DISCLAIMER: Not mine sadly but Sandbox Hopping rocks! I borrow, but I have to return when I am done... (tears)

NOTE#1: The Kaw Indians are one tribe of Kansas. I chose them because they were around the area of the mounds in Kansas. So I made them descendants of the Mound Builders. I could not find information to confirm it so I thought I'd mention it here. Again I do not intend to offend anyone. The name of the medicine man is actually Kaw translated. I want to thank everyone for their reviews, favs and alerts. Today was spent being fitted for ankle braces (my youngest) and hubby doctor visit. So, I'm sorry for the late-age. Onward -à smiles y'all! Also before I forget since this is AU, Cas will be as well. (hiding out from other angels wasn't in this episode 5.22)

Chapter 11

Bobby was right; morning came way too damn early. An hour after waking up they were on the road. Their research in the trunk and a promise to Pace of returning everything with their own notes after they were done. If they survived, Dean thought silently unaware of Sam's similar thoughts about not coming back.

"He's diligent I'll give him that." Sam stated, breaking the silence. Not giving those thoughts of betraying Dean anymore time. Because if he dwelled too much on it, Dean would figure out something was bugging him and he would relentlessly hound him until he spilled his guts, telling Dean everything. He couldn't afford to do that. Not with Dean's life on the line.

"Yeah. But he's got an important job. This is several mens' lifetime works. Everything of Jim and Calebs' and of course the Campbell collection; that was several generations of work… you boys should really take a look, it rivals any library in the country." Bobby commented.

Dean got a sour look on his face.

Bobby added, ignoring the I sucked on a lemon look that Dean leveled at him, "Like Deanna Campbell's journals. I think those would interest you. As well as Mary's."

Dean's face marooned instantly as he snapped, "I don't want strangers reading grandma and mom's stuff."

Sammy stared open mouthed at Dean; he had never said grandma in those terms before.

"What?" Dean growled at his little brother.

"Well you never called…" Sam stopped to swallow loudly, went silent for a few seconds before starting again, "I mean…"

"Sammy… she was a nice lady. She'd have spoiled your ass so rotten…" Dean shook his head.

"Which one?" Sammy asked, curious at the rare moment of openness from Dean.

"Well… Both of them… you'd have been useless." Dean said with a chuckle as he spared his little brother a glance. Secretly taking a second to study Sam. He was kinda pale, raccoon eyed like he hadn't been sleeping much. Hell, neither one of them had in all honesty.

"Jerk." Sammy muttered under his breath.

"Those journals aren't out for public viewing… besides not many know about the Hunter's Library… all the old ones are gone…" Bobby said sadly.

"Well you're not." Dean snapped with a tone that implied he wouldn't be going anywhere either. His glare into the rearview mirror seconded Dean's words.

Bobby chuckled as he said, "Now the knowledge has passed on to the next generation."

Sammy turned and looked at Bobby while Dean snarled never taking his eyes off the man in the backseat, "No it hasn't… no freakin' torch has been passed so get that shit out of your head right now."

Bobby stared at Dean for a second before he muttered fondly, "Idgits… watch the road boy."

Dean gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he switched back to watching the road ahead before he changed the subject, "Has Cas called with more information?"

"Yeah, He said the guy's name is… Mika Yoxe… I looked it up. It means Raccoon… Reddish Yellow Buffalo. I think he said it's been English-shnized to Mike Yoke." Bobby readily supplied.

"English-shnized?" Sammy repeated with a smirk.

"Okay…" Dean said slowly.

"You know… Americanized…" Bobby corrected himself. Dean apparently wasn't in the teasing mood and the joke went over his head. When Dean had been about eight years old he had used that word and he'd found it hilarious. So he went around finding reasons to say English-shnized. Oh, well… he thought Dean was a little stressed at the moment so he continued, "I guess he's from the Kaw or Kanza Indian tribe. They are members of the Dhegihe. (they-gee-hah)" Bobby stated informatively. Saying the word and then saying it again slowly, sounding it out for the boys' benefit. He had hours to study the information because sleep had evaded him most of the night.

