A/N: Here's the next installment of the story. Once again kudos to azab, x. lizzy .x, and PlatinumRoseLady you're the best! Multiple cookies for you guys for posting a review for the story, I'm glad you are enjoying it! The end is near for the story maybe three or four more chapters to go.

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Becky scrunched her face as she woke up to the sounds of the transfer trucks entering the highway from the motel's lot. The roaring of their engines barreling by seemed as though it was magnified by a thousand. But, no, she didn't have a hangover. She didn't have nearly enough beers for that.

She rolled over on her back and peered down at Dean, who was at the foot of the bed shuffling through his duffle bag. She slowly sat up in the bed and took in a deep breath of air. She ran her fingers over her hair to check out how bad it must've looked.

"Good morning," she announced to Dean. Motioning with her head to the duffle bag he was fixated on filling with dirty laundry, "Going somewhere?"

"Good morning," a voice from the side of the room surprised her; it didn't sound at all like Sam. For some odd reason she hadn't noticed him sitting in the chair beside the window. The voice belonged to a middle aged man, with a brown baseball hat and a handlebar mustache.

Becky quickly grabbed the sheets around her to cover up her chest. She looked at Dean who was amused by her sudden shyness, "That's Becky."

She lifted her hand half-heartedly and gave him a friendly wave and a forced smile, "I didn't know you were having guests over this morning."

"Oh, he's not a guest, he's Bobby," Dean pointed out as he tossed the bag back on the ground.

"And Bobby would be," she waited for him to respond to her question. But when she didn't get a reply fast enough she tried to help him along, "your uncle, your long lost brother from Tennessee?"

"More like a second father to us actually," Sam said as he entered the room rubbing his hair with a white motel towel from the bathroom. He was fresh from the shower with his skin glistening under the cheap lighting and a hint of sunlight that peaked through the window.

Becky sat back on the bed against the headboard watching Sam. His tight muscles adorning his abdomen pulled under his skin as he lifted the shirt over his head and down his arms. Once she saw Bobby staring at her she turned, blushed, and then gazed down towards her dirty finer nails. She cleared her throat, "Maybe, I should get a little less comfortable." She plucked her clothes from last night off the floor, beside the bed, and headed inside the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and began to change.

When Dean briefly looked up to catch her going inside, with the door ajar, he caught a glimpse of her bare back as she slid off his plaid shirt. He tilted his head to the side and craned his neck back to get a better view.

Bobby just shook his head in disappointment at the three in front of him. He whispered under his breath just exactly what he was thinking, "Twenty-something's and their damn hormones."

Sam threw his towel at his brother's head, "Dude? Seriously, could you be anymore of a pervert?"

Dean shot him a belligerent look and then just simply gave him a slight shrug, "probably."

"So are you boys going to tell me what's going on here? And why the two of you are sharing a woman?"

Sam blinked dumbfounded, "sharing? Bobby, that's not what's going on."

"Well, I'm just observing the scene in front of me. It seems that way to me. I might be a bit older than you but I lived through the seventies."

Sam shook his head ready to move on with the topic at hand, "well, uhm, anyway, based on what Dean told you on the phone, what do you believe we're dealing with?"

Becky exited the bathroom fully dressed, then scooted on top of Dean's bed again, curling her feet up beneath her. She clutched one of the pillows tightly against her chest as she readied herself for what Bobby was about to say.

"Well, Sam, you weren't completely off the mark with what you said last night."

Sam glanced over at Dean, and then back at Bobby, "what do you mean?"

Dean reminded him, "Last night, when you were talking about the soul thing?"

"Oh," Sam was generally surprised that his random idea actually had led them to a plausible explanation. When did that ever happen? He quickly dismissed the idea, "I was just throwing ideas around."

Dean rolled his eyes as he sat forward in his chair, "Bobby, do you think there's some sort of connection with what's going on here and what he's suggesting?"

"I'll tell you, don't get your panties in a twist," Bobby said as he laughed and shook his head. "A few years ago, in Kansas, there was a report of at least ten people who died with their skin aged, just like your friend. It wasn't until one of my friend's came across it that they knew exactly what it was. They call them the animus peto."

Sam translated out loud for everyone, "the soul seeker."

"The basic gist of the story was that my friend, Kyle Landon, was investigating the area at the time. He actually saw it, looked like a regular human, that was until he saw it sit on a young boy's chest and attempted to snatch his soul in the back of an old truck. Kyle said the thing was getting desperate because he didn't seem to care who was watching. They don't typically parade it around like that because they can't keep up the façade. It would make it harder for them to survive."

"Did Kyle get it?" Sam inquired.

"No, it took off before he could get a shot off. The boy, when he died, looked like he was at least seventy-two."

"I didn't see anything about these things in the research."

"Well, you wouldn't Sam, because you probably didn't know what you were looking for. It's quite new, the legend hasn't been around for about maybe a hundred years."

"What does the soul do, exactly?" Dean asked while rubbing the temple of his forehead.

"They would use it to rejuvenate their bodies keep them looking ageless. Legends say that they do it every ten years."

"How many do they have to have in order to, rejuvenate themselves fully?" Becky finally spoke from the opposite side of the room, her chin buried in the pillow she was cradling.

"That, I don't know."

Sam looked down at his hands, and then looked back up at Bobby who sat across from him, "What happens if they don't do it in ten years?"

"Well they'd eventually die from starvation and their body couldn't keep up with them. Their skin starts peeling first, then they start to dehydrate, and then ultimately they die."

Dean's eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated, "So this thing was like the fountain of youth?"

"Yeah, it'd keep them the same age."

"Great so we're looking for a demon-like thing, which looks human, but virtually sucks the life out of you?" Dean sighed, "Yeah it shouldn't be hard at all to find out who's doing it. Maybe we could send out questionnaires, or go door-to-door asking if they get the munchies every time they see their neighbor." He groaned, "not hard at all."

"How do we stop it then, Bobby?"

"Not a whole lot can, but my best guess is to go for the head."

Becky's cell phone rang on the bedside table and it caused everyone to turn around to gawk at her, "sorry." She flipped the phone open and saw her sister's name flash across the screen, "excuse me I need to take this call." Becky moved off of the bed and into the bathroom shutting the door behind her.

Once she was gone Bobby spoke softly, "Do you trust her?"

"The verdict is still out. I'm not totally convinced that she's as naive as she'd like us to believe." Dean responded, "But I think Sam here's developed the old googly eyes for her."

With a sharp tongue Sam replied, "I wasn't the one staring at her as she undressed."

Bobby eyed the motel room up and down and saw their reminiscences of the prank war that was currently taking a brief hiatus, "you aren't having that damn prank war again, are you?"

"No," Sam forced a smile.

"Of course not," Dean shook his head over zealously.

"Some how, I just don't believe you two."

Becky sauntered back with her cell phone resting at her side, "I'm sorry to have to cut this short. I'm going to have to go back home; my sister's in trouble again."

"We can take you back," Sam insisted as he got up on his feet and grabbed her coat from the table.

"Alright, but you can't come inside, she'll think something is up," she groaned loudly in aggravation as she headed for the door. With a warm smile she extended her hand to him, "It was nice to meet you Bobby and thank you for your help."

Bobby took her hand and his and gave it a firm squeeze, before he watched her hurry out of the motel room towards the Impala. He yelled after them, "Keep me posted on what's going on, boys."

Sam smiled and nodded reassuringly, "If you find out anything else—."

"Yeah, I know where you'll be, good luck!" Bobby watched as the Impala drove off and headed back into town. He examined his hand closely, turning it over palm up and spotted a coiled piece of dried skin.