This chapter is a little long so please bear with me. It also jumps from the Ohio story to a quick Dean in Indiana moment toward the middle - just to avoid confusion. The demons mentioned come from The Supernatural Book of Monsters, Spirits, Demons, and Ghouls, but I've played with them to fit where the story is going to go (but that's getting ahead of the story). Thank you to Daemon707 for creating an account just to read Joys Of - I was shocked in a good way! And thank you all who've reviewed and favorited (is that a word?). Hope you continue to enjoy.

Rating: T (language).

Bobby was getting restless. He had healed quicker than usual and the doctor said he would discharge him around noon. It was 10 am now and no one had been in since breakfast to tell him he was getting out. Deep down he knew why he had healed so quickly; he had the King of the Crossroads Demons holding the contract on his soul. Crowley wasn't going to send him down below early...Bobby still had 8 years. The feller Abigail had called to help him on the job seemed like an intelligent young man. And dressed exactly like Sam in flannel button downs and ripped jeans. James looked military, and not the same way Dean and Sam were brought up, but actually trained military - like John.

James was explaining what his research had revealed was the catalyst for the unrest in the cemetery, while Bobby was debating the easiest way to get out of bed. Damn it if no one was going to come in to release him he would just do it him damn self!

"The Spiegel Cemetery was founded in 1843 by the German immigrants that came to the area. It's your typical uplands cemetery with all denominations buried within a cold hammered wrought iron fence." He stressed the fence part. Though he had read the Winchester Gospels and knew the meaning of iron wouldn't be lost on them he wanted to make sure that they were up to snuff. This was going to be a tricky job to finish. Sam met his expectations.

"So the iron fence is keeping the spirits in."

James shook his head and continued. "It was quiet until a month ago - then it went active on a grand scale."

"What happened," John asked? He was helping Bobby stand up now but was paying attention to what the man was saying.

"A month ago they were interring old Mrs. Gladys Johnson. On the way to the plot witnesses say that a grayish-black wind attacked the pallbearers and those walking to the gravesite. Caused the pallbearers to drop the coffin and run for cover. The preacher managed to get things calmed down but 7 people had to be treated in the hospital."

"So what are they saying caused it?"

"Police listed it as just a freakish wind storm. The witnesses say it was ghosts, while the preacher is preaching a Hellfire and Brimstone sermon."

"Then three weeks ago the body of a local man named Kevin Duvall was found in the woods behind the cemetery. Police said he was stabbed but I've seen the crime-scene photos. Kevin was sacrificed. Coroner's report states that his organs were removed but none were found at the site. They didn't want to cause panic so they kept that under their hats."

"So this Duvall guy was the first victim that we know of," Bobby said. "That fits with what I managed to find out when I got into town." Bobby continued the story.

"Two days later a teenager was found inside the cemetery with her throat slit. Police ruled that a suicide. A week later another body was found in the same area where Kevin Duvall's body was. This time the heart and liver missing."

"Police couldn't keep it under their hats anymore and so released a statement saying that it appears a killer is using our town as a dumping ground. The third body was never identified so it was easy to say that the perp as murdering and then dumping the body here."

"So what's the pattern," Sam asked? He couldn't find a single fault with James' research. Plus being a local that gave him and advantage that they rarely had on jobs. And James looked like he could handle anything thrown at him. Though shorter then Sam he had a strong build, hopefully he was as good in a fight as Abigail said he was.

"It seems centered around the Duvalls. Ms. Duvall, the angry spirit, was Kevin's aunt. She was murdered inside the cemetery gates when he was 5. Never caught her killer but the police believed it had something to do with embezzlement from her company."

"Then 30 years later her nephew gets sacrificed shortly after activity begins in the cemetery." Sam said putting together the puzzle in his mind.

"Kevin was a local history teacher who was rumored to be a witch."

"Let me guess, the girl found with her throat slit was a student."

"Yep. Apparently the gossip was that they were involved with each other and she took her own life when she found out he was dead."

"But you don't think so," John said. He could read James easily.

"No, I think she was part of his Coven and that they were working some spell to conjurer up his aunt when things got out of control. I've been to all the crime scenes, and pulled a few strings with the local police to get these."

He passed around crime scene photos. He had helped the police with a few of their odder cases in the past and was in with them. Though he didn't want that information made public to other hunters. He had learned from trial and error that hunters don't trust the cops – for good reason but working with them made things easier in James' world.

"I've not been able to make out what this symbol means." He handed a copy of the symbol to John who had no idea what it was.

Bobby had no luck with it either but Sam recognized it.

"It's the symbol to conjurer Bune or Botis. Demons that create havoc in cemeteries but also offer the conjurer prophecy and wealth."

Sam could hear Dean's voice chiding him for his encyclopedic knowledge of demonology. But at least this time he was getting laid. He smiled as his brother's voice echoed in his head.

"Bune reanimates the dead. Botis attacks people in the cemetery. Sounds pretty likely that's what we have." Yep, Deans voice was definitely making fun of him now.

"Son of a bitch," James said once Sam offered up an explanation!

"Corey's aunt was alleged to have laundered money from her employer before she died. So what if his Coven was trying to conjurer up the aunt or a demon to find out if she actually stole the money and where she might have put it and then things got out of control?"

"My brother has a saying that 'kids shouldn't play with dead things'. Looks like we got ourselves a clueless Coven. Do you know the other members of Kevin's group?"

"No, but I don't think it'll be hard to figure out."

