A/N: Thanks alot people for the positive comments on my last chapter and fight scene. They really helped me and encouraged me.
A/N2: I can't believe I actually wrote this chapter in about 3 hours. That is a record for me. Normally it's about a week. Though, I did post it a week later. I wanted to make sure people read my last chapter, because I realize some of mine are really long. I am usually pretty quick at writing emotional scenes, though. Anyway, please read it. Thanks.


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Chapter 12: History's Mystery

The boys have been silent on the drive back to the motel. They didn't really know what to say. Dean knew that Sam didn't want to talk about the pain he is feeling, but he also feels like it could be getting worse. Sam isn't even in the mood to think. He is really in too much pain to do much of anything.

The silence is finally broken when Bobby moves in the back seat.

Dean looks in the rear view mirror. "Hey, Bobby. How are you feeling?" He has a look of contemplation.

Bobby rolls around in the back seat for a moment or two before answering. "Boys, please tell me I had a bad dream."

Dean looks at Sam. Sam looks back. Fine, I'll look. Sam turns all the way around and looks directly into Bobby's eyes. Immediately he could tell that his eyes don't have that same tinge of evil in them. Bobby looks like he finally has some emotion in his eyes, again.

Bobby doesn't look away. "Sam? Dean?"

Sam speaks in a soft quiet tone. "Bobby, are you all right? Do you remember what happened?"

Then Bobby looks down at his wrists and sees them tied up. He struggles against the bonds. Quickly, he realizes that his legs are also bound.

Sam looks saddened. Please, don't say he is still being controlled. "Bobby?"

Bobby stops struggling and looks at Sam. His eyes then glance at Dean. He sees Dean's head is bleeding. Dean can feel Bobby looking at the wound on his head.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?" By the look on Sam's face Bobby knows he is right. "That son of a bitch. How dare he. I'm going to kill him." Bobby's tone has slowly risen to the point of yelling. Both Dean and Sam are stunned at the enthusiasm and anger in their friend.

"I'm sorry boys. That demon is one powerful bastard. I didn't fight it hard enough."

Sam's tone is totally sympathetic. "Bobby, it's ok. I know how you feel." It's a pain in the ass, and it hurts to fight it. Dean looks at Sam, worried. He speaks to Bobby. "It wasn't your fault. We're ok. Your ok."

Bobby's voice is quiet now. "Yea, only because you two fools refused to just kill me. I hurt you boys bad in there."

Dean jumps in with a cocky tone. "We're fine, Bobby. Besides, we couldn't kill an old goat like you. Who would help us with our homework." Dean smiles. We always go to you for help. You are irreplaceable.

Bobby frowns. "Hey, watch what you say." Then he too breaks into a smile.

Sam turns around and from his jacket he pulls out his curved knife. That's Bobby. He turns and faces Bobby. Bobby holds up his hands and with one swift cut, Sam slices the tape. Bobby pulls it off the rest of the way and takes the knife from Sam's hands. He cuts the tape around his ankles and gets himself in a comfortable sitting position in the back. He hands the knife back to Sam, who puts it back in his coat.

Dean asks Bobby a question. "So, this thing, it's a demon?"

Bobby looks at Dean through the rear view mirror. "Yea, it is one of the more powerful demons out there. Actually only a few of them have ever been reported by other hunters."

Dean smiles. "So, they are going extinct." Suckers.

Bobby frowns at that. Dean stops smiling. "Yea, but not fast enough. These things are tricky, and devilishly powerful. Now, they don't have power like normal demons do. Their only power is really to control people. But, they can do it by simply looking you straight in the eye."

Dean scrunches his face. "But I looked at the freak many times. How come I haven't gone all living dead."

Sam speaks there. "You will know when you are getting controlled. You feel like you can't really move for a moment and it actually really hurts."

Dean looks at Sam.

Sam looks back at Dean. He can't take it anymore. "Dean, stop it. You couldn't have stopped it. If you had of tried I'm sure I would have killed you. You couldn't have done anything. So, stop blaming yourself."

Dean can't think of anything to say to that. He has a point. But it doesn't help the guilt. Dean just looks straight ahead, not wanting Sam to read him some more.

Bobby can see Dean's face. "Dean, Sam is right. You couldn't have stopped it. The possession is really quick, and Sam would have been after you sooner if you had of noticed. Sam's right, stop blaming yourself. That isn't getting us anywhere."

