Spoiler Warning for episode 3.15

Chapter 18

Four days later, Sam and Dean finally made it to Canaan Vermont, and were standing outside Rufus Turner's rundown house.

The foundation was worn, and the paint job was chipped and old. The front steps creaked loudly as they walked up them. The whole thing looked like it would crumble under any sort of pressure.

It appeared that Rufus clearly didn't take too kindly to trespassers. There was a hand painted sign on his front door reading, "NO SOLICITERS THAT MEANS YOU!" and then there was the security camera right above their heads.

Dean and Sam looked at each other, and shrugged. Dean sighed and then rang the doorbell.

There was a soft buzzing noise, as the security camera zoomed over toward the figures on the front porch.

"What!" Called Rufus impatiently.

"Rufus?" Dean called back curiously.

"Yea, even if I am, the answers' still the same. What?" Rufus called, sounding less than amused.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam. We're friends of Bobby Singers." Dean introduced hopefully.

"So?" Rufus said plainly.

"You called him, said that a British chick got in contact with you." Dean said, hoping that the man would warn up to him.

"So?" Rufus called back sounding aggravated.

"Can you tell us where we can find her?" Sam tried, sounding calmer than both Rufus and Dean.

"No." Rufus called plainly.

"Of course not," Dean muttered, "look Rufus man…"

Before Dean could finish his sentence, the front door swung open, revealing who must have been Rufus. He was a large black man wearing a blank white t-shirt, and a blue bathrobe; he held a bowl of cereal in his hands. His stern face bore into Dean's, who looked taken aback slightly.

"Listen," Rufus said angrily, "You are knockin' on my door, so don't 'look man' me, I'm not your man."

Dean gave an apologetic smirk, "sorry sir."

"Look, let me tell you a little somethin'." Rufus continued as his eyes shifted back and forth between Sam and Dean, "Once upon a time, Bobby called me, told me to contact him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot. I got a whiff, I called, the end."

"Okay fair enough," Dean said, as his temper rose, but his smirk remained intact, "If you could just tell me where she is, that'd be great."

"Dean Winchester, right?" Rufus questioned.

"Yea." Dean confirmed with a nod.

"Dean, do I look like I'm here to help you?" Rufus asked venomously.

"I'm gonna say no." Dean said with a dry chuckle.

"Then get the hell off my property." Rufus spat.

"Okay, just one more thing." Dean called back before Rufus could close the door on him. "See I got this bottle of Scotch…"

Dean dug around in the bag slung over his shoulder, and then pulled out a large dark blue bottle, and held it up for Rufus to see.

"And I dunno is this considered good?" Dean asked with a shrug.

There was a couple moments of silence, and Sam for a moment thought Rufus wasn't going to buy it, and still toss them out. But he was proven wrong when Rufus gave a wide smile, and ushered them inside, and then closed the door behind them.

Rufus offered them a seat at the small table in what Sam could only guess was the dining room.

The house from the inside somewhat resembled Bobby's house, it was dusty, and had piles upon piles of books and papers about the occult stacked all over the floor.

Rufus sat across from Sam and Dean and placed three cups on the table.

Dean popped open the bottle, and poured a fair amount into all three glasses. When finished, he capped the bottle and placed it on the table.

Sam, Dean, and Rufus each grabbed a glass, and clanged them together.

"Bottoms up." Dean muttered before downing the contents of his glass.

Rufus placed his empty glass on the table, and gave a small smile, "I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff."

Dean gave a dry chuckle, "It's a nice change, usually my whiskey comes from a plastic jug."

Rufus sighed as he helped himself and poured himself another glass.

"Dean, can I ask you somethin'?" Rufus asked as he sipped his drink.

"Yea?" Dean replied, his eyes searching Rufus for any hint as to what he was about to ask.

"You got about three weeks left…why are you chasing some stuck up, skinny English girl?" Rufus asked as he put his glass back on the table.

Dean and Sam shared questioning looks before Dean replied, "You know about that, huh?"

Rufus shrugged, "I know a lot of things, about a lot of people."

"Is that so?" Dean asked as he poured himself another glass.

"Yup." Rufus replied, "I know no little pea shooter's gonna save you."

Sam tossed Rufus a dirty look, but kept silent. Sam wondered what happened to Rufus to make him so pessimistic.

"Really." Dean said passively, as if it didn't faze him.

"Yup…folks like us, there are no happy endings. We all got it coming." Rufus said threateningly as he sipped his drink again.

Dean's smirk widened, "Well aint you a bucket of sunshine." He said sarcastically.

Sam shook his head at his brothers' passive behavior. He knew that Dean was feeling scared, he knew that without having to read Dean's emotions.

Rufus glanced at Dean and his smile widened, "I'm what you got to look forward to if you survive...which you won't."

Sam shrugged and then sipped his drink. He was trying his hardest not to let this guy get to him, but it was getting harder and harder the more he pushed at Dean.

So Sam decided to get back on topic.

"We're here to discuss Bela." Sam reminded sternly.

Rufus and Dean both shot looks at Sam, and then they shrugged and sipped their drinks.

"Fine." Rufus muttered as he looked down at his half full glass that he was now swishing around, "watch your back when you go after her."

Dean scoffed, "I think we can handle Bela."

"Don't be so sure…there are things about her that you don't know."

Dean chuckled mirthlessly, "Oh and you do? Oh that's right…because you know things."

"Yup." Rufus replied with a smile.

"And lemmie guess she left her fingerprint?" Dean questioned.

"Yup."

"And that got you jack." Dean continued as he put the glass to his lips about to take another sip.

"Yup." Rufus replied again.

"So you're right where we are." Dean said with a smile as he took a sip, and placed the glass back on the table.

"Nope." Rufus replied, his smile widening.

Sam and Dean looked at him with confusion.

"She burned them off…probably years ago." Rufus explained.

"So how…?" Sam was about to ask before he was cut off by Rufus.

"You do her ear?" Rufus asked as his eyes shot back up to Sam.

"Sorry?" Dean asked as he leaned in closer, as if he hadn't heard Rufus correctly.

"You do her ear?" Rufus repeated.

Dean shrugged, and then blinked in confusion, "I'll try anything once, but I dunno that sounds uncomfortable."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers' attempt at humor but didn't reply.

"Ears are as unique to humans as fingerprints." Rufus explained as he looked back down at his glass.

"No kidding." Dean said, obviously surprised.

"Of course that don't fly in the courts over here…but in England they're all over it." Rufus continued to elaborate, "a friend of a friend…of a friend, managed to fax me ten confidential files of Bela, and all I had to do was send him one clean shot off the security camera."

"Right," Dean said with a chuckle, "one clean shot of her ear."

Rufus then stood from his seat and strolled over to the windowsill by him and picked up a thick file in a manila envelope. He glanced at it, and then looked back over to Dean. He walked back over to the table and dropped the file in front of Dean who looked at it curiously.

"The so called Bela Talbot." Rufus said as he sipped his drink again.

Dean opened the file, and let Sam read the contents inside from over his shoulder. They read for a few moments, and then they both looked up at Rufus in shock at the same time as if rehearsed.

No Clay in this chapter sorry, and I'm sorry but this was a necessity for upcoming events. Next chapter should be much better. Expect an appearance from Bela! :D