A.N.:Well we're back to Sam. Let's see what he has figured out. Thanks again for all of the reads and reviews, sorry if it takes me awhile to get back to get back to you, but I appreciate every single one. :-) Hope you enjoy.

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"This is it Bobby!" Sam yells. "This is what we've been waiting for!"

Bobby holds a hand up. "Whoa, slow down there Sam. You're not making any sense."

"No," Sam begins clutching the research papers in his hands. "No, this does make sense."

"Okay, so you're saying this…" he gestures to the younger hunter.

"Lily."

"Lily girl has something to do with Dean disappearing?"

"Yes," Sam starts and spreads the papers out in from of Bobby. "We were looking in all the wrong places, she was the first one buried, thirty years ago. And now all the clues Dean and I found; the bucket and pale, the haunted playground, now it all makes sense."

"But what does she have to do with this? Why would she take Dean?"

Sam eyes dart back to his laptop. "I don't know. " He states plopping down in front of the computer. "It says they never found out who killed her."

"Go on,"

"Listen to this. Stepfather of poor Lily Scott stated "She was just gone. I turned my back for just a moment and she was gone."

"Let me see that," Bobby grumbles and takes the laptop. "Last place she was seen was playing in the sandbox at Dixie playground. "It was her favorite spot," her mother said. "She loved playing in the sand more than anything."

"Right," Sam starts. "Now look at this." He places a newspaper in front of Bobby.

"What am I looking for Sam?"

Sam presses his finger onto a shadowed figure that lurks behind a tree. "That guy, right there."

Bobby squints at the picture. "Well he's creepy, but that ain't exactly against the law."

"I just got a bad feeling looking at him so I looked for him in police records and sure enough he had priors. Two priors for harassing little girls."

"Sicko." Bobby replies disgusted as he runs a hand down his face. He takes in Sams' almost giddiness with a sigh. "Well tell me what you really found before you wet the floor in excitement."

"Shut up," he mutters heatlessly as he yanks the newly printed page from the printer. "Look at this. Who does that remind you of?"

Bobby takes the pages and scrutinizes it. "Well fuck me." He breathes.

"He looks like Dean Bobby. That evil son of a bitch looks like Dean."