There was once again an awkward silence. After a few minutes Sam couldn't take it anymore. He directs his attention to Bobby, "So, how do we kill the thing?"

Bobby thinks for a minute, trying to remember what his friend, Joel, had told him. "Well, because it is a demon with a body, it doesn't need to possess people to survive. So, technically he is alive. So, a gun or knife might work. But I also think that because the demon still has powers is might take something special to kill it, but I can't recall. Do either of you have your cell. Mine is still in my truck… wait my truck. Where did that bastard take my truck? Son of a…"

Sam stops him. "Yea, I have mine right here." Glad we got rid of that ugly ass thing.

Bobby stops fuming and takes the phone. He thinks for a second trying to remember his friend's number then he dials it in. After a couple rings a man answers. "Hey, Joel. Yea it's me Bobby."

Sam's phone was loud enough for Sam to hear the conversation, while Dean concentrated on the road.

"Oh, hey Bobby. What can I do for you? Is your friend over there ok?"

Bobby nods. "Yea, he's ok thanks to you. But we have another problem."

"Yea, ok what can I do for you?"

"We need to know how to kill this demon?"

The other man actually has a tone of wonder. "Bobby, I thought you knew? I thought you did the research on them because of what happened to you?"

Sam raises his eyebrows. He is completely worried about his friend, now.

Bobby chuckles. "Yea, I was mostly focused on revenge at the time that I didn't even think to look up a way to kill it. I just wanted to find it." Bobby turns his head away from Sam, trying to avoid his staring.

"Yea, sounds like you. Umm, hold on, I know I have a book on the things here somewhere." Some scratching can be heard in the background as Joel looks for the book.

Bobby interrupts his searching. "Do you want me to call back in a bit?"

Then there is an "Uh huh" on the other end of the line. "Found it."

Bobby raises his eyebrows now. "That was fast."

Joel answers his surprise. "Yea it was still on the top of the pile from when you were here looking them up."

Bobby chuckles again. "So, what does it say?"

Joel sighs. "Hold your horses. You're so impatient." There is the sound of pages flipping quickly as Joel looks through the book in search of what his friend is asking. Joel then starts muttering to himself. "How to fight, where to look… Blah blah blah. What to avoid… eye contact…hmm."

Bobby rolls his eyes. "Back on topic, Joel."

Joel stops reading. "Uh, right. Hold on, here it is."

"Yea?"

"Ok, well the first part says, 'When getting into a one on one confrontation with Akem Manah, never look it straight in the eyes. A simple solution' and almost pathetic solution in my opinion 'is to wear sunglasses'."

Bobby's voice in questioning. "Sunglasses?"

Dean hears this, and he raises his eyebrows.

Joel chuckles on the other end of the line. "Yea, sunglasses. Imagine a new age thing like that helping defeat an old demon like this."

Bobby stops him. "Joel, you're getting off topic again."

"Right, right, hold on. It is immune to rituals, exorcisms. It can be killed by tool of man. More of that, useless, no, no."

Bobby was getting impatient again. "Joel."

"Yea, yea, I got it. Umm, it says it's powerful, no guns or knives…"

Bobby is stunned. "Then how do we kill it?" His tone was getting angrier and angrier.

Joel sighs again. "Well, as quoted here, 'He is easily defeated by his own weapon of deceit being turned against him."

Bobby quiets down. "What the hell does that mean?"

Joel shakes his head. "Honestly I don't know. It doesn't actually say the exact way to kill it. That's all it says on the bastard. I'm sorry Bobby."

Bobby's blood is boiling, but he keeps his cool. "Thanks a lot, Joel. Call me if you find more?"

"Anything I can do to help."

"Thanks."

"Yep." And a little click is heard as the phone is turned of.

Bobby turns off Sam's cell and hands it back to him. "Thanks, Sam."

Sam takes the phone and slips it into his pocket. "Yea."

Dean asks a question first. "So, what did he say, Bobby? The only part I really understood…" Though, it makes no sense, "…was we have to use sunglasses."

"Yea, apparently we have to wear sunglasses to avoid being controlled by it."

Dean nods. "Yea, makes sense." Now…doesn't make it any less funny. "Did he tell you how to kill it?"

Bobby shakes his head. "There wasn't any distinct way to kill it. We can't use exorcisms or knives or guns. They are all useless."

Dean shakes his head also. "Damn, the bastard is powerful."

"Yea."

Dean is getting worried now. "Did he tell you anything that could help?"

