Dean took another sip of his coffee. "So, what really happened last night?"
"I told you what happened."
"Not in detail."
"What do you want to know, Dean' I was beating his ass, and he got away. The thing flew down, snatched him up, and flew away." Sam sighed then and picked up his own coffee.
"That's it' I'm still not clear why you were beating his ass." Dean really didn't want to circle back to that argument, but there it was.
"He started it."
"Oh, yeah' What did he do' Tell you he didn't like your new do?"
"There's nothing wrong with my do, and he punched me in the jaw."
Dean nodded his head, getting a better understanding of what had happened. "Okay, so, now we go talk to Frick and Frack and see if we can track this thing down."
He didn't mention that they were going to use Hunt as bait, and had instructed Cal and Eddie to do the same. "Yeah."
"Kinda hard to track something that flies. You're gonna need some kinda bait. You know what I think" I think it's collecting its nuts."
"They know more or less where it is."
Dean chuckled. "Sure, they do. That's why it's still out there. You know how big the pine barrens are, Sam' It could be anywhere. It could be miles from here by now. Hunt was on the right track. We need to set a trap."
"God forbid that someone knows a little more than the almighty Dean."
"What's with the attitude, man' I'm trying to figure this thing out."
"They've been hunting this thing for a while, man. And you just want to sit there and call them names. They watched the direction that it flew with your friend, and a few weeks ago they found what they thought was a nest."
"Squirrels don't bury all their nuts in the same place, Sam."
"And they don't remember where or why they bury them, Dean."
"Fine, we'll do it your way....or their way." The truth was Dean was starting to wonder if Sam needed him or even wanted him along for the ride anymore. He'd gone off on his own for a year without so much as a phone call or a greeting card, then he'd hooked up with the Campbells, and now this. He was starting to feel like the third wheel. But none of this was said out loud. He just stared into his coffee cup.
"They are just trying to help, Dean. Why is it so bad that we get some help after all these years?"
"It's not, I guess." The truth was he felt like his kid brother didn't need him anymore.
"It's got to be, Dean! First the Campbells, now Eddie and Cal. What's the damn issue, man?"
"No issue. We blowing this popstand or what?" He reached for his wallet and tossed a ten dollar bill on the table for a tip plus the bet money.
"No issue. Right. Shut down, Dean." Sam pushed the money back his way. "I got this."
It was a little strange to have money in his wallet for a change, but he'd left most of what he had with Lisa. "I'm getting the tip. Hazel eyes, remember?"
"I told you." Sam smirked and placed the cash on the table, then started for the door.
Dean tossed a glance over at the waitress who smiled back at him, but he only nodded and mumbled a farewell and followed his brother to the door.
Sam was already in the truck and it was running, while he waited for Dean.
Dean pushed outside, briefly looking up at the sky, which was threatening rain again.
Sam was listening to "Kashmir" and starting to relax. He was wound up and taking it out on Dean wasn't helping. The rain was affecting his mood, as well as someone using his brother as bait. The hunting had been different without Dean at his side. Almost like spending time with Ruby, learning everything he could about dealing with the demons.
Dean's breath hitched a moment as his sore ribs reminded him he was still alive and human, and he tried to rub the pain away, hoping Sam didn't notice. He knew his brother well enough to know he probably thought he was a liability right now, wounded and unable to give one hundred percent, but Dean refused to be left behind again. He'd been left behind long enough. He smiled a little at the sound of Zeppelin coming from Sam's rented truck, wondering if the kid was playing it for his sake or if something had actually rubbed off on him. He pulled the door open and climbed inside, a half smile, half wince on his face.
"You are moving around like when the He-Witch had you. And don't mention the shot, again."
"Yeah, you try getting tossed into a hole and going twenty rounds with the Leeds Devil and see what happens." He rubbed at his ribs again and tried to get comfortable. The pain meds were taking the edge off, but he still felt like crap. Sam's remark got a small chuckle out of him, despite the pain. "That was kinda funny. Gotta give the guy credit for having a sense of humor. Wonder whatever happened to him."
