They sat in a corner booth in a roadside diner. Dean never thought of himself as a coward, just cautious, for he knew Sam wouldn't like this idea at all. And this way, he hears it in front of witnesses. He wouldn't kick his ass in front of witnesses, hopefully.

While they ate, Dean told his brother what he learned at the coffee shop. He told him that the Burroughs family was always in turmoil. When the father died, the older brother took over and he was no businessman. The younger brother got disgusted with him and moved away. Not long after, accidents started happening, machinery breakdowns and financial troubles. He tried to sell; the company went into debt and he lost everything. Finally, this big developer comes along, makes this great deal and here we are.

"But, Dean, what's causing it?"

"It turns out that the stones are from a section of the quarry that had been sealed off."

"And they opened it. So, next stop, the quarry?"

Dean shook his head. He explained that whatever was released, at the mine, must have traveled with the stones to the park.

"I made a few calls and what we need is this ritual." He handed Sam his phone and he read the email. The ingredients were pretty commonplace and the incantation was simple. Sam was relieved. This should be easy, he thought.

He should have known better. Dean told his brother that once the potion was prepared, they would need to take it to the park and draw out the spirit in order to destroy it.

"How do we do that? We can't wait for another death."

"Easy, I'll be bait and you'll be ready."

At the sound of the word 'bait', Sam thought he felt his heart stop. He knew his breath faltered. He thought back to his recent dreams and felt a chill grab him. In these few seconds, he tried to compose himself. Nothing had happened and Dean was safe. Besides, this thing was only interested in avenging the violation of the mine and neither of them qualified. He slowly felt himself relax unaware that he had become tense as well as anxious. He hoped that Dean was unaware as well as he made his next statement, with as much control as he could muster.

"But Dean, you've got no connection to the quarry."

The smile on his brother's face worried him. He wasn't sure that he wanted to hear Dean's response.

"I got a job there this morning."

END OF PART THREE