked and had to shake his head to focus. 'It was.' he lowered his voice. 'It was a vision.'
'Again, you sure, Sam never mentioned that he could do that before.'
'He didn't tell me either, and im sure. I saw him and a grave. It belongs to a Ryan Holdern.'
Bobby's yes widened. 'Holy crap.'
'Dean panicked. 'What?'
'It didn't take me long to get a name off those plates. The car belongs to Ryan Holdern.'
'well what are we waiting for, we have one hour left and need to find where this guy was buried.'
Bobby helped Dean to his feet and they walked out of the café. Dean turned and looked at the waitress, winked then gestured toward the table. She smiled back and saw his number on a piece of paper he had written it on before the vision.
'Dean!'
'Huh, what?'
'Im driving.'
