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Part 4
He wasn't sure how much time had passed since Sam left him alone. He heard the door upstairs open and close a couple of times. Then a little later, he heard it open and close again followed by a conversation between Bobby and a woman. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but the discussion was pretty heated, though short lived. Then for a long time the only sounds were occasional footsteps above him.
He looked around the room, finally taking in things posted on walls, books spread out on the desk. Crossing the small room, he picked up one of the books laying on top. It wasn't in English and he couldn't understand a word. But there were pictures in there, pictures depicting monsters. He had no idea what the book was about, but it was obvious it wasn't some light reading. Not for the first time since he met them did he wonder who Sam and Bobby really were.
He turned around when he heard footsteps nearing the room.
"Thought you might be hungry," Bobby said, holding out a plate with a sandwich in one hand and a bottle of beer in another. Bobby's gaze settled on the book in his hands. "Can you read that?"
He looked down at the open book in his hands. "I don't even know what language it is."
"Latin," Bobby said as he placed the plate and beer on the table.
"Then it's definitely a no."
He could have sworn the expression on Bobby's face was that of disappointment.
Trying to avoid any more intense looks, he put the book back where he found it and walked back over to the bed and sat down.
"Not hungry?" Bobby asked.
He just shook his head, part of him wishing the old man would go back upstairs and leave him alone to think. This whole thing was just too weird. And oddly familiar at the same time. Almost comforting. And that was weird in and of itself.
"Something wrong?" Bobby asked from across the room.
Figuring that the old man might be more forthcoming with information than Sam was, he looked up. "It's weird but I feel like I've been here before."
"What, like déjà vu?"
"Yes. Well, no. I don't know." He just didn't know how to describe the feeling. Or how to explain the fact that he let complete strangers talk him into going with them. Yes, they saved his life but it was more than that. When Sam told him to trust them, he did. Even though his head told him he was crazy, that they could be some serial killers or kidnappers, he still trusted them. And from the look on Bobby's face, he could tell that the old man just might have the explanation he was looking for.
"Bobby, what are you not telling me?"
The older man didn't respond right away, standing rooted in place by the desk overflowing with books for what seemed like forever.
"You've been here before," Bobby finally spoke.
"What?"
Bobby came over and sat down next to him on the bed. "The reason you feel like you've been here before is because you have. Many times. You just don't remember."
"I…but…" So many thoughts sprinted through his brain at that reveal that he could barely make out one legible one. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Bobby let out a loud sigh. "Your brother will burry me alive for telling you this, but…"
Two words out of that entire sentence hit him like a ton of bricks, nearly knocking the breath out of him. "My brother?"
But before Bobby had a chance to respond, an alarmed woman's voice called from upstairs.
Bobby raised his head, seemingly listening for a moment, before getting up from the bed. "Look, just stay here. No matter what, just stay here." With that, the older man ran out of the room and up the stairs, disappearing from the view.
He was once again left alone with nothing but his thoughts and felt even more confused now. His brother? That didn't make any sense. Except, something inside of him that told him that it did make sense. It was the only thing that made sense.
Who's Dean?
My brother.
Sam's answer rang in his ears over and over again, as if playing on repeat.
Stop acting like a jack ass, Dean.
Something I should have done a long time ago. I'm going to make sure those bastards don't come after you again.
He felt his chest constricting.
My brother.
He shut his eyes, trying to stop the flood of images, not wanting to know. But it was too late. The gates were open and there was no way to stop the memories now.
Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean, go.
That's it, Sammy, hold it tight. Now pull the trigger.
That's my boy.
You're my brother and I'd die for you.
It's going to be ok, Sammy, I promise.
Sammy, all I'm saying's you're my weak spot. You are. And I'm yours.
Dean look, I'm doing it. I'm riding the bike.
You and me. We're all that's left. So, if we're gonna see this through, we're gonna do it together.
We're family.
Gripping his head in his hands, he tried to sort it all out, focus on a memory, one thought at the time but his thoughts were completely jumbled.
