When we afraid in South Dakota, I stopped pretending to be asleep. Good thing Dean never drove the speed limit so we showed up in a little less than 9 hours. When pulled on to the property it looked a little more like a junk yard versus someone's home. An older gentleman stepped out of his house, he wore a baseball cap and a plaid shirt my instinct at first was to scream hillbilly. Both Dean and Sam got out of the car and greeted the man with a smile.

I stepped out of the car as well and stayed a little behind them so I could observe this man more in detail from a distance.

"Let's step inside" Dean suggested, we all walked into the house, the man lead us into what looked like an office over cluttered with books everywhere. I studied some of the books and saw that he defiantly was knowledge headquarters when it came to hunters.

"This is Annabelle, Annabelle this is Bobby" Dean introduced us.

Bobby held out his hand to shake it, I just kept my hands in my pockets, "I wish this was under better circumstances but I need you to be straight forward with me" I stated not really caring for formals right now.

"Okay, what is it that you need?" he asked sitting behind his desk looking to Dean and then Sam.

"It's not what they need it's more or less what I need" I stated, "I need to know where the cult is?" I asked knowing he would wonder how I knew but would not reveal that secret.

Bobby just stared at me with a blank expression and this was to be expected of course. The brothers just looked at me and in sync which if it had been a better moment would have amused me. "What is the colt?"

I did not falter my look from Bobby, "I know you know where it is and I need it, my brother is in grave danger" I stated firmly.

"Again what is the colt?" Dean asked still very confused and I could hear the frustration in his voice.

"Non timebo mala" I spoke softly as my skin started ripple at the Latin words.

"I fear no evil" Sam replied.

Dean looked from me to Sam who stared back at his brother, "What I know a little bit of Latin" he said defensively.

"For though I should walk in the midst of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me" I spoke returning my gaze from Dean to Bobby.

Bobby interrupted before Sam could speak, "How do you know so much about the colt not that I am saying it exists or not" he questioned me, I could sense his mistrust in his voice.

"My father talks about the legend a lot" I sighed taking a seat on random chair he had in the room, "the legend of Samuel Colt, the inventor of the revolving cylinder. He made it for a hunter, which of course most people don't know about the man" I took a deep sigh. "He made in 1835 with supernatural bullets made especially for the gun that supposedly can kill anything"

I could tell I was getting nowhere with Bobby, this was going to take a while unless I did what I had sworn I would never do again. I got up and walked up to the desk and placed my hand firmly on top of Bobby's as he tried to fight for a brief moment as I looked deep into his eyes. "Now please tell me, where is the last known location of the cult?" I demanded.

Bobby stopped struggling and returned the gaze, "The last person to be known with the cult is Daniel Elkins in Manning Colorado" Bobby answered my question.

"Thank you Bobby you are a very helpful man" I let go of his hand and turned my attention to Dean, more cheerful I walked up to him and placed my hand upon the side of his face. "Dean, would you be so sweet and give me the keys to the Impala?" I asked as sweetly as possible.

Dean dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out the car keys and handed them to me, "thank you Dean" I leaned in and kissed him on the lips and whispered into his ear, "I really am sorry to have to end everything like this" I moved away from him as Sam was just staring at his brother in disbelief.

I walked up to Sam and kissed him on the cheek, "take care of your brother Sam" I rushed out of the house and into the car. Starting the engine and driving out of there like a bat out of hell.

His cassette kicked on and continued where it had left off at, which was hells bell by AC/DC. Once I was on the highway it changed into the next song which was highway to hell. I was not one for old rock like this but it amused me for it was so fitting I blared while I was driving. "Here I come brother" I whispered.

Sam was still looking at his brother in disbelief, "I can't believe you just handed over your car, which you have threatened me over"

Dean snapped back, he ran out of the house realizing what he had done, "Shit, I swear I am going to kill that bitch if she hurts my car" he hissed.

Bobby stood up and walked out to stand by Dean, "Did you feel like you were in a trance just a moment ago?" he asked.

"To be honest…" Dean looked over at Bobby, "Yes, yes I did" he grumbled.

"Now what do we do?" Sam asked.

It been a couple of weeks since Dean had his car stolen by Annabelle, when Bobby had received a package at his house which was weird since he never got mail at his house. He slowly walked into his house trying to examine the package, "No return address, not even where it was sent from" he grumbled as he brought it into his office and sat down slowly opening it. He looked inside, there was a letter addressed to Dean, when he lifted up the letter there were the car keys to the impala and a classic black iPod in an aqua blue casing. There also was a cassette which had a wire attached to it, which was plugged into the iPod.

"DEAN!" Bobby shouted, Dean came bolting into the room, "It's for you" he handed him the whole box. Sam came following afterwards, "what's for you?"

Dean opened the letter and started to read: "Dear Dean and Sam I am sorry that I did what I did. I truly am sorry, here is your car keys back; no worries your car is fine and is parked where we first met. I threw out all your cassettes and updated you a little, in this package is an iPod which has all your music on it and a little more it's a 60 GB so if you ever want to add more I am sure your brother knows how to work it on the laptop. I told you I would replace the cassette I broke; I just ask you one thing keep doing what you do. The world needs people like you boys and your dad whether they know it or not." Dean was interrupted by the door to Bobby's house being opened.

"Well whoever wrote that must think highly of us" John spoke while smiling at his boys, "hello boys!"