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John was writing in his journal when he heard banging on the motel door. Opening it up he saw Sam in a cold sweat. Dean was right behind him. Half eaten jerky in one hand. Before John could ask what was wrong Sam said "I had another vision Dad."

Ten minutes later Dean was driving down to Oregon. Sam was in the passenger seat guiding with a GPS and John was in the back double checking with a map. "Now son, there are two cities in the States named Rivergrove. You sure it's the one in Oregon?" John asked.

Sam racked his brain. "There was a picture. Crater Lake." John checked the map.

"Okay. And then what else?" Dean asked.

Sam took a deep breath. "It was a dark room. There was a guy strapped to a chair."

"And Dean just offs the guy?" John asked, not wanting to believe it. He may have raised his son like a soldier, but he was certain he didn't make Dean a heartless killer.

"Dean says there is something in him," Sam explained.

"What like a demon? Was he possessed?" Dean asked.

It seemed like the more Dean and John asked questions the less Sam seemed to understand what he saw. "I don't know," he sighed.

"Well, your visions do tie in with Yellow Eyes. You might have not seen any black smoke but it could still be possible. Question is why wouldn't an exorcism work?" John mused.

"I'm sure I must have had some good reason," Dean muttered. "I mean I'm not just going to waste an innocent guy right? Right?"

"Of course not Dean," John assured.

"Right Dean. I never said that," Sam agreed. "Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair is a part of it. So let's find him and see what's what."

They made it to Crater Lake the following afternoon. They pulled up in front of a wooden shop with a man slightly older than John sitting on the porch cleaning his rifle. Dean greeted him and pulled out a fake Marshal badge so they'd be able to question him about the man from Sam's vision.

"What did he do?" the man asked.

"Nothing, we're looking for someone else and we believe this man could help us," Sam explained.

"Does he often cause trouble Master Sergeant?" John asked after noticing a familiar tattoo. "I was a Corporal in Vietnam. Echo-2-1."

The fellow veteran nodded. "No. The man you're looking for is named Duane Tanner. He's a good kid. Keeps his nose clean."

"You know where he lives?" Dean asked.

"With his family on Aspen Way." They thanked him and walked up the road. Across the street John and Dean noticed Sam falling behind as he checked out a telephone pole. The two walk back to join him and Sam shows them a word carved into the pole. CROATOAN.

"Where have I heard that before," John mused out loud.

"Roanoke in the late 1500s," Sam answered.

"Oh yeah. Shots heard around the world. How bills become laws," Dean said.

"No Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America," Sam corrected.

Now it was coming back to the older man. "That's right. The only thing left behind was the word Croatoan carved into a tree."

"No one could figure out what happened," John said, getting suspicious. "I've been having a theory about that. Some research I'd look into whenever things got slow. I was always under the impression it was a demon's name. Something along the lines of Deva or sometimes Resheph. Only now it might be one we are more familiar with."

Dean looked between his father and his brother. "Hold on man. You two don't think that event ties into the Yellow-Eyed demon do you?"

"Well whatever I saw in my vision can't be good," Sam said.

"And Sam's visions are tied into the Yellow-Eyed demon," John reminded him.

"In that case we need to call for backup," Dean suggested.

"Right. I'll call Bobby. Sam you call Ellen," John ordered, whipping out his phone. To his surprise though, the phone read NO SIGNAL. Sam's was the same. Dean pulled out his own phone. No luck there either. Spotting a pay phone across the street Dean went and tried that out. Only to discover the line was dead.

This raised a lot of red flags for the family. "Well, if I was to maskere a town. This would be my first step," Dean figured.

Regardless of the fact that they can no longer contact the outside world, they still had a job to do. So the trio went to where Duane lives. The trio arrives at the house and knocks on the door. A young man answers it. John gives a questioning look to Sam who subtly shakes his head. This kid wasn't Duane.

"Can I help you?" the boy asked. Dean flashes the fake badge and asks for Duane. The kid, Jake, says that he's his brother and Duane isn't home at the moment. He went on a fishing trip in Roslyn Lake.

"Are your parents home?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, they're inside," Jake answers. His father then showed up asking who the Winchesters were.

"U.S. Marshals," John introduced. "We need Duane's help in an investigation. Do you know when he'll be back from his trip?"

"No I'm afraid I don't," Mr. Tanner said.

"What about your wife? Maybe she knows," Sam suggested.

"She's out getting groceries right now," Mr. Tanner explained.

"I thought you said she was home Jake?" Dean questioned.

"I did?" Jake asked.

Mr. Tanner cut in. "Is there a number you guys can leave me so he can get a hold of you when he comes back?"

"No. No. We'll just check back in with you guys later," Dean said and the three made their way to leave.

"That wasn't suspicious," John muttered sarcastically.

"Yeah a little too Stepford," Dean agreed.

"Big time," Sam said.

John pulled his gun out. "You two go around back. When they're distracted I'll sneak in through the front." His sons nodded and they split up. John sneaked up the front porch and crouched down underneath one of the windows. He watches in horror as Mrs. Tanner is tied up in the middle of the room, a gag over her mouth. She had been beaten and there were cuts all over her body.

The woman is shaking and sobbing as her son quietly shushes her. "It's okay Mom. It's not going to hurt," he assures. He rolls up her sleeve as Mr. Tanner comes back in with a large kitchen knife and cuts himself on the arm. He lowers the knife over an open wound on her shoulder and lets his blood drip into it.

John wastes no time in kicking down the front door while his sons follow suit with the back door. Mr. Tanner rushes at Dean with the knife but Dean fires two bullets into his chest and he goes down. Jake tries to take off but John quickly ends him with a head shot.

Sam rushes to untie Mrs. Tanner. "It's okay. It's okay. We're going to get you to a doctor," he said as he guided her to the Impala. And while John would be happy his sons make sure the innocent are treated, what Mr. Tanner did to her before they barged in made him wonder just how much longer she'll be innocent.

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