John pulled the truck in front of Bobby's house.
Bobby waved him inside and laid out what little information he had managed to find about the yellow house.
John opened the vial and confirmed that the powder inside was sulfur. He didn't know what kind of connection Kate had with the house but having evidence of demons worried him.
They developed a plan and drove over to the house.
Bobby got out of the truck and went to the front door while John checked the outside of the house.
A woman answered the door. She was middle aged and looked a bit like a hippie. "Can I help you?"
Bobby cleared his throat. "I had my grandson at the park with me and he took off. I was wondering if you saw him run this way."
"Poor thing. No, I haven't but I can keep an eye out." She walked away from the door to get a pen and slip of paper.
Bobby used his foot to slide the rug away from the front door and noted that there was a devil's trap under it. He quickly scooted it back when she came back down the hallway.
He wrote down a description and the number to one of his phones. He saw a strand of rosary beads around her neck. He made small talk with her to give John a chance to look around.
She sat the paper down inside and brought back two glasses of water.
Bobby hid his reluctance in taking a drink. He saw her shoulders relax as he sipped. He also saw her eyeing the rug he was on. His phone buzzed and he answered it. "Hey. You found him? Thank god. I'll meet you at home." He said before hanging up.
"I take it he has been found?" She asked.
"Yeah, damn kids. I'm sorry I wasted your time." He said as he walked down the steps.
"It is no problem at all." She said warmly and shut the door.
He made his way down the street to John's truck.
"Did you find anything?" John asked.
"I think she had a devil's trap under the rug and I'm almost certain she gave me holy water to drink." Bobby said.
John scratched his head. "So she isn't a demon but knows about them."
"Looks like it." Bobby agreed.
"So what is her connection with Katie?" John said to himself.
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Kate woke up and looked at the ceiling fan above her head. She panicked for a moment before remembering that she was no longer at Bobby's. She glanced at the camping mats on the floor and saw that Sam was still sleeping but Dean wasn't in the room. She tiptoed around Sam and left the room.
Brian and Dean were talking in hushed tones in the kitchen.
Kate didn't want them to think she was listening when she shouldn't so she cleared her throat.
"Kate. Hi." Dean said.
"Is everything okay?" She asked groggily.
Brian thought for a moment. "John and Bobby checked out that house yesterday."
"What did they find?" She asked.
"It seems like demons have been there and the owner knows about them but they don't think the owner is a demon herself." Brian answered.
Kate liked being in the loop. "That is good right?"
Dean shook his head and sat his cup down. "Just because she isn't a demon doesn't mean she isn't something else."
Kate sat down and frowned. "In my vision, she was concerned."
"Visions can be symbolic." Dean responded.
Brian went to his bag and pulled out a leather bound journal. He handed it to Kate. "This will be yours."
Kate opened it and leafed through the blank pages. "This looks just like yours."
"Yep. You are not going to be hunting but if you have a vision you can write about it and draw in the journal. If you think of something or see something that you want to check out, it goes in that journal. It doesn't matter how small it is or if you doubt that it could be useful. This way, you have an outlet and a way for me to help." Brian stated.
Kate hugged the journal to her chest. "I love it, dad. Thanks."
Sam woke up and shuffled his way to the kitchen. His head was hurting and the light burned his eyes.
"Are you okay, Sammy?" Kate asked.
"Yeah. I just have a bit of a headache. Coffee will help." He said, placing a hand on her head.
Sam and Dean stayed until noon and had to return to Sioux Falls.
Kate was sad to see them go but knew that she could call them with her new phone. She hugged them both and waved as they left.
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Dean steered the car back toward Bobby's and hit the gas. They had stayed a little longer at the cabin and needed to make it back.
Sam rested his head against the cool glass. The Motrin he had taken hadn't kicked in.
Dean turned the music off. "How's your head?"
"Its fine." Sam quipped.
"You don't look fine. Is it one of those migraines?"
Sam squinted his eyes. "Dean, I don't know. I'm just going to close my eyes."
Dean left Sam alone and picked up the pace a little.
They made it back to Bobby's in a questionable amount of time.
Dean shook Sam's arm. "We are at Bobby's."
Sam stumbled out of the car, holding his head.
John walked over to Sam and helped him into the house. "Is it your head again?"
Sam groaned. "Yeah."
John grabbed the med kit and found the medication Sam had gotten for migraines.
