Dean debated his next move, but there was no choice, really. He could set out in the Impala, wasting time – searching for the parking lot in question. Or he could enlist local help and maybe get to Sam before the djinn served him up on toast.

As Dean slapped the laptop shut, he cursed the name Steve Wandell. According to Bobby, the hunter had gone deep underground after sharing his revelation with Rufus, and nobody, anywhere, seemed to know where he was. Dean knew it was because he was attempting to put some distance between himself and the possibility of John Winchester. But what Wandell didn't know was that if Dean ever ran across him, he'd be just as fucked.

"He better pray that day don't ever come." Dean muttered, as he shot down the steps and ran for the house.

He met Danny coming out. "Danny!" Dean flagged him down. "Listen, I need your help."

Danny stopped and looked at Dean and at the laptop he was gripping. "Sure. Anything." He nodded.

"Come with me." Dean took the porch steps two at a time and didn't bother knocking.

"Ron!" He yelled, as he made his way down a hallway and into a kitchen. He placed the laptop on the table and tilted it open as Ron appeared, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

"What is it, Dean?" He cocked his head. Dean paused and looked at the two men who had been kind enough to take his kid brother in and treat him like family, and he felt regret. He knew he was about to change their views of the world forever, but Dean simply saw no other way. He had to get to Sam.

"Listen," He said again. "I'm sorry that you have to see this, but I need your help. Sam needs your help. Will you help us?"

Ron and Danny both nodded. They exchanged confused looks and moved to stand behind Dean at the laptop.

"This footage was taken a week ago," he explained to the two men as he cued up the video. "It's a parking lot somewhere around here. I need you to try and recognize anything you can – the layout, the type of bricks used in the building, the kind of gravel they used on the walkways – anything that will help us find it. You game?"

They nodded.

"Okay," Dean nodded back. "This is the thing that has Sam."And he clicked to start the video.

The two men watched wordlessly until the djinn stepped into view, then Danny gasped. "What the hell is that?"

"It gets worse." Dean warned, feeling sick as he was forced to relive his brother's abduction a second time.

When the camera panned in to the close up of Sam's face, Ron backed away. "Oh no!" he breathed. "No, no, no."

"Is that Sam!" Danny yelled. And all three men flinched when the creature brought its foot down on the boy's neck.

Son of a bitch!" Ron spat.

"Dad?" Danny turned to the older man for confirmation, his eyes watering, "Was that Sam? Tell me that wasn't Sam."

Ron pulled his boy into a hug and reassured him gently, "We'll get him back, son." After a moment, the older man reached out and pulled Dean in too. "We'll get him back. We will."

After a moment, Dean broke the embrace and pulled away, clearing his throat. "Do either of you know where this place is?" he asked.

No one spoke.

"If I run it again, can you focus on the surroundings instead of on what's happening? Please?" Dean all but begged.

Danny pulled away from his father and wiped his eyes. "Yeah, Dean. Of course." He said, steeling himself. "We'll watch it as many times as we have to."

It took three more tries before Ron noticed the chain link fence running through the lot across the street. "Could that be the old Amerisurance building?" He asked Danny. "It backs up against that empty lot out behind the shopping center. They just fenced all that in a while back, remember? Kids were running four-wheelers through there and tearing up the grass."

Danny squinted in thought. "Run it again, Dean."

This time the two men leaned in with practiced eyes. "Stop it there!" Danny blurted, and Dean hit the pause button to freeze the frame. The camera had just panned out near the end of the video, and the fence across the street was clearly visible.

"Look!" Danny pointed. All the way at the right of the frame, a sign was affixed to portion of the fence. It was too far away and too dark to be seen in detail, but it was clearly bright red.

"That's the sign they put up warning folks to stay away." He said excitedly. "I remember laughing when I first saw it because it seemed like overkill – bright red and gigantic and fixed right on the fence!"

"It is." Ron agreed. "Yep. We know exactly where that is."

"How far?" Dean asked.

"About 20 minutes."

"What's over here?" Dean tapped the side of the screen where the djinn had disappeared with his brother.

The two men looked at each other and shrugged. "Farms?"

"Farms? Any of them abandoned, old, falling apart?"

Ron thought, "Yeah."

Dean wasted no time. He whipped out his cell and dialed the familiar number. "Bobby? Yeah, I know where it is. I'm going to get Sam. What? No, I can't wait for you. That thing's already had him for a week. He's in serious trouble. How far out is Rufus? No, not possible. I can't wait for him. I'm going to get Sam today. I'll call you tonight. If you don't hear from me … give Rufus this address?" He looked to Ron for permission, and when the man nodded, Dean gave Bobby the address of Ritter's Garage. "Tell him to come here and talk to Ron and Danny, they'll fill him in. What? Yeah, I will Bobby. Yeah. Talk to you later." He disconnected the call.

Dean grabbed a pen and paper from beside the phone and handed them to Danny. "Write me down the directions?" He looked at the two men standing before him. "Gotta go." He said. "If I'm not back by this evening, there'll be a friend stopping by. Tell him everything you know." He was stayed by Ron's hand on his arm.

"Son, you're not going out there alone."

Dean snorted, "Oh yeah, Ron, I am. That thing has had Sam for a solid week. I can't afford to wait any longer."

Ron shook his head, "Danny," he turned toward his son, "Go bring the truck around."

He turned back to Dean. "I'll grab the rifles."

Dean shook his head. "No way."

Ron was adamant. "I'm sorry, son. There's no way Danny and I are letting you face this thing alone. I know Sam's your blood, but we've grown pretty fond of him too. Whatever this thing is …" he gestured toward the laptop, " Danny and I want a piece of it."