Fight Fire With Fire

50. The Memory Remains

[The Memory Remains]

At the bunker, Dean was still trying to reach Castiel on the phone and left him yet another message. "Come on. Cas, it's me. Nat and I've both been trying to get ahold of you and Rae for days. We don't know what's going on, but we got a line on Dagon... And we got our asses handed to us, even with the Colt. So... Could really use the backup. Call me or her back."

"So no luck with Cas or Rae, huh?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah, still AWOL."

"All right, so let's find him," Sam decided.

"Nat and I've been trying, Sam. The GPS on their phones are turned off, and there's nothing in the system about some weird guy in a trench coat or a weird girl in a black leather jacket getting arrested or turning up dead."

"Right. Dean, it's Cas and Rae. I mean, this isn't the first time they've dropped off the map, you know? And whatever's happening, they'll be fine. They always are."

Natalia glanced up at him, obviously unconvinced.

"Yeah." Dean was unconvinced and continued cleaning his guns. "What about you? You two got anything there, Reading Rainbows?"

"Dyl and I stayed up all night, going through every book we have on demons, and it turns out we have a lot of books on demons."

"Anything on Dagon?" Natalia questioned.

"Mentions here and there, but nothing we can use. I guess the, uh, Princes of Hell are pretty good at staying off the radar," Dylan replied.

"Well, yeah, isn't that kind of their thing?" Dean wondered.

"Hmm. Just got an e-mail from Mick. It's a case," Sam informed.

"Good," Dean and Natalia replied.

"Looks like a guy named Jarrod Hayes disappeared in Tomahawk, Wisconsin, a week ago. No witnesses. No body. But Mick says this place has a history."

"Meaning?"

Dylan leaned over to look at the screen. "Well, it means a lot of people go missing in Tomahawk, one a year, every year, from 1898 to 1997, and then nothing until now."

"So 20 years?" Dean determined.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. "So maybe they're starting up again? Maybe it's a cycle of some sort?"

"Well... One way to find out." Dean pointed the gun. "Pew."

Natalia smirked. "Let's go."

Mr. Ketch, who'd received Sam's message, announced to a group of associates. "It's time."

TOMAHAWK

Sam, Natalia, Dylan and Dean visited Sheriff Barrett Bishop, Jr.'s office. He was preoccupied with sewing a taxidermy animal, and seemed disinterested in Jarrod's disappearance.

"I'm sorry, but why the feds interested in Jarrod Hayes?" the sheriff questioned.

"Just followin' orders," Dean replied.

"Yeah, um... So what can you tell us about the case?" Sam asked.

"Well... Nothing much to tell. Jarrod and his friends were hanging out at Weathertop. This make-out spot the kids use out at the woods. And then he ditched his pals to hoof it home. Never made it," the sheriff informed.

Natalia frowned. "So somebody snagged him?"

"Mm. Maybe."

"Maybe?" Dylan repeated.