"I don't think we have time for that," Bobby said as he saw it was now 11 am. "I say we exorcise, salt and burn tonight. If it is Bune he can animate the dead. We might have to take out some zombies as well. Kid you have the Colt on you?" He looked at Sam.

"Yes sir."

Sam began to explain the last case him and his brother worked on that involved summoning gone awry and a zombie. He was trying to ignore the almost accusatory look from his dad and the quizzical look from James at the mention of the Colt.

"There was a zombie case Dean and I worked on a while ago where a kid brought his friend back to life. When they come back they have no reasoning except things are either black and white. No shades of gray and they are eager to do what the summoner wants. She killed two people, including the friend who summoned her, and almost a third before we stopped her."

"How did you stop her?" James was interested because they were going to have to deal with a few zombies to put the cemetery back to rest.

"Silver staked her back into her gravebed. Real bitch to do too. Broke my arm." He was mostly recounting the tail for John to hear.

"Getting them back into their gravebed might not be so easy. That would require digging. Bune according to legend just pops them up from the ground." Bobby was just as good with demonology as Sam.

"Won't be a problem," Sam said. "Because of the Colt and enough rounds to take out a zombie army."

John was happy his sons still had the gun. "You have the Colt?"

"Well if we're certain about the demons we can exorcise them back to hell. Sam can use the Colt to off the zombies, and then we'll just salt and burn Ms. Duvall's bones and that should restore peace." Bobby had just summed up the whole operation in under 30 seconds. He was so ready to get out of the hospital!

Bobby was also getting annoyed by John's looks at Sam. Sam was a grown man and damn it if he was going to let John bully the kid! However with all that Sam had been through Bobby doubted John would be able to. But Sam had a weakness for pleasing the old man, mostly brought about after John died. Maybe in time when John got a chance to actually talk to his youngest without all this shit going on around them things would be less tense. He could hope. Or maybe he was just thinking how things use to be – surly to god things had changed.

Dean had gotten back to Indian early morning and went straight to the hospital. Lisa's room was on the pediatric floor and when he crept in she was asleep, deeply asleep. There was another figure sitting in the chair by her bed. A woman's figure. His heart skipped when the figure got up and he realized it was his mother!

Mary came quietly around Lisa's bed and slipped her arms around her son. Dean hugged her like his life depended on it but she didn't pull away from the need, the intensity of it. He was quietly crying in her hair, "Mom." Eventually Mary looked up at him and smiled. Reluctantly he let her go and walked over to Lisa's side.

Mary came up beside him and quietly spoke. "Castiel helped her sleep tonight. She shouldn't wake up until the morning. Abigail took Ben and Nessa to your house. She got a neighbor to board up the windows. Ben was doing well when he left."

"And the baby?" He choked up when he asked. "How's Katie," he finally said her name.

"She's going to be fine." His mother rubbed her hand up and down his back.

"The neonatal ICU is good. She'll be in ICU for months but she will develop as normal. The doctors are shocked she's doing so well but she's a Winchester – they're all stubborn."

Dean smirked. He wondered how much his mother knew about what had happened? How he had continued the long line of sacrificing for family by going to Hell for Sam and then Sam sacrificing himself for the sake of the world. He put an arm around his mother's shoulder for support, tears still streaming silently down his face. The two stood like that for a while and then sat in silent watch over Lisa's bed until the sun rose and Abigail returned with Ben and Nessa to relieve Mary.

Bobby had been discharged from the hospital around three and that gave the hunters enough time to go back to the motel and finalize their attack and shore up research. John wanted time alone with Sam, to get caught up on his son's life the last six years but now wasn't the time. Perhaps on the ride back to Indiana. That thought terrified him! He had faced down unspeakable evils, gone to Hell but facing his family after years? Seeing Mary, having grandkids, his sons grown - he was fighting the emotions surging through him but he would put on a stoic face for now. Unbeknown to him it was exactly that stoic face that Dean had inherited. John Winchester, no matter what would always live on through his sons. And his sons never failed to amaze and surprise him. Of course he and Sam butted heads like no one's business when Sam was younger. Hell even when Sam was a grown man but now John found that there was nothing that his son couldn't do. Sam had taken responsibility for his actions and saved the world, him and his brother had saved countless lives – were still saving countless lives without thanks. Both had fine women who loved them and could handle their Winchester ways. John had nothing to not be proud about.

The hunters cleaned, packed, and finalized who would do what in the cemetery. John and Bobby would exorcise the demons. Sam even gave his dad the Colt to use against any re-animated dead that Bune threw at them. James and him would salt and burn Ms. Duvall and then help finish up any exorcisms or rituals that might need to be completed to restore rest. Before they headed out Sam gave Abigail a quick call on his new phone. Assured that everyone was doing well he flicked the lights off and shut the hotel door. Tonight was going to be hellacious, and that was coming from someone who had been in Hell! Sam felt that he was the only one a 100% ready. Abigail said James was good but Sam would have liked to known how well the man could fight and hold up under pressure. Also James never spoke about himself, or the hunts he had done which didn't surprise Sam but now he wished he had asked. Bobby was still gimping from his previous cemetery encounter, and his father? Sam didn't know about his father now.

He smirked to himself for worrying so much but he knew deep down that the days of brashly walking into a trap, or facing down a host of demons just him and Dean was over. There was too much at stake now. Both brothers had been given a second chance – can't fuck it up. And worrying about his dad or Bobby? That was useless. Both men would be fine, probably get out of it better than him. The ride to the cemetery was quiet as everyone mental prepared themselves for battle. As soon as they crossed through the wrought iron gates things got ugly.

TBC