Bobby shook his head and looked around while Sam and Dean both stared at him, Sam asking gently, "You back with us, man?"
"How long?" Bobby asked.
"Couple of minutes," Dean replied.
Sweat poured off his body and Bobby began to shake, the same smell of sulfur he'd flashed back on, now ripe in his nostrils and he warned them, "Something's coming and it ain't gonna be pretty."
"What'd she say before she disappeared?" Sam wanted to know.
"Death quits all scores. When I'm dead, we'll be even."
And from out of the dark, where the woman had previously stood, came an abomination of nature, with the horns of a deer, the head of a camel, belly of a crocodile, scales of a fish, the neck of a serpent, claws of an eagle, buffalo-like hair and, oh yeah, the eyes of a demon.
It was the same thing Bobby had seen in the jungle years before and the three of them stood rooted to the spot as the beast writhed and drew up in height, spitting vaporous fire from its mouth in warning.
"What the hell is that thing?" Dean asked gawking at it as Sam grabbed both him and Bobby pushing them back away from the beast.
"Fire. Gasoline," he reminded them and the three of them put even more space between them and the monster and it growled menacingly.
"It's a Geni," Bobby said staring up into its face, answering Dean's question.
"I know what a Genie looks like, man," Dean told him, "Its covered in awesome tats not skanky yak hair."
"It's a Vietnamese dragon," he told them, "but I still don't know what it wants me to say or what it wants, what it wants me to say."
Back to that again, Dean thought amazed at Bobby's continued insistence on doing something amazingly stupid.
"I'm guessing it's still a Bobby-que, so tell us how to Aragorn this mother," Dean said feeling their limited firepower would be more of an annoyance to the beast than anything else.
"Wait!"
The woman in white had appeared once more and Dean and Sam alternated pointing pistol and shotgun at her, then back to the dragon.
"Thoi dung lam viec ay nua!" she shouted at the dragon, "Bien mat!"
And dropping its head in a slight bow, the beast simply disappeared.
Dean couldn't believe his eyes and whispered to Bobby, "What just happened here?"
"She told it to stop picking on me and to go away," Bobby told him, his Vietnamese rusty but still serviceable.
"Sheesh, why didn't we think of that?" Dean wondered.
"My younger sister begs your pardon," the woman said, smiling and bowing her head.
"I take back everything bad thing I ever said about you, Sammy," Dean said realizing the first spirit, evidently this spirit's sister, had morphed into the more sinister and frightening visage.
Bobby stared at the woman his eyes widening. He knew her, knew her voice, her smile.
"Ty?" he whispered.
"Cua toi Moi tinh dau," she said, her voice haunting and sad.
"Oh, God," he gasped as the love of his life stood before him as beautiful to him as the day he'd first met her.
It was the reunion he'd prayed for when he'd thought she might still be alive. But it was a bittersweet reunion now knowing she would leave him yet again and he would help her to go. Too painful for them to be bound to the earth and for him to see her this way, she and her sister had to move on
Everything he'd felt; every crazy thing he'd done in the past two weeks, he knew now was because of her. Something had gone wrong all those years ago but he hadn't known it for sure until this moment.
He was devastated and she felt his pain and the serenity that had surrounded her, shattered and she cried out, "We came back! We looked for you but you didn't come! No one was there to honor us, to pay!"
Sam shook his head and thought, no way was she going to blame Bobby for anything during that terrible time.
"The men who fought for you, for your freedom, you don't think they paid enough?" Sam asked her, his ire rising, "Many paid with their very lives and others, like Bobby, paid with their souls."
She looked at Dean then at Sam, the pained look on her face fading and she smiled, her face again tranquil and beautiful.
"Are you his sons?"
Dean looked at Sam then at Bobby and snickered, "Only when we were good. When we were bad, he sent us back to our dad."
"Nevertheless, I can see that he has a great love for the two of you as my sister has for me. Kim came to you because she thought your death would help us. She misses our family terribly."
"Ty, I'm so sorry for what happened. If I could have saved you with my life, I would have. If I can make it Okay now with my life, I will."
"Not likely," Dean said, but Bobby and his spirit didn't hear or chose to ignore him.
"You are a good man, Bobby Singer and there was nothing you could have done to save any of us. Horrible things happen in times of war as well as in times of peace."
She came closer to him and stretched out her delicate hand to touch his cheek. He closed his eyes, the fragrance of Jasmine in the air.
"Evil twin at twelve o'clock," Dean said raising the shotgun when Ty's sister reappeared.
"You are not a good man! Say what must be said!" she cried out angrily.
"Oh, I'm gonna love salting you, sweetheart," Dean said aiming for her midsection.
"It won't matter, Dean. She'll just keep coming back. We can't salt and burn her bones, so we need to find another way to put her spirit to rest," Sam told him forcing the barrel of the shotgun down.
Ty turned to Kim and started to command her to leave again but Bobby cleared his throat and called her name softly, "Please, Ty."
He didn't want to facilitate any more bad blood between the sisters fearing Kim might gain the upper hand and send Ty away.
"Kim, I'll do what you want."
"Get ready for an ass whoopin'" Dean said under his breath so only Bobby could hear him and Bobby gave him a 'you and who else?' look.
Her movements were so fast that no one saw Kim's fingers shoot out and sink through Dean's shirt and cut into the skin on his chest. He cried out in pain and dropped the shotgun and Ty flew at her sister and both disappeared in a frightening ball of white light.
Dean fell to his knees clutching his chest, his shirt still smoldering where the specter had struck but when Bobby lifted it to check for wounds, his skin was unmarked. He helped Dean to his feet and bent down to grab the shotgun.
"Are they gone?' Dean asked Bobby and added, "That hurt like a mother."
"For the moment," he told them looking at the lightening sky off to the east then suggested, "Let's go inside. Get out of this infernal cold."
He was done in, his head pounded from the gasoline and sulfur fumes and the burns on his arms hurt like hell and he headed for the house.
Sam grabbed Dean's arm and helped him up the stairs but not before giving him a warning shove.
"Were you really gonna hit an old man?" he asked and before Dean could answer, "I heard that," floated through the doorway.
Loosely written and translated:
"Thoi dung lam viec ay nua" - Quit that.
"Bien mat" - Disappear.
"Cua toi moi tinh dau" - My first love.