Bunkered (Part 29 - Now) by frostygossamer
Sam is already pounding the internet when Dean drags his messy head out of bed the next morning.
"Whatcha doing there, Sam? Booty surfing?"
Sam grins briefly as Dean drops in a chair across from him with a hot mug of java.
"Searching for signs."
Dean raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? Signs of what?"
"Of a black-hearted devil with a scorch mark for a soul. Caleb gave me a clue."
"Caleb?" The name means nothing to Dean.
Sam doesn't elaborate. He swivels the monitor they hooked up to his phone and jabs at the screen.
"Got him! He's right... THERE!"
TBC