"Funny' Dean he almost killed you."
"Christ, where's Cas when you need him' I could use a little mojo here!" He said a little louder than necessary, hoping a certain angel might hear. He shrugged his shoulders. "I made the bet. No one had a gun to my head."
"Dean, look..." Sam sighed then. "I'm sorry, okay?"
Dean furrowed his brows as he looked over at his brother. "For what?"
"I know I was a jerk, and I am apologizing."
Dean was looking at his brother like he was from another planet or something. Old Sammy was apparently still in there somewhere.
"I'm just trying to figure shit out, and people like Hunt....they bother me."
"They bother me, too, Sam. We're on the same side, right?"
"Yes, but don't expect me to cry if Hunt gets eaten."
Another shrug and a wince. Dean really had to stop shrugging. "I'm not gonna shed any tears over Hunt."
"Well, so we are agreed. We can allow the Jersey Devil his last supper. Okay, are you calling Bobby or am I?" Sam turned the wheel and they were moving out into traffic again.
"Long as it's not you or me."
Sam turned the stereo down a bit, and nodded. "Dean, you aren't one hundred percent, but I'm not leaving you out."
Dean winced a little, dreading the ass-chewing he was more than likely to get from Bobby, but one of them had to man up and Sam was driving. "I'll call. You're driving. Damn straight you're not. Left me out for a year. I haven't forgiven you for that yet."
"Dean, you have Lisa and Ben. You have the life that I wanted. You had the life you promised me you would have. I didn't want to ruin that."
Dean furrowed his brows at his brother and the rarity of his confession. "Then why don't you just quit' Walk away?"
"Dean, there are still things out there. You know that."
"Promised you? I didn't have any choice but to promise you. You were so hung up on making the ultimate sacrifice. Just like a good Winchester. That doesn't make us even, by the way. You still owe me, and that trip to Graceland" That doesn't even start to make up for keeping me out of the loop."
"Listen, we will deal with Hunt and go to Graceland, okay' You want to take Lisa and Ben" We can drive this for the comfort. Take the Charger."
He glanced out the window and thought about that a moment. He didn't want to sound selfish, but Graceland was special to him and to his dad, and he didn't want to share it, not with anyone but his brother. "Lisa hates Elvis and Ben's too young to appreciate it." That was the excuse he'd use, even if it wasn't true.
"Then it's me and you, man. Which is cool, cause I know how he was to you and Dad."
He turned back to Sam. "We're taking the Impala."
"Impala" We could save gas in the Charger."
"I'm not taking that pansyass car to Graceland." The truth was he hated being in the passenger seat most of the time. "If you're so worried about gas, why'd you rent a truck?"
"This truck gets twenty-two miles per gallon," Sam chuckled. "Wanna trade the Impala in?" Again messing with his brother.
"Are you kidding me" Car's a classic. They don't make cars like that anymore."
"Yeah, but it's old..." Sam grinned a bit.
Dean chuckled. "You know Dad was gonna buy a VW" A hippy bus."
"What' How do you know?"
"Dude....I was there."
"Oh, right....there. You'd still be rolling around Dad's old bus then?" Sam chuckled at that.
Dean scowled. "Something like that."
"You in a VW." The laughter was building.
"Blame Dad. He was buying it for Mom. He thought it would be more suitable for a family."
Dean wasn't seeing the humor in it. He'd been there when his father was picking out a car. It was mostly because of him they ended up with the Impala and not the VW.
Sam was snickering as he looked straight ahead. His brother in what basically amounted to a mini-van was about to get him in trouble or punched. "So, does it only rain in this state or what?" Trying to change the subject, as he turned on the wipers.
Dean ignored Sam's question, his thoughts drifting to his parents. "Dad was different then. He really loved Mom."
"I know. I saw that, and he was big on family."
