Warnings: Mild violence

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Dean was pacing as Cas sat cross legged on the bed, trying to find either the demon or Sam. As Dean paced though, he noticed for the first time the theming of the room. There were guitars and records on the walls. It was a very 1950's, rock & roll feel. How ironic.

"Dean." Cas said. Dean turned to look at the angel. "I can't sense Sam's soul, but I think I might have an idea where the demon is."

"Good. If we leave now and I don't drive the speed limits we might be able to catch it…" Dean said. Cas shook his head.

"The demon is here in Clear Lake." Cas told him. "I can't pinpoint his exact location, but I can tell that he's here." Dean sighed.

"I guess that's better than nothing." He said, rubbing his eyes. "And I think I might have a general idea of where to start."

"Where's that?" Cas asked.

"The museum Sam and I were at when he got DeLoreaned. We were trying to help a ghost move on. If Ritchie is hanging out there, then the demon must be around there."

"Do you want me to scope it out first?" Cas asked. Dean shook his head.

"No. If the demon knew we were coming, he can smell you from a mile away." Dean said. "I mean, we can just show up there after hours and see what we find."

"Why don't we ever break into someplace during business hours?" Cas asked. Dean smiled.

"Where's the fun in that?" He asked. "Come on. It'll be closing soon. We need to talk to Ritchie." Cas nodded and headed out with Dean to the Impala. It wasn't far from their hotel to the museum. Dean and Cas staked it out for a little bit, making sure that it was empty before they got out and slipped in through a side door. It was dark inside, but Dean was used to looking around in dark places.

"Ritchie." Dean whispered. "Ritchie, come out man." The building got colder and Dean looked as the ghost materialized in front of them. "Hey man."

"Dean? What are you doing here? Who's that?" Ritchie asked.

"This is Cas. He's going to help us. Get you to heaven and help me get Sam back." Dean explained. "Now, I need you to tell me where the demon is."

"Corson. That's his name. Y está por aquí en alguna parte." Dean looked at Cas as Ritchie started to trail off into Spanish. "Dean, ¿puedes oírme? ¿Hola?"

"Cas, I need some translation now." Dean said.

"Dean, está justo ahí..." Ritchie said, his panic making it hard for Cas to translate what he was saying. The jukebox turned on then, playing Patsy Cline's "Walking After Midnight". Ritchie hoped the music would get Dean's attention, especially if he knew his music history. But no such luck as Cas was blasted out of the building and Dean was hit upside the head when he turned to see what was going on.

"Oh Ritchie, what am I going to do with you?" Corson laughed, looking down at the unconscious Dean. "But you know I'm a sucker for musicians that died in plane crashes." He laughed and got ready to tie Dean up while Ritchie was forced to watch.

1959

"Sam!" Buddy called up the stairs. "We're leaving soon! Are you ready?"

"Just a minute." Sam said, checking to make sure he had everything packed. They were leaving soon to fly out to join the tour. Sam had to remind himself that this wasn't the flight where Buddy died. It would be coming up later on. This flight was just fine.

Sam grabbed the bag he had packed and looked at the letter laying on the desk, Dean's name scrawled across it. He had wrote out a letter for his brother, just in case he didn't make it back to his time. He wanted his brother to get one last thing from him in case he never saw him again. He took the letter and headed downstairs where Buddy and Maria were saying goodbye to each other.

"I'll be home in February." Buddy told her, cupping her face and kissing her gently. "And I'll call you every night." Maria held back the tears that were coming. "A-you're the one that I'm thinking of. You're the one that I'll always love. You're the one sent from heaven above. You're the one that's a-meant for me." He sang to her as he held her close. She glanced over at Sam before resting her head on Buddy's chest.

"I love you." She whispered to him. He kissed the top of her head.

"I love you too." He smiled then looked over at Sam. "I'm gonna put the things in the car."

"I'll be right out." Sam told him. Buddy nodded and grabbed the bags, heading to the car. Sam walked to Maria. "I can try to save him, you know."

"You said it yourself. It could be disastrous." Sam nodded and handed her the envelope. "What's this?"

"If there is a chance I don't make it back to my timeline and see my brother, I want you to give this to him." Sam explained. Maria looked down at it then up at the hunter. "If I don't get out of this timeline, I'm gonna take up hunting again with Waylon. And hunters don't have a long shelf life."

"Sam…"

"Just do it, please?" He asked. She nodded and laid the letter on the small table before hugging Sam.

"I know you can't save him, but please come back." She whispered as Sam hugged her. "I don't want to do this alone."

"You won't be alone." He pulled away. "I better go or Buddy might leave me behind."

"You be careful Sam." She told him. Sam nodded and left, catching up with Buddy who was waiting at the car.

"God, I already miss her." Buddy laughed. "Is it too late to cancel?"

"I think so yeah." Sam joked. Buddy got in the car and they drove off to the airport, ready to start the tour.

"Dear god, this was a mistake." Buddy said, rubbing his hands together. "Sam, why didn't you stop me from agreeing to this?"

"I have no control over it." Sam buried himself deeper in the coat he was wearing. It was the early morning hours of February 2nd. They had stopped the tour bus a couple times because JP had to throw up. Poor Ritchie was out of his element. He was used to warm, California climate.

"I hope my fingers thaw out before I have to play again." Waylon said, moving his fingers to keep the blood flowing. "Crappy tour bus."

"We're almost to Clear Lake." Someone said. "We can all warm up and sleep then." Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Countdown to the end.

Buddy's part of the concert was over and he had disappeared backstage to talk to Maria. He hadn't talked to her in twenty-four hours and god he missed her. But it was taking longer than normal.

"You think Buddy's okay?" Sam asked, leaning over to talk to Waylon so he could hear him.

"I'm sure he's fine. Probably got a little worked up talking to his girl." Waylon teased. Sam shook his head and headed towards the bathroom backstage. As he made his way to the bathroom, the light from the dressing room Buddy had been using shined into the hallway. Sam pushed open the door, ready to talk to him.

And that's when he saw Buddy plunge a knife into his side.

"Buddy!" Sam yelled, grabbing the knife away from him. Buddy turned to look at Sam.

"You weren't supposed to see that Sammy." He said, his eyes turning black.

"No." Sam said. "Get out of him."

"Why would I do that?" He laughed. "It's a very comfy fit. Just like a well tailored suit." Sam got ready to start an exorcism, but Corson shook his head and punched Sam hard in the side of the head, knocking him to the ground.

"You're not going to stop me Winchester." Corson said, blinking so his eyes turned back to normal. "Come on Sam, we have a plane to catch."