Bobby looks at Dean through the mirror as he speaks. "Only that the demon can be defeated easily by using it's power of deception against it."

Dean's eyes go wide. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Bobby looks down. "I don't know."

"Damn." Dean says no more, for they were now pulling up to their motel room. Dean stops the car and puts it in park.

But before Bobby can exit the vehicle Sam asks him a question. "Bobby, what did Joel mean by 'what happened to you'?"

Bobby looks at Sam. Both Sam and Dean are turned and look at Bobby, waiting for an answer. He quickly exits the vehicle.

Dean watches Bobby's haste.

But Sam is persistent. He exits the car just as Bobby was getting to the motel room door. Bobby tries to turn the handle and finds it locked. "Bobby, please tell me?"

Bobby turns and faces the boys just as another man was walking by. Bobby nods his head saying that he will tall them when they are inside. Dean is just as curious as Sam is, so he quickly searches for the key in his pocket and unlocks the room door. Sam quickly locks the Impala and follows the other two inside.

As soon as Dean has closed the door, Bobby tells his story. "I should have told you two sooner."

Dean stays silent. Sam speaks for him. "Tell us what, Bobby?"

Bobby sits down on one of the beds and holds his face in his hands. "It's one of my more... painful memories."

Dean takes the other bed and faces Bobby, while Sam grabs the chair Dean had been using before and moves to sit right in front of Bobby, intent on getting him to tell his story.

Bobby tries his best to think back to when he was a kid. "It was night. I think it was storming. I don't really remember much of the night itself. I hadn't fallen asleep, yet. I was 9 years old and still scared of storms. I was huddled under my covers. Anyway, there was a particularly loud clap of thunder. I jumped out of bed and ran to my parent's room. My dad was a hunter, so he never seemed scared of anything. He wasn't in the room, though. My mom was the only one in the bed." Bobby smiles. "She was learning to be a hunter, too. She was awesome at it. Total triple threat, skill, murder, and beauty. So, I ran into the bed, and she woke up." Bobby swallowed hard, not wanting to think too much about that part. "Well, anyway, that was when my dad walked into the room. He walked over to my mom's side of the bed. She was about to say something when she let out a scream. It lasted only a couple of seconds before her breath left her completely." Bobby swallows again.

Dean and Sam both look at each other with sad faces.

Bobby continues. "My dad had killed my mom. He ran out of the house, but not before I looked into his eyes. They were just pure evil, like nothing I had ever seen. Then, he was gone, and I was left alone with my mom, blood all over me." He pauses and takes a deep breath before he keeps going. " It was actually about an hour later before I called 911. I didn't really know whom else to call but the cops. And being 9, I told them exactly what I saw… my dad killing my mom. After they had taken her away and taken my statement, they took me to the police station and to some Social Service people came to get me. The next day they said they found my dad. He was in the bathroom of a store, trying to wash the blood off." Bobby then looks up at Sam. "You know I never blamed him, and it was a good thing I didn't. But I could just tell it wasn't him. My first thought was shapeshifter."

Sam gives a sad halfhearted smile.

"I asked to talk to my dad. They would only let me see him through the two-way mirror, but I think he knew I was there. He mouthed the words, 'It wasn't me. I'm so sorry'." And he put his head down. The last time I saw him was in the hospital with a blank stare on his face. He died later on. That's my story. I went to a foster home and the next week I snuck out. I stayed with family friends after that. That was where I learned to be a hunter."

Dean speaks first. "Bobby, I'm so sorry. I could never imagine that kind of thing happening to us."

Bobby smiles. "It was a long time ago. I'm fine."

Sam didn't really want to say what was on his mind. You're never fine. I don't remember my mom dying, but I miss her and Jess everyday. It's so hard. "I'm really sorry, Bobby."

Bobby looks Sam in the eyes. "Why? Now, thanks to you I can finally get revenge on that son of a bitch. I never could actually find the one that did it, but this one will have to do until I can find the other one."

Dean stands up and smiles. "Well, it's decided then. We're going after this thing full force."

Sam stands up right after his brother. "Yea."

Bobby slowly stands then smiles at the boys standing before him. "For Sam… and my parents."


A/N3: So, I toned it down a lot in this chapter, but I really wanted some emotional scene with Bobby, some story that would tie into this story. So, I created a dramatic history. Hopefully you liked hearing more into Bobby's past. Thanks for reading, and please leave me a little comment.