Dean still wasn't sure what had happened between his parents, but he knew they hadn't always gotten along. They weren't always the big happy family people thought them to be. "I'm just like him, Sam."
"It was Mom that told us to go. Dad wanted us to stay and chat. Her family was his." Sam turned and looked at Dean, remember when Cas had taken them to the past to save their mother's life. "In a lot of ways, yeah, you are."
"I get it now, you know. How he felt. How he was trying to protect us after Mom died. How he couldn't be the father we wanted him to be. After Mom died, he'd sit up late, watching over us. Sometimes, when he thought I was asleep, I'd hear him crying."
Sam just frowned and turned his attention back to the road. His memories of butting heads with John over the years still stung.
Dean was staring out the window, lost in thought, telling his brother things he didn't think he ever would. "You know what that's like" To hear your own father crying" Someone who's supposed to protect you, take care of you? I never let him see me cry again after that. Just you. Ben deserves a real father. Not me."
"Well, it was just you and I on many nights, Dean. Alone, some shit hotel..." Sam paused and looked at Dean. "Right, so you going to tell the kid that?"
"I don't know what to tell him. He wants to be like me. I can see it. He got into the trunk and I chewed his ass out."
"How'd he get your keys?"
Dean swung his head back toward Sam, maybe looking for some brotherly advice. "I don't want him to be like me, Sam. I want him to have a life. Go to school, get a job, meet a girl, do all the things I never could. It's what I wanted for you, too."
"That didn't happen for me, Dean. It wasn't in the cards."
Dean ignored his brother's question. He'd asked himself the same thing a dozen times or more. Had he left the keys in the trunk or had the kid swiped them' He wasn't quite sure, but all his weapons were in there. He'd told the kid time and again that guns weren't toys, but he recognized that gleam in Ben's eyes when he'd caught him, and that more than anything else, made him chew the kid's ass out. "Yeah, well..." Dean trailed off, turning silent. He'd already said a lot more than he'd planned.
"Jess is gone, Mom is gone, Dad is gone. Hell man, even I was. This life isn't for everyone."
"And Grampa's back. Ever wonder about that' Why him' Why not Dad?"
"Hell if I know. Knowing Dad, he's made general or something and is leading part of the war in Heaven. I'm busy, send Samuel!" Sam was imitating John then.
"No, Cas would have said." Dean turned back to the window, watching the rain turn the world gray and gloomy, like his mood.
"You can't tell me that wouldn't be Dad's style."
"No, it's Dad's style, all right. I'm just not sure what?s going on up there."
"No telling, man. We are here, which is a bonus."
"Better than hell anyway." From what Dean had seen of heaven, probably better than that, too.
"Hell is not for the feint of heart," Sam said, as he flipped the turn signal and turned, heading for the area he'd found Dean.
"That's why they call it hell." Dean frowned, recognizing their surroundings. He didn't really want to be there again, but he had no choice. And this time, they were the hunters, not the hunted.
"Ya think?" Sam caught the frown. "We gotta call Bobby, Dean."
"Yeah, I know." Dean pulled his cell phone out of his jacket. Someone, probably Sam, had charged it for him while he'd been stuck in the hospital.
"Your pistol is under the seat."
Dean arched a brow at his brother, who seemed to have thought of everything, and reached under the seat for his gun, which had actually belonged to his father. "You wanna call him or do I get the honors?"
"You can call him. I am driving."
Dean grumbled under his breath, knowing Bobby was probably gonna chew his ass out about one thing or another. He dialed the number and held the phone up to his ear, listening to it ring.
"Hello?" Bobby answered, and it was obvious he was looking for something.
"Bobby, it's Dean..." As if he didn't already know that. He waited for the lecture that he knew was coming.
"Dean, how the hell are you, boy' We've been worried sick!"
No lecture. Dean paused a moment, a little confused. "Uh..." He wondered who we was. Sam' Grampa Campbell" Cas" "I'm okay. A little sore."
"How many stitches?"
