Thank goodness for the motel they stayed in having a map of the area. This corner of North West Texas wasn't very well documented on any of the maps Bobby had with him. Of course, the map the motel provided wasn't much better, but it was the most up-to-date one they had. Sadie pulled a marker from her bag and circled a particularly out of the way and seemingly empty plot of land. She began to pace in circles around the table as she spoke.

"This entire area is owned by the Travers family, local eccentrics and crazy people, according to the nearest townsfolk. The legend is that during one of the wars when everyone was scared of a nuclear threat, bomb shelters were purchased by the dozens by Jeremiah Travers. He was paranoid to the highest degree and had basically become a hermit, living the smack-dab center of his property. He wouldn't hesitate to kill a man for trespassing, and he was blamed for pretty much any and every missing person's case in the entire area. There was never any poof, of course, but police never stopped suspecting him."

Sadie took a deep breath and continued her circular pacing. "The rumor is that Jeremiah dug a series of intricate tunnels all over his property and placed nearly thirty bomb shelters at various locations covering the entire property. He wanted to be more than prepared for any kind of attack. He purchased non-perishable foods by the truckload and filled many of the shelters to the brim. It's been told that he had stored enough food to feed ten people for close to a hundred years, maybe even longer.

Sadie stopped her pacing and pointed to the North Westernmost part of the circled area. "A freak flood washed out this area of the tunnels nearly twenty years ago. This one here…" She pointed to the North East. "…as you can see, is now a small city. They filled some of the tunnels with cement waterways and made their own sewer system. The bottom half of the area is supposedly still in tact, but no one has been able to prove it. The government even showed some interest, using sonar and all kinds of things to try to find the tunnels and bomb shelters. They wanted to turn the area into a war game area, training soldiers for war before sending them overseas."

Sam glanced at the faces around the room, wondering if they were thinking what he was thinking. It was obvious to him by the looks on their faces that they were, so Sam finally spoke up and asked the obvious. "So if they couldn't find it, what makes you think we can?"

Sadie began to pace again, a nervous habit she'd picked up from Dean back in London, and she cursed him every time she caught herself doing it. "There were more – though less talked about – rumors about Jeremiah. Many believed that he was involved in black magic and devil worship. It's been said that he put some sort of spell or devil's curse over part of the land before he died, giving something like a cloaking device. Only those who practice the same form of black magic will be able to find it at all, let alone the one and only entrance. The government couldn't find it, but you have something they didn't. You have me – and Ruby. We may not be devil worshipers, but we are demons. Well, Ruby is. Me, not so much anymore, but I still have some of my acute senses. Anyway, the point is, if there's a devil's curse hiding the place, we can find what the others couldn't. If the place exists, Dean is there."

Bobby looked at Sam, then over to Sadie. "And you're positive he's there?"

Sadie didn't hesitate. "I'm positive."

Bobby again looked at Sam and gave a small shrug. If Sam was willing to trust and follow her, Bobby would, too. He wasn't sure yet about this whole "devil's curse" idea, but considering all he'd seen in his life, nothing was out of the realm of possibility. "Okay, then," he said with a nod. "So what do we do first?"

Sadie felt a sigh of relief escape her. If Bobby was on board, she knew that any of the others he called in to help would be, too. "First of all, Bobby – call every hunter you know that might be in the area and get them here fast. As many as possible by tomorrow morning. We go in tomorrow afternoon, mid-day. Ruby and I need to go out to where he was taken. We need the exact spot. Sam, you can show us that, right?"

Sadie didn't really expect a response to that. She already knew the answer. Sam knew the exact spot almost like the back of his hand by now, she was guessing, and Sadie just knew he'd show them. "Bobby, someone has to protect John. The demons absolutely cannot get their hands on him."

Bobby nodded quickly. "No problem, I've got a place I can take him. Demons can't get in at all. Kind of like my place up North."

Sam knew the place well, but Sadie didn't. Still, she knew she didn't have the luxury of asking more about it. Time was something they simply didn't have enough of, and every second counted right now.

"Okay. Sam? Ruby? Let's go. The sooner we get out there, the sooner we can find it and get Dean back." Sadie gave no one in the room a chance to argue with her her. She grabbed the keys to the Impala, Dean's precious baby that had gone all the way to London with him, and walked out the door.

Sam gave Bobby a knowing 'I'm worried' look before following Ruby out to the car. Bobby watched the headlights of the Impala until they were out of sight before he glanced over at the sleeping boy. He wasn't sure what role this boy was going to play in all of this, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to be good. He knew it wasn't going to be easy – for any of them. Bobby let out a heavy sigh as he flipped open his cell phone and began dialing numbers.