Bobby picked up the phone after the fourth ring after glancing at the caller ID. "What are you two idjits doing calling at this ungodly hour?" "Bobby" Dean said. "It's Sam's visions again. And," he lowered his voice "I don't know why but I feel that this time there's something different about them." There was a loud curse and a clatter on the other end as something was knocked to the floor by Bobby's jerk of surprise. "What!" Bobby exclaimed in disbelief. "I thought he was no longer having them. How intense was it and what was it about?" Dean silently handed the phone to Sam.
"It felt strange this time, like it was a memory rather than a vision of something happening to someone else. I fell into a stream of lava, or rather, I jumped. Stop looking at me like that, Dean. My hand was burning like I was holding something as hot as the sun, but I couldn't let go, like it had fused to my skin. When I came out of the vision, my hand had a red mark on it that faded after about an hour. And a word that didn't make any sense: something that sounded like Maithross."
"Alright" Bobby said after a pause. "I don't know why you're having this vision now, what with the situation with Lucifer, but it's worth looking into. Why don't you continue your research of the Horsemen at my place, and I can help by looking into some old sources and see if there's anything that sounds like what you described."
Ten hours and an exhausting car ride later, they arrived at Bobby's house. Bobby came out to greet them, gave the usual tests with silver and holy water, and brought them into his kitchen where they sat around the table wearily. The table already had a selection of dusty ancient books piled on top. Dinner went by quickly as they were eager to investigate the strange occurrence.
It was almost midnight and they had not found a single hint of what they were looking for, unusual with their years of experience. Bobby looked over at Sam who looked about to tear his hair out with frustration and smiled gently. "Okay, why don't you boys take a break? Go upstairs and get some rest, or read something other than these texts. They'll still be here in the morning. Sam, I still have that book you loved so much when you were a teenager." Sam was confused. Dean raised an eyebrow at him. "Dude, you don't remember? You were such a Tolkien nerd. You used to love that book called Silma-something, reading it over and over again for something to do every time Dad left for a hunt." "Oh! Right. That one. Sure, thanks Bobby!" He still held a fondness for them, even if the recent events had made him forget. They went upstairs to their rooms yawning. It had been a long day.