Dean grabbed the extra blankets and covered the windows, like they had done for Kate. He helped Sam up to his bed and draped a cool towel over his head. "There's a glass of water on the desk."
Sam gave a thumbs up as a reply.
"When did that start?" John asked as Dean walked down the stairs.
"He woke up with a headache but it just keeps getting worse." Dean replied.
John showed Dean the research he and Bobby had done on the mysterious house.
"Are we just going to keep eyes on the place?" Dean asked.
"Until we have a reason to do more."
John handed Dean a box of empty shells and a box of salt.
Dean smirked. He wondered how many hours of his life had been spent making salt rounds. "What is our next mission?"
John grabbed a paper from Bobby's bulletin board. "Some hikers went missing. We are thinking it is werewolves."
Dean looked at the claw marks on one of the bodies that had been found. "Missing a heart?"
"Yes. Time line makes sense too." John added.
John was going to take care of the problem that night. "Sammy is out of commission but I would like for you to go."
Dean furrowed his brows. "You would 'like' for me to go?"
John huffed. "Your brother is hurting. I'm not going to force you to leave him."
Dean smirked. "Kate has done a number on you."
John reached over and smacked the back of Dean's head. "Are you coming or not?"
Dean went to check on Sam. "Hey, Sammy." He whispered
"What?" Sam snapped.
"Uh, dad is going to work a case. I think it would be best for me to go with him. Are you going to be okay?" Dean asked.
Sam turned his head. "I'm fine as long as you stop talking to me."
Dean stood up and walked to the door. He gently closed the door but cracked it open enough to mutter. "Bitch." before latching it. He smiled when he heard a mumbled "jerk." on the other side of the door. He ran down the stairs and found John. "I'm going."
John looked at his watch. "We leave in ten."
Dean gathered his gear and met John at the car. "My car or yours?"
John threw his duffle in the backseat of the impala. "Yours, but I'm driving."
Dean rolled his eyes and threw John the keys. "The whole point of it being mine is that I drive."
"It was mine before it was yours, son." John said as he turned the key. He peeled out of Bobby's driveway and rolled his window down and propped his elbow on the door.
Dean reflected on the years before he had been given baby. He would sit in the front seat and struggle to hold the map on his lap as it flapped around in the wind. John would blare music and hang his arm out the window, just as he was doing then. His dad was larger than life and had always been his hero. As he grew, John was still his hero but he was nearly as tall as his dad. His point of view had changed but watching his dad sit in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers along to the music, he was reminded of all those years before.
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Kate was watching a cartoon and felt her eyes getting heavy. "I'm going to nap, dad."
Brian waved her off and laid back on the sofa.
Kate opened her door and rolled her eyes at the paper that hung on her wall. She would have to find a way to get it down. She curled up on her pillow and closed her eyes. Her heart felt heavy. She already missed her friends. She grabbed her stuffed animal and dozed off.
Sam sat up in his bed. He couldn't see anything. His headache was gone. He rested for a few minutes and then grew restless. He rolled out of bed and went to go downstairs. When he opened the door, he was confused by the change in layout. There were no stairs in front of his door. "Dean, Bobby." He called out but didn't get an answer. He took in his surroundings and groaned when he recognized the plants and wallpaper. He silently made his way down a long hallway. He heard muted voices coming from the living room. He carefully peaked around the corner and his heart raced when he saw the same dark figure sitting on the couch. He strained to hear what they were talking about. "Not yet, they are not ready." The man's voice said. Ready for what? Who are they? The voices were muffled and far away, even though the figure was close to him. He couldn't figure out who the other voice belonged to. His vision went black and then images flashed in front of his eyes. "You shouldn't be here." a gentle voice whispered.
Sam opened his eyes and flinched when he couldn't see anything. He pulled a blanket back from the window and groaned when the light hit his eyes. The throbbing pain in his head let him know that he was probably awake. He laid back down and put his pillow over his head.
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Dean leaned back against the door of the impala and checked his gun. He slipped extra silver bullets into his pocket and stashed the gun in the waistband of his pants.
"It isn't a full moon. We should be able to figure out who the wolves are though." John said.
Dean nodded his head. It wasn't his first werewolf hunt. They looked like normal humans the majority of the time and could be hard to spot.
John flashed a fake badge and gained entry to the medical examiners office. Their examination of the body confirmed what they were dealing with. They went to the police station and managed to get a look at the case files.
"We are going to question the witnesses and suspects." John stated.