"You're saying that like you think I need to remember that." Dean said with a glance in the rear view mirror.

"It'd probably be a good idea not to piss the guy off as soon as we meet him." Bobby commented.

"Kaw Indians… I heard of the Osage, Pawnee and Omaha in the plains… but…" Sam started to say but Dean interrupted. "I thought all the Indians were American."

Sam just looked at him blankly.

Dean grinned, "It was a joke." he declared at Sam's expression.

"Dude… you're weird." Sam snarked.

"bitch just because…" Dean started, because arguing was a damn fine distraction from what they were headed into.

"Hey, you wanna focus for two seconds…" Bobby snapped sitting up and leaning on the seat between them.

"Dude… unwad your panties…" Dean commented dryly.

"Boy…" Bobby snapped in frustration.

"Okay…" Dean said before he added, "Go ahead O wise one."

Bobby ignored him as he said, "When we get there try to be respectful… can you do that?"

"Dude, I am the epitome of respect." Dean said with a straight face.

"pit o' shit…" Bobby muttered, frustrated he sat back and crossed his arms.

Sam burst out laughing.

Dean glanced over at him and smiled. It was nice to hear Sam laugh. Then he glanced in the rearview mirror as he asked, "So why are you so worried about me messing this up?"

"I'm worried about us messing up. We got one shot at this and this guy… he's it." Bobby stated bluntly.

Dean nodded. He knew that and he was nervous as hell. He couldn't mess this up. He said softly, "Mika Yoxe… he's the Kaw medicine man… owns the ranch that includes the town of Franklin. He agreed to help us after Cas asked him… exactly what did Cas say?"

Bobby shrugged as he said, "Cas said he's working on something on his end but doesn't want to say anymore right now."

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean snapped before he added, "And why the hell didn't he call me back with this information?"

"He said he tried your number and he got the annoying you voice that isn't you." Bobby said.

Dean just shook his head and looked over at Sammy and was surprised to find him asleep. He reached over to shake his shoulder when he phone rang. He sighed, dropped his hand away from Sam and answered it.

"Where are you?" Cas demanded instantly.

"In my car…" Dean started to say.

"Where are you?" Cas repeated.

"Why?" Dean asked as he pulled over to the side of the road.

"I need to speak with you… now." Cas stated urgently.

"Dude, you are." Dean commented.

"No… in person." Cas argued.

"Hwy 71. Just outside…" Dean was saying when the swoosh happened and Cas was suddenly in the backseat beside Bobby. "Okay." Dean finished dragging out the word and closing his phone.

"So, What's up?" Dean asked, turning around and looking at Cas.

"I need to get you there faster." Cas stated and then to clarify informed Dean, "I need to drive."

"Uh, no." Dean snapped, giving him a look like he was an idiot.

"Dean… I will take you… either I zap you there or I drive you there… faster." Cas stated.

"Why the urgency?" Bobby asked as he saw Sam sit up and yawn.

"My superiors are getting suspicious and they are putting a guard on me… well as soon as they find me… right now my allies are masking me… so I have to hurry." Cas said quickly.

"Okay… I guess you drive?" Dean stated but looked at the others.

Sam shrugged and Bobby sighed. In a blink Dean was in the middle and Cas was in the driver's seat. Suddenly the car was rocketed through the countryside at almost supersonic speeds.

Dean said worriedly, "Can you even see where you're going at this speed?"

Sam had paled considerably and was death gripping the dash.

Bobby was mumbling in the back about getting carsick.

"Not in my baby…" Dean threw back towards Bobby who gave him a very clear go to hell look.

TBC

TiNyNoTe: Hunter's Library - I wrote this before the start of S8... I knew nothing of the MOL Library at the time... great minds... okay okay stop laughing! LOL