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It didn't take long for Dean to work his way out of the ropes. As soon as he was free he grabbed his things and made his way to the first car in the parking lot. After a few minutes the engine roared to life and Dean was speeding down the road back to the site of his little brothers murder.

He had a tiny flame of hope burning inside of him. Maybe, just maybe the demons would leave the body behind and Dean could get someone to work some hoodoo magic on it, or at the very least he could give his brother a proper burial.

When he pulled up to the scene there was nothing but a puddle of blood. Dean dropped to his knees and sobbed. His dad wasn't around, there was no need to play tough. When he opened his eyes he noticed a set of tire tracks that didn't belong to the Impala or his newly acquired vehicle. They pulled right up to the blood.

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Sam awoke to the smell of bacon and blood.

"Good morning Sammy!" Azazel smiled and watched Sam slowly rise and scoot as far away as possible, "hungry? Thirsty?"

Sam's eyes wandered to the breakfast tray, complete with a mug of demon blood.

"Go-juice is nice and warm. It's fresh."

Sam could feel his senses perk up. His body begged for food, and as much as he hated to admit it, blood. But he wasn't going to give in. Not this time.

"No. No, get me out of here."

"Sammy! Now why would you want out? You've got it made in the shade my friend. Now, I know we've been…a little rough with you. The typical break um down to rebuild them stronger. But I think you've had enough of that. I'm a nice guy. Really."

Sam began checking his surroundings, looking for possible exits and escape routes. But his mind was clouded as he continued to breath in the scent of demon blood.

"I hate to admit this but, I've had a change in plans. See things were supposed to go down different than they are. Battle of the special children, opening the gates of hell, yada yada yada. Turns out, things are starting a bit sooner than expected. The apocalypse is just around the corner and I need you ready."

"Ready for what?" Sam asked, mostly to keep his mind off of the demon blood.

"Ready to say yes."

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"Bobby?"

"Who's askin?" Bobby asked as he took a swig of beer. It was always a little unnerving to get a call on his emergency line.

"Dean Winchester."

Bobby smiled, "Took ya long enough, ya idgit!"

"Yeah, look Bobby, I'm in Raton. How soon can you get here?"

"How bad is it?"

"Remember Sam?" Dean asked, choking a bit as he said his brothers name.

"Of course, Dean," Bobby paused and an arrow of hope hit his heart, "Did you find him?"

"In a way. Look, I really need you."

"I'm there." Bobby clicked his phone off and grabbed his coat. It wasn't often that Dean Winchester asked for help. Bobby knew that whatever Dean was up against, it was big. Luckily, the seasoned hunter was only a few hours away. He had just finished up a case of his own in Monument.

Dean went back to the motel to wait for Bobby. He had just about worn a hole through the carpet with all his pacing when he heard a knock at the door.

Through the peephole he saw a much needed friendly face. The door swung open and Dean nearly took Bobby down with his hug.

"Good to see you too," Bobby whispered.

Once inside, Dean brought Bobby up to speed.

"Balls."

"Bobby," Dean stood and began pacing again, "I don't know what to do."

"Now you said he was shot through the heart?"

"No mistaking that." Dean muttered as the scene was played back in his mind.

"Then why did they take the body?" Bobby asked, more to himself as his mind raced. "You can't torture someone who's already dead."

"A vessel." Dean whispered.

"What?"

"They took him to be a vessel. That's what dad said they were preparing him for. Bobby what do you know about human vessels?" Dean was staring down the hunter with new found intensity.

"You mean like for a possession? Dean, there ain't no rhyme or reason to how a demon decides who to possess. It's just the nearest able body, as far as I know."

"Yeah, but what about for a special demon? Like someone high up? Would they need a special body?" Dean was trying to think back to everything his dad had taught him about demons.

"It's possible I guess, I'd need to do some research. This ain't exactly your run of the mill case."

"I know," Dean sighed, "It's my brother."

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