Suddenly he heard a crash and then a sound of struggle coming form upstairs.
Without a second thought, he ran out of the room and the up the stairs.
Instincts kicking in, he slowed down when he reached the top of the stairs, trying to remain unseen. There were a total of five demons, though there was no way of knowing if more were spread out through the house or waiting outside.
Ruby was closer to him, three demons pinning her in the corner. He watched as she swung, knife in hand but was stopped by one of the demons who got a hold of her hand as the knife went flying across the room. As the three of them advanced further on her, pushing her against the wall, he sprinted to get the knife. Grabbing it, he crossed the room once more. Slicing deep into their backs, he quickly got rid of two demons attacking Ruby before they had a chance to even realize what was happening. The third one put up a fight, swinging and punching him squarely in the face. As the demon swung again, he ducked and plunged the knife into the demon's chest.
Before the body even hit the floor, he was already crossing the room to where Bobby was raging a war against two remaining demons. With only holy water in his arsenal, the older hunter was trying to force the demons into the Devil's Trap. As one of them was finally inside the trap, the other one got the better of Bobby, pushing him onto the desk and trying to suffocate him.
The demon didn't hear him coming up behind him, didn't hear him swing.
Gasping for air, Bobby pushed himself off the desk and straightened up, his gaze drifting from the now dead body on the floor and the man standing before him. Finally, his eyes settled on the young man's and he studied his face for a few seconds before his own eyes widened. "Dean?" he finally uttered.
With a smirk on his face, Dean took a step toward the other man. "Hey, Bobby."
Bobby stared at him. "It's really you in there?"
Dean glanced at Ruby but saw a similar look written on her face. "Yeah," he said. He then pointed at the demon in the Devil's Trap. "You might want to exorcise him before he gets any ideas."
As Bobby hurried off to send the demon back to hell, Dean walked around the room, taking note of the four bodies sprawled on the floor as he tucked the knife behind his back.
"Done," Bobby announced a few minutes later, coming over to where Dean and Ruby were standing.
"Host?" Dean inquired.
"Didn't make it. Must have been possessed for a while."
Dean nodded.
"What about you?" Bobby asked. "You feeling ok?"
"I'm fine."
Bobby watched him intently, seemingly trying to assess how true that answer really was.
Dean looked around the room, his eyes scanning the five bodies on the floor, the demon and a hunter next to him. One person was missing.
"Where's Sam?" he asked.
*****
Sam pulled the car into the parking lot and killed the engine. Sitting in front of the tavern, he waited for a few minutes, trying to gage the situation. All signs pointed to demonic activity here. He could feel them too. Every fiber of his being told him that there were demons inside the small, shabby looking structure. How many didn't matter. What mattered was whether any of them knew Lilith's whereabouts.
Sam got out of the car and shut the door behind him. Quickly crossing the empty parking lot, Sam opened the door to the building without any effort and stepped inside. The room appeared as small as it did from the outside. It was barely lit. An old jukebox was playing in the corner.
A few seconds passed before they noticed him and those few seconds gave him a chance to calculate his next move. He counted seven demons, all spread out through the room, each of them could come at him from any direction and at any time. But Sam was ready.
He raised his arms and quickly exorcised two of the demons, taking pleasure in the shocked expressions staring back at him. He then walked over to the bar, his eyes fixed on the demon by the counter, while being aware of each and every one of the remaining demons.
"You have some nerve," the big one by the counter growled at Sam.
"Where is Lilith?" Sam asked, dismissing the demon's attempt to intimidate him.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" The demon hissed at him.
Sensing the demon who was possessing a young woman in the corner, Sam turned just in time to watch her try and escape the body. Seconds later the demon was back in hell and the host's body was slumped in the booth. He turned back to face the big burly guy.
"You know exactly who I am," he said slowly, calmly. "So, we can do it the easy way or the hard way."
"Go to hell," he got back in response.
Sam smirked. "I think we both know I won't be the one going to hell today." He leaned in even closer. "So, where is Lilith?"