"I dunno. I lost count." He looked over at Sam, looking a little puzzled.
"How many broken ribs" Or were they broke?" Bobby was fussing over him like a mother hen.
"Bruised, I think. I got lucky."
"Ya idjit! Next time you take your brother with you! Letting some scum like Hunt get the drop on you!"
Dean didn't mention another concussion. If he'd been a football player, he'd probably have been forced into retirement by now. Dean smiled. That was the Bobby he knew and loved. He knew the word idjit would come into the conversation at some point. "I love you, too, Bobby."
"Let's not start growin' lady parts here," Bobby growled. "So, did you see it?"
"Yeah, I saw it. Shot it a couple times. It didn't even blink. And I didn't miss."
"So, it ain't a hoax. Cal and Eddie came through, I'll be damned."
"Just pissed it off. It wasn't a hoax that tore into my shoulder, trust me."
"Yeah, I heard." Bobby sighed. "Okay, you are gonna need a knife, of course, a black candle and a white candle. Get to the shade of a tree near where the thing was born."
"Where it was born" Like its house?" He looked over at Sam, who he knew was listening. He figured maybe Cal and Eddie would know where that was, since they were locals.
"No, ya moron, it was born under the sea with Sponge Bob."
"Sponge Bob is a cartoon. You and Sam have been watching too much TV."
"And you know who he is, Dad. Now, you gonna listen?"
That remark sobered him, though Ben was a little too old for Sponge Bob. "I'm listening."
"Okay, the thing was born at the Leed's Homestead" and I'm sorry for that remark. How is the kid?"
"He's fine. Confused as all hell, but that's normal, I guess."
"So were you at that age, boy." Bobby sighed again. "Sam okay?"
"Yeah, he's okay. He's driving." Dean wondered if Bobby was really wondering if Sam was okay, or if he wanted Dean's opinion on how Sam had changed. But this wasn't the time or the place for that. He wondered just how much time Bobby had spent with Sam over the course of the last year or so and how much it had cost him not to tell Dean the truth. Or maybe Sam had asked him not to, made him promise. It was all for Dean's own good, or so they'd said, but he wasn't so sure about that.
"Yeah, okay. So, black and white candles, eight inches long, exactly, no guessing. Every quarter inch from the top, make seven marks with the knife. You writing this down?"
Dean flicked a glance at Sam, resting the phone in the crook of his neck, and miming that he needed something to write with.
Sam pointed at the bag between them.
"Uh, yeah....Go on." Dean reached into the bag and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, and started jotting notes. "Black and white candles, eight inches long. Seven notches every quarter inch from the top....What are the notches for?"
"Just notch the candles, ya bonehead."
"Okay, what else?"
"Okay, you need to put the white candle due north of the shade tree, the black candle in the shade of the tree, and this has to be done at eight in the morning."
"Eight in the....why then" Who makes this shit up anyway?"
"At the white candle in the dirt, write the work Krytanala, with a K."
"Krytan....can you spell that?" Dean was scribbling all of it down as fast as he could. He didn't want to get the spelling wrong and screw up the entire spell.
"K R Y T A N A L A, got that?"
Dean jotted each letter down in order as Bobby spelled the word out. "Yeah, I got it."
"At the black candle, you need a ball of witchbane."
"Witchbane, okay." He wondered how the hell they were gonna get their hands on some of that. He shot a look at Sam again.
"Should be some little coven shop around there. It's Jersey, for Pete's sake."
"We'll figure it out. What else?"
"Chant the words "Omah Cly Chisto Dunnga", oh, four times, and if you have the Devil, that should be it."
"Wait....do we need it to be there?"
"Well, duh, genius. How else is it going to work" Can't call him up."
"Awesome. So, not only do we have to find it, we have to capture it or somehow lure it there."
"Just net the thing, how hard can it be? You need a tranq."
"A tranq," Dean repeated, doubtfully. "Bobby, did you hear a word I said" I shot the damned thing four times and it didn't even blink."
