Dipper awoke to his sister shaking him and yelling for him to wake up. "Ok ok I'm up." He rolled out of bed and walked over to the closet to grab his vest taking slow steps. 'What did I get myself into?' He thought to himself.
"Ugh, Dipper hurry up," Mabel whined pushing her brother across the floor.
"Just go wait in the cart I'll be right down," He looked as his sister as she shrugged and ran down the stairs. Dipper sighed reaching up and pulling his vest down and slipping it on. He reached inside the fabric and felt the spine of the journal that he constantly stashed inside.
He reached the cart and slid in sitting behind the wheel, "You really think we can trust them?"
"Dipper, they trusted us with something sooo if they can trust us we can trust them," the girl smiled brightly at her brother.
"I hope we can." Dipper pulled away from the shack and onto the dirt path.
They pulled into a parking spot at the old diner and put the cart in park. They jumped out and walked to the front door. Dipper held the door open for his sister as they stepped in. The twins walked over to an open booth in the back of the diner that was far enough from everyone else. Lazy Susan walked over to the table only to be told they didn't need anything. Dipper and Mabel sat in silence with Dipper looking out the window, watching for the brothers. He turned to his sister when he saw a black car pull up and the men stepped out. "I hope you're right about this."
"Dipper when are you going to learn? I'm right always right about everything," Mabel spoke as Dipper rolled his eyes.
Sam woke up to the alarm they had set the night before. He rolled over to see the clock beeping signifying that it was 8:00. He turned it off and stood up as his brother sat up. He walked over to the bathroom to get ready for their meeting. Dean walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a clean shirt and throwing it on. "So what do you think these kids are going to show us? I mean they're..what.. twelve maybe? It can't be anything that bad," Dean spoke loudly to his brother through the bathroom door.
"I don't know Dean. I mean you saw what happened yesterday. It could be anything," Sam replied.
Dean thought for a minute before responding, "Yeah, I saw. I didn't like it."
"I know," Sam walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed sliding his shoes on, "But we have to get going so hurry up." Dean walked into the bathroom and began to brush his teeth.
About ten minutes later they pulled up to the diner and parked their car. Dean turned it off and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Sam got out of the car and waited for his brother before walking to the door. Dean opened the door and walked in followed by Sam who began glancing around looking for the twins. The younger brother pointed to the back corner of the diner, "Heh, remind you of someone?"Dean walked to the table with Sam following close behind.
"Hey," Dean slid into the booth across from the twins followed by Sam. He rested his hands on the table and stared at the twins. Dipper followed his action, mirroring the older man.
"Hello," Mabel waved happily to the men. Sam waved lightly back to her.
"So are we just going to stare at each other or are you going to show us whatever it is you wanted to show us?" Dean spoke to Dipper in his usual sarcastic tone.
Dipper glanced over at his sister who only nodded at her brother. He reached into his vest and pulled out the red and gold journal placing it on the table. Dean glanced at his brother and then back at the book. The man reached out to touch it only to have his hand slapped away by Dipper.
"What was that for kid?"Dean asked.
"I said I would trust you I didn't say you could touch it. Now," Dipper flipped the journal open, "this journal is filled with monster and creatures that live in this town. But most people don't know of them because of," He flipped to the page describing the group, "the Society of the Blind Eye. Which Mabel, a couple of friends of ours and I just recently got rid of."
"Ok so you're saying that every creature in this book is real?" Sam asked the young boy, "I'm sorry but it looks like something you would buy at the Mystery Shack."
"If you don't believe then look," He turned to the page about the gnomes, "these are what we fought yesterday. This is all the information we have about them. But that's not important."
"So if these gnomes aren't important then why are you telling us this stuff?" Dean asked.
Mabel jumped up, "Oooo! Can I tell them?" Please?"
Dipper sighed "Sure."
She reached over and grabbed the journal and began flipping through it. "Here," she laid the book back on the table to show a page with a triangle with a single eye, "We need you to help us stop him!"
"What is this?" Sam asked staring at the page. "May I?" he gestured to the book.
Dipper sighed, "I guess."
Sam picked up the journal and began to read the page, "Is this how to summon this thing?"
"Yeah but the author figured out Bill's real plan and wrote to not summon him. Which after meeting him twice we can see why."
"Wait you summoned this thing? It tells you not to right here in big red letters!" Dean stared at the kid.
"No, we didn't summon him. Gideon did." Mabel informed the brothers.
"Wait… Bill? Is this who you were paranoid about yesterday? So he can posses people?" Sam asked Dipper.
"Yeah he can posses people. The only way to know though is by your eyes. Your pupils turn into thin black lines, kinda like a cats."
"How do you know all this stuff?" Dean asked.
"Well like I said. We fought him twice. Once in our uncle's brain and when I made a deal with him," Dipper explained, "And he took over my body."
"Wait he makes deals and posses people? So he's some kind of demon then. Kid first thing about fighting a demon is to never make a deal. Trust us, we know from experience." Sam informed the children. "But how do you want us to help?"
"We need you to help us kill him , but it's going to be hard because you can only see him when you're sleeping or if you are in the mindscape. And in both places you can't hurt him." Dipper spoke. Mabel sat there smiling at the brothers who only exchanged a look of worry.
"We'll help you kid we just need more information," Dean sighed.