Brother

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- SIX HOURS EARLIER -

Sam cut the engine and stepped out of the car. A midnight black '78 Mustang, it was in decent shape, thanks to Bobby having fixed it up for them. When he had first started separating from Dean, Sam had been forced to hitchhike and walk to get to wherever he needed to be. This resulted in a particularly dangerous situation with a werecat in Missouri, after which Sam vehemently demanded he get his own vehicle. It was a pretty good car. No Chevy Impala, but it had become a comfort to Sam, and had served him well for the past few months. Bobby and Sam had convinced Dean to install a trailer hitch onto the impala, so that the Mustang could be towed from state to state when the boys needed to drive together.

Sam leaned on the hood of the car and checked the maps and assorted papers of information Dean had given him about the hunt. "Electromagnetic interferences, eight deaths, smell of sulfur." He muttered to himself, reading through the pages. He turned to a page of Dean's hastily scrawled handwriting.
Bobby's been working on figuring out what all this stuff means, but I'm pretty sure it's just a vengeful spirit, Sammy. Gank it and get out. - d

Sam snorted. Of course Dean gives me the easy case. He reached into the window of the Mustang and pulled out his .45 , loading it and shoving it into the back of his jeans. Something seems off about the information on this case, Sam mused. Pulling out the small duffel bag from the front seat, he rummaged through it until he found a small leather-bound book. Dad's Journal. Flipping through the pages, he scanned each page quickly, searching for more clues about the case.

"Not ghosts, could be a shifter but that doesn't explain the sulfur and-" Sam froze, looking at a page positively flooded with ink, notes in the margin, and it looked like John had pressed the pen through the paper in a few spots from pressing so hard.

"Demons.." Sam breathed.