"Well, try it. Humor an old man."
"If it doesn't work, it's just gonna get pissed off."
"Then get it close to the house and go for the curse removal."
"Yeah, okay....we'll figure it out." He had an idea, but he knew Sam wouldn't like it.
"Okay, keep me informed." And he hung up, no goodbyes. He didn't believe in them.
"Nice talking to you, too," Dean said to no one and hung up the phone.
"Well?" Sam asked, looking toward his brother.
"I got a recipe, but it's not chocolate chip."
"Peanut Butter?"
"More like....Rocky Road."
"Great, my favorite." Sam scowled then.
Dean shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket. "Sam....We're gonna need bait."
"No." Sam just said that, without wanting to hear what Dean was going to say.
Too late, he said it. "You got any ideas on how we're gonna catch this thing 'cause I'm thinking a really big butterfly net would be kinda awkward."
"Hunt."
"We don't even know if Hunt's still alive."
"Then he may still want to finish his meal."
"That's what I'm thinking." Only he wasn't thinking of Hunt as bait.
"You aren't going in as bait, Dean."
"Look, I don't like it anymore than you do, but that thing already had a piece of me, and it probably wants more. I'm not planning on sacrificing myself to the Leeds Devil, Sam. Anyway, this spell is a pain in the ass. It's really precise."
"No."
"You know where we can find some witchbane." Dean was doing his best to ignore his brother's denials. He'd deal with it when the time came.
"Should be easy enough. All the kids use it for their love spells."
"Yeah, why didn't I ever think of that?" Dean sighed and leaned back against the headrest, watching the rain turn to drizzle.
"You think you need one with Lisa?"
"Why do you keep bringing that up" Am I cramping your style or something" Getting in the way' Third wheel" You're the one that pulled me back in."
"Dude, I was just trying to make you think, man. She loves you, I'm sure."
"Yeah, we don't use the L word. It's like....I don't know....Kinda goes without saying, I guess."
"Right." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Soon as I say it..." Dean broke off.
"What' The house turns into a pumpkin and you lose a boot?"
"Something like that, yeah."
"Right, they'd bring the stinking thing back." Sam chuckled.
Dean's thoughts drifted to Quinn, the girl he wasn't sure ever really existed. The only one he'd ever said the L word to. "You ever wonder if any of this is real?"
"Any of what?" Sam asked, as he turned down a different dirt road.
"I mean, seriously....sometimes I wonder. My head is so screwed up sometimes..."
"What?"
"You start to think....maybe it's all just a dream."
"Did you take too many of the pain pills again?"
"What' No! I'm serious!"
"Okay, so, what?s a dream?"
Dean shoved his fingers through his hair. A dream is a wish your heart makes" Christ, he wasn't going to tell Sammy that. "A dream is an illusion your mind creates when you're sleeping. You think it's real, but it's not. You know what, Sam' Hell was real."
"Dean, you aren't really making sense, man."
Dean quieted, his thoughts turning inward. Cas understood. Cas knew about Rhydin, but not Sam. Dean wasn't sure Sam would ever understand.
"So, what do you mean. Our lives?" Sam was just trying to understand. Something had his brother spooked.
"Doesn't matter. Just forget it." He was closing that door for now....again.
"Okay, man." Sam nodded.
Dean looked out the window, wondering if they were almost there and what would happen when they got there. His side was starting to ache, but it was too early to take another pill, so he just tried to rub the ache away. An awkward silence had settled between him and his brother, and he wondered if Sam wasn't the stronger one, after all. He'd known him all his life. He thought he knew everything about him, and yet it seemed a different Sam sat beside him now. Sometimes he almost seemed like a stranger.
"Okay, look, we are here. Be nice."
"When am I not nice?"
"It is Cal, Eddie, and Dooley. Not all the other names you call them, okay?"
Dean tore off the sheet of paper with Bobby's instructions on it and tucked it into a pocket. "Don't worry about it. I got it."