Chapter 4

"Is he gonna be alright?" Jo asked in a small voice from her spot in the doorway; she placed her hand in the pocket of her apron, feeling great pleasure as she caressed the amulet. "He hit pretty hard when he fell." She could see Sam's shoulder muscles tense, but he didn't turn to look at her.

Sam let out a ragged breath. The last person he wanted to talk to, to be anywhere near, was Jo. "I don't know if he's okay yet, Jo. He's still unconscious. He really needs medical attention." And we need to get the hell out of here.

Jo smiled at Sam's back. "You'll have to wait until morning then. The nearest clinic is closed. You and mom stitched him up okay. That's all you can do. You should try to get some rest."

Sam turned his head and Jo saw his jaw muscles clench tightly. She smiled inwardly at the torment she could sense from her grandson. "I can stay up with him, if you'd like to get some sleep."

"Look, Jo I can take care of Dean." I'm not leaving his side with you around here, you bitch. "So go on back to the bar and we'll see you in the morning."

You certainly will see me in the morning, Sam. You can count on it. "Okay then, I hope Dean gets better. I'll be out here working on a couple of things if you need anything."

"Jo? Close the door behind you."

"Sure, Sam. Goodnight."

Once he heard the door close and Jo's retreating footsteps, Sam inhaled deeply and let out his breath. God, I can feel that same evil from the warehouse. It has to be Lilith; which means she must have purposely hurt Dean. He looked at his brother's pale face. Come on Dean, you gotta wake up. Fear suddenly sliced through Sam What if Lilith did something to Dean in that room? Something other than cause his physical injuries?

Sam quickly stood up and went over to his backpack on the other bed and rifled through it until he found his cell phone. He hit a speed dial number and waited for an answer.

"Hello?" a gruff and sleepy voice finally ended the ringing.

"Bobby! This is Sam. I need your help."

"Sam? The hell? What's wrong?" Bobby Singer suddenly sounded much more awake, and Sam could hear the man moving around as he spoke.

"Bobby, it's Dean. He's hurt and . . ." Sam didn't quite know how to continue. Bobby didn't know about what happened in Oregon.

"And what?"

"I'm not sure, but I think Jo's possessed. We're at the Roadhouse. Bobby, I think Jo's possessed by Lilith and I think she may have done something to Dean."

"Whoa, back up, Sam. Lilith? Is that who I think it is?"

"Yeah, the original succubus, mother of all demons," Sam paused briefly and spat the last of the sentence with contempt and anger. "You know, my fucking grandmother?"

There was silence on the other end of the line, and for a second Sam thought he had lost the connection.

"Bobby?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm here."

"I found out the Winchester family secret Bobby, Dean told me some of it, but Missouri delivered the punchline. I'm sure you knew all about it too, didn't you?"

"Damn. Yeah kid. I knew. I- I've known for some time. Dean didn't though, he just found out, right before John died."

"I know that, Bobby. Look, it's not important now, I just want to make sure you're on the same page here with me. What do you know about Lilith?"

"If you really are dealing with the Lilith, there isn't a demon that can match her. She has powers that make Cain's look like a rank amateur. This is bad, kiddo."

Sam closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He looked over at Dean, still unmoving.

"Bobby?" His voice cracked with emotion and fatigue. "I thought I sent her back to Hell. She can't be back already, can she?"

"How exactly did you send her back?" Bobby's voice held some shock and uncertainty as he asked the question.

Sam recounted everything that had happened in the past week. When he was finished, he again waited for the older hunter to respond.

"Holy shit, kid. If you've pissed off Lilith and Cain, and it sounds like you did, then Heaven help us. Remember that storm I told you boys was comin'? We're heading right into the eye."