"We already did. None of them seemed guilty." The police chief countered.
"We just need to be thorough." John replied as he walked away.
They went house by house and cleared people by testing them with a silver pen.
"The wolves are probably too smart to be seen anywhere near those people." Dean reasoned.
One of the witnesses mentioned something about a run down house about a mile from where the hikers went missing.
John used a pair of binoculars to watch the house. Two large men were sitting outside the front door. He spotted movement inside as well. They couldn't just walk up to the house. They would look like easy prey and the werewolves would realize they were hunters. He came up with a plan and relayed it to Dean.
The sun began to dip in the sky as two more hunters arrived. Werewolves ran in packs and John didn't have a good read on how many were inside the house.
With guns loaded and knives sharpened, they crept closer to the house.
Dean knocked on the front door and waited for the door to open. "Hey, uh, my fiancé and I were camping but I think she got sick from some berries. We just need to find out way back out to our car."
Laughter was heard from inside and then one of the men walked out of the house. "I'll make sure you get home safe."
Dean walked toward the tree line. "Our campsite is this way."
The man smirked and followed him.
Dean passed by a hidden John.
The man grunted as John planted his knife in his heart. He drug the body behind a tree and crept closer to the house.
A while later, another man walked out of the door. "Clyde, are you bringing dinner back or what?"
One of the other hunters steaked him in the chest and tried to prevent the large body from making noise as it fell.
A woman heard the commotion and stepped into the doorway. "Hunters!" She managed to yell before a bullet stopped her.
The pack was small, five in total. They made quick work of the other two and stopped to burry the bodies.
They were in good spirts and talking about drinks. The hunt was successful and ended with zero injuries.
John walked back through the woods with his arm around Dean's shoulder.
Dean had gotten John's love of hunting and was buzzing with adrenaline.
John stopped suddenly and scratched his ear.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
John shook his head and then snapped around and fired a shot into the darkness.
A large thud could be heard from several yards away.
Dean used a flashlight and found the body of a sixth wolf. "Whoa! How'd you do that?" He said, grinning.
John furrowed his brows. "I- I don't know."
"I didn't even hear the thing, let alone see it." Dean was in awe.
They took care of the body as Dean rambled about the hunt.
John stayed quiet, in contemplation. He was a great hunter and a phenomenal shot but there was no way he should have hit the wolf, dead in the chest. It was dark and he didn't even lay eyes on the thing until he was already dead.
They took the gear back to the impala and John let Dean drive.
Dean checked on Sam once they got back to Bobby's house. It was late and Sam was asleep. He woke Sam up enough to ask how he felt.
Sam opened his eyes. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep. His head was still aching so he took some more medicine and went back to sleep.
"How is he?" John asked.
"Still has the headache." Dean answered.
"I checked on him a few times and he has not gotten out of bed since you two got here." Bobby added.
John poured himself a drink and sat down at Bobby's table. He rubbed his neck and leaned back in the chair. "Keep an eye on him tonight."
Dean said he would. He got a quick shower before calling it a night. He was exhausted and fell asleep quickly.
"How did the hunt go?" Bobby asked.
John gave him a rundown of the hunt. He told him about the last wolf that he shot down as it stalked them.
"That is quite the shot." Bobby commented.
John took another drink and shook his head. "I am still trying to figure out how I managed that."
Bobby poured him another drink. "It is a good thing you did."
John didn't argue with that. He downed the drink and turned in for the night.
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Sam woke up to the sound of Dean's breathing. He rolled over and looked at the time. It was early morning so he slipped, silently out of the room and went downstairs. He made coffee and cracked open one of his books. The vision he had the night before was fresh in his mind. He tried to remember details about the images he had seen when the woman covered his eyes. The images floated at the edge of his mind's peripherals.
An hour later, John and Bobby woke up.
"How's the head, son?" John asked.
"Doesn't hurt anymore." Sam answered. He told them about the vision but most of the information he gained, they already knew. "What time did you get back?"
"Late last night. We were out a bit later than planned." John stated.
Sam's phone buzzed. He answered. "Hello?"
"Sam! I need to talk to you." Kate said.
"Katie, why are you awake?" He asked.
"Don't worry about it. Listen, I had a weird dream last night but maybe it wasn't a dream and if it was not a dream your dad is going to be so mad at me." She spit out.
"Slow down. Take a breath. What happened?" Sam said, calmly.
