PRESENT-DAY – CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

"So hot little Meg is summoning the demon." Dean repeats what Sam had told him about what he had found after following the mysterious blonde girl Meg.

Sam nods as he turns to face his elder brother "It looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing."

As Dean stops pacing he turns to face his brother and couldn't help but smirk in amusement, he always knew his brother had tragic taste in women "So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." He teases laughing softly ignoring his brother's eye roll "And what's the deal with that bowl again?"

"She was talking into it." Sam explains thinking back to what he had seen in that warehouse, it was still really confusing and he couldn't be positive what exactly she was doing but he was pretty sure he was right about this "The way witches used to scry into crystal balls. She was communicating with someone."

"With the Daeva?" Dean asks unsure, it just didn't make sense to him, none of this was clicking together.

Sam shakes his head, he was pretty sure that wasn't it "No, this was someone different, someone, who's giving her orders. Someone who's coming to that warehouse."

Dean thinks for a moment before finally it all clicks moving across the room quickly he grabs the police file off the table and quickly begins flipping through it before his eyes widen, he was right. "Holy crap."

"What?" Sam asks in confusion, he had a feeling he was missing something very big here.
"What I was gonna tell you earlier. I pulled a favor with my...friend Amy over at the Police Department. Complete records of the two victims. We missed something the first time."

Sam's eyes widen and he walks over in confusion "What?" he breaths desperate to know what they possibly could have missed because by the look on Dean's face he could tell it was something big.

As Sam bends over to look at the file in front of Dean the elder of the two speaks "The First Victim, the old man? He spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born."

Pulling out the birth certificate Sam's eyes widen as he spots their hometown written on the piece of paper "Lawrence, Kansa."

Dean nods before grabbing the second file he had gotten from the very cute cop and showing it to Sam "Meredith, the second victim. It turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from?"
Sam takes a shaky breath as he looks down at the city of birth and there it was again Lawrence, Kansas.
It was all connected, to the demon, everything they were doing here, and they hadn't even known. Unable to stand he carefully sits down on one of the beds and exclaims a simple "Holy crap."

"Yeah."

"I mean, that is where the demon killed mom." Sam reminds him "That's where everything started." Sighing he finally turns back to face his brother desperate to figure this out, they were so close he could feel it in his bones "So you think Meg's tied up with the demon?"

Dean merely nods at this point, it made sense it's where all the cards were pointing to "I think it's a definite possibility."

"But I don't understand." Sam huffs, this case was just getting more and more confusing by the day, nothing was ever simple when it came to this demon "What's the significance of Lawrence? And do these Daeva things fit in?"

Dean sighs in frustration, honestly, he didn't know and his main focus right now was dealing with Meg, they could figure out how this was all connected after "I saw we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation."

"No, we can't." Sam realizes, if they did they could risk losing any chance at finding out who she was working for and if it was the demon...they couldn't risk it "We shouldn't tip her off. We've got to stake out that Warehouse. We got to see who...or what is showing up to meet her."

Dean sighs and looks down at all their research in front of them, if this was really it, if they were finally about to go up against the demon, they wouldn't be able to do it alone "I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone."


"We think we got a serious lead on the thing that killed mom. So, uh, this warehouse – it's 1435 West Erie. Dad if you get this...get to Chicago as soon as you can."

"How long ago?" Buffy asks as the message from John's son Dean finishes, looking up at the elder hunter he sighs as he tosses the phone on the table "Bout an hour. They'll be heading out there bout now."

Buffy groans as she pushes open their motel room and heads inside dumping their weapons on one of the beds "So I finally get to meet the famous Sam and Dean huh?" She questions curiously as she opens up one of the bags and pulls out her crossbow and arrows as well as her arrow wrist holster.
John snorts in amusement as he tosses the blonde her sandwich "Eat something." He tells her, as he begins unloading the guns and refilling them with rock salt.

Buffy rolls her eyes before huffing and biting into her sandwich, two months of traveling with John and he had been babying her so much, not in the hunter sense, but always making sure she ate and scaring away boys from her in any bars they went to.

"So what's the plan?" She asks curiously as she places on her ankle and thigh holsters, attaching blades to both before attaching the scythe to her side holster, she was seriously starting to look like a commando doll or something.
Apparently traveling with John meant combat trousers and none of her pretty dresses, she felt like such an anti-fashion dork.
She did threaten him when he tried to force her into sneakers, she would stake herself before she gave up her leather platform boots for sneakers.

"You're going in there." He tells her as he tosses her some extra arrows "Alone."

At his words Buffy's eyes widen, this wasn't the plan they were supposed to kill this thing together "John..."

"She's not gonna summon that thing. You saw it in your dream last night." He tells her "They're walking into a trap. You're gonna get them and I'll meet you at their motel."

Buffy shakes her head, she didn't like the idea of leaving John alone with the demon most probably close to them, however before she could argue John sighs "Sweetie, it can't know I'm here. If it does it puts everyone that has helped us at risk. You go in there and you help my boys."

Buffy sighs and looks up at John who had a fatherly grasp on her shoulder, huffing slightly she clenches her jaw "I hate being told what to do. I like none plan plans, with no orders. I tried orders once. It didn't end well." She points out remembering back to her time in the Initiative back in Sunnydale "I upset a lot of military guys with sticks up their butts."
John snorts before handing her the crossbow and his car keys "Go...and don't crash my car. Again."

"It was one time!" She huffs as she heads for the door, she crashed the car one time to avoid hitting something, it had been 3 weeks and he still wasn't letting it go "It was a puppy!"
"It was a werewolf." He reminds her making her roll her eyes in a huff "It was a cute werewolf." She mumbles under her breath before heading out the door.

It was time to go finally meet Sam and Dean.