Bobby's House. 3 Weeks Later.

Bobby has maps out and books everywhere. The boys had been hanging out there for a few days now helping him go through things after Balthazar came by 4 days ago and zapped them to an alternate reality and then brought them back. Dean was still irritated.

Dean had his cell phone sitting on the table on speaker, volume turned up.

Bela(Voice): So nothing on the Angel? What's this all about?

Bobby: I've been getting blasts from hunters all week. (pointing at a map) Nest of vamps. Werewolf dance party. Shifters, six of them. Two hunters died taking them out. Ghouls, ghouls. Ghoul-wraith smorgasbord.

Bela: Bloody hell...

Dean: Is it just me, or is that a straight line down I-80?

Bobby: Exactly.

Bela(Voice): Where are all those monsters going?

Bobby points to a spot on the map.

Sam: What is it?

Bela: Yeah, especially since I'm on this end of the phone line.

Bobby: Ohio. Guy bashes in his family's heads.

Bela: I'm closest. I can go.

Dean: Hell no.

Sam gave him a look.

Dean: We're all going. If all the creatures of the night are heading to one location, that ain't good news. It's gonna take more than you.

Bela: Right. See you there.

Bela hung up.

Dean: Let's pack it up.

Sam looked to Bobby as Dean grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

Sam: Was that actual concern for her well-being or just being realistic about the hunt?

Bobby: Probably both.

Sam shook his head. Bobby just shrugged.

Ohio. Day. Police Station.

The man, Rick, who'd bashed his wife's head in but didn't remember, was sitting in the interrogation room before they dragged him into a cell. The police detective suggested a lawyer, so Rick went along with it. The detective went to make a call to one of the law offices.

An hour later, they had sent over a woman lawyer ready to go into the station. Bela was waiting outside and stepped up to the woman.

Bela: Hi. You're the lawyer the police called over?

The woman nodded.

Bela: Yes, well they don't need your services anymore. My client called me himself, he wants someone he knows.

Woman: Really? Damn cops wasting my time...

Bela: (Fake) I'm really sorry, but it's in my clie...

Woman: Yeah yeah, I got it.

The woman went back to her car. Bela smiled, then turned to the police station. She place her fake Id around on her jacket and walked in.

Interrogation Room.

Bela: Told the policemen we needed a moment. So I'm going to ask you some questions, and I'm going to need you to answer them honestly or I can't help you. Okay?

The man nodded. Bela rattled off a few questions that Rick answered pretty easily.

Rick: Like I told the cops, I remember nothing. I blacked out.

Bela: I need you to tell me what you do remember.

Rick: I uh..was driving my truck on its regular route, and when I came to I was back in my truck at work.

Bela: Which was where?

Rick: Starlight Cannery. I called home and no one answered, so I went there and...I found...

Bela: It's okay, I know what you're trying to say. I need to know if you remember anything specific before you blacked out.

Rick: No...I mean I uh, gave this kid a ride and they took off...I think.

Bela gave him a questioning look.

Bela: Anything else?

Rick shook his head.

Rick: I loved them...I would never.

Bela nodded. She stood up.

Bela: I'll see what I can do okay?

She left the room and passed the cops on the way out.

Detective: You get anything out of him? He ready to plea?

Bela: No, he isn't. I believe him...I'm good at knowing when people lie.

Detective: Uh huh. And what do you suppose happen? We have evidence.

Bela: Not saying he didn't kill her...I think it was an accident. I think he truly blacked out.

Detective: So what, you gonna get him to plead insanity? Schizophrenia? What?

Bela: Or he was drugged. Unfortunately I got an emergency call from home, family related. I won't be able to help him. You'll have to call another lawyer. I'll send you a recommendation.

The detective shook his head.

Bela went outside, scrolled through the internet on her phone and found a number to one of the other law firms, just so the police wouldn't know she sent the other lawyer back.

She went back into the police station and gave the detective the other lawyer's number.

Bela: Where's the restroom?

The detective pointed to the hall. At that point the station was busy and she was able to sneak to where they kept the surveillance tape.

Motel Room.

The four hunters were sitting around, going over what Bela found.

Dean: So, demon possession or ghosts? I thought this was a monster thing.

Sam: All right, here we go.

They view security camera footage of the night the trucker picked up the hitchhiker.

Sam: Truck stop, night of the murders.

Bela: That's him.

They see a woman approach the guy's truck. Sam pauses the camera while Eve is facing it and her face flashes to monster-like.

Dean: What the hell is that?

Sam: Bobby?

Bobby: I've never seen that in my life. All those vamps and ghouls out on I-80, maybe it's her. The Mother...

Dean: If it is, we got no clue how to gank her. So what are we gonna do if we run into her? Throw salt and hope?

Bobby: No, we're gonna turn tail and run, because we're in over our heads.

Bela: I'm going to agree with him.

DEAN I mean, we better get some real info on this bitch before we do run into her.

Bobby's phone rings.

Bobby: Yeah? Uh huh...okay. Thanks officer.

Dean: What?

Bobby: Some guy went nuts over at that same Cannery.

Bela looked between him and Dean.

Bobby: I'll go meet with the police. You finish here. Get to researching.

Motel.

An hour later Sam, Dean, & Bela still had nothing. Bela sighed in frustration.

Bela: I think we should take his suggestion. We don't need to stay here to research. This one can't be won today.

Dean: Bobby's still there. Let's head to him and see what he found. Then we'll head out once we know for sure.

Sam nodded. They all headed out, Dean and Sam went to the Impala, and Bela headed to her own car to follow them.

End Chapter.