She told him about floating through the woods, not walking like she did in her normal visions. She said she saw a wolf man behind a tree stalking someone. He leaped toward the person and she yelled. The person turned around and upon seeing John's face she woke up. She had gone back to sleep but was worried that the vision was real and that John would be mad at her for reading him again.
Sam motioned for his dad to take the phone.
"Hi, Kate. What is the matter." John asked.
She reluctantly told him about the dream.
He scratched his head. "Dean and I were walking back to the car, after we got done with a pack of werewolves. I heard a buzzing noise and managed to shoot one of the wolves that had escaped the house."
"I'm sorry if I read you. I promise I didn't mean to." Kate offered, weakly.
"I'd like to know how you did that but neither Dean or I had heard him and things could have ended poorly for us. I'm not mad at you, Kate. Calm down. You said you didn't read me. I believe you but how on earth did you know where we were and how did you warn me?" Knowing that Kate was involved with the incident raised more questions than he originally had.
After conversing for a few minutes, Kate realized that John was the last person she had thought about before she fell asleep. The paper Dean had stuck to her wall was crinkling from the ceiling fan and it was the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes.
John updated Brian and then handed the phone back to Sam so he and Kate could discuss the house dream.
Dean walked into the kitchen to Bobby and John talking. "What did I miss?"
John gave him a run down of the morning's events.
"I don't care if Kate did warn you, dad, that shot was clean." He was still on a high from the thrills of the night before.
John was amused that Dean was no longer phased by what Kate could do. He was also proud of the shot but would never gloat.
Dean found Sam and sat down on the other end of the couch.
Sam had already hung up the phone and was focusing on his book.
"Earth to Sam." Dean said, snapping his fingers in front of his face when Sam didn't respond.
Sam shook his head. "What?"
Dean furrowed his brows. "I have been sitting here talking to you for the past two minutes."
"Oh, sorry. I am just trying to make sense of something."
Dean shrugged and left him alone. He slipped on his running shoes and told Bobby that he was going out. He needed to get back into the habit of running every day. He ran on the shoulder of the road for a couple miles before stopping to catch his breath. A slight breeze blew through the trees and chilled his skin. He relished his immediate lack of responsibility but his mind wouldn't stop worrying about Sam and Kate. Worrying about Sam was nothing new but the visions scared him. Sammy was his baby brother and the thought of him having some kind of supernatural ability just didn't feel right. Kate was another story. He was terrified of something happening to her but it seemed like bad things sought her out. When she was at Bobby's he could keep tabs on her. Now that she was at the cabin, Dean felt on edge. A car sped by, kicking up rocks with its tires. Dean jumped back to avoid the projectiles. "Asshole!" He yelled as the car disappeared. He wiped the dust from his eyes and turned back to Bobby's. He ran for a mile before he heard a car approaching. He glanced behind him and saw the car that had previously sped by. He turned down a different driveway than Bobby's, just incase the car was following him. He ran through the woods and made it to Bobby's in record time. He wasn't sure if the driver had ill intentions but being paranoid was better than being oblivious. He grabbed a glass of water and then went upstairs to shower. He stopped to grab clean clothes and saw Sam sitting on his bed.
Sam looked up. "Sorry about earlier, I had a dream and there were flashes of something and I just can't place where I have seen it before."
Dean threw his sweaty shirt at Sam. "Let me know when you figure it out."
Sam gagged and threw the shirt back. He rolled his eyes as Dean left the room. He flipped through the books on his shelf in search of something. The images in his head were distorted. They had to be important. He grabbed the book Kate had given him. He flipped through it once and didn't see anything that caught his attention. As he sat it down he caught an imprint that was on visible from a certain angle. He traced his fingers along the lines. It looked like someone had written something and then ripped the page away, so that a faint outline was left on the remaining page. He grabbed a piece of paper and gently rubbed a pencil over the page. He took it downstairs to show John and Bobby.
"I have seen something like this." Bobby said, holding the paper to the light.
"Do you think it has something to do with what is going on?" Sam asked.
"Why would that book be connected?" John asked.
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe Kate was drawn to it."
Bobby looked at the symbol and then went to his study to find the book he was thinking of.
Outside, along the tree line, a middle aged man stood against a tree with his hands in his pockets. He had watched Dean run in the house and could see Bobby through the window. He cursed under his breath. He could feel the warding that prevented him from approaching him. "I'll just have to wait." He hissed to himself. He turned on his heel and disappeared back into the trees.