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It took Sam the rest of the night and most of the next day to find what he was looking for. In that time, the news reported that Sarah Freedman had passed away due to complications from the injury she had sustained in her attack. Dean drove back up to the hospital, to ask around and see if anyone had seen anything or if he could find any clues that suggested it wasn't just complications. He came back in a foul mood and reported that he had found a faint trace of sulfur lining the back wall by her bed.

It had come back for her. She was an hour away, a completely different town, and that thing had followed her there to finish what it had started. If nothing else, it confirmed what they were dealing with. Bobby had said that this thing wouldn't stop until it did what it was told, and apparently someone, somewhere, had told it to kill.

"You find anything, Sammy?" Dean asked his brother for the eighth time since he had gotten back. The elder brother had taken to actively scanning several books at a time, looking for a way to put this bastard down before anyone else got hurt. Sam looked up from the computer screen briefly, a serious look etching his features.

"Yeah, I think I did. Do you remember when we talked to the first victim's mother at the funeral and she said that Audrey and Nicki's parents died in an accident?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, what about it?" Dean replied.

"Well, I went back to the obituary for the first victim and it said that the mother was Eleanor Jacob Anderson. Assuming that's her maiden name, I typed it in to see if I could get any hits. When I broadened the search and found this." Sam spun the computer around to face Dean, who leaned in closer to read the headlines from the old news article from a paper somewhere in New York.

"Local man found dead after wife's murder," he read out loud.

"According to the article in 1989, Cole Jacob, a nice normal man who lived a happy life with his wife of twelve years and three children, came home one night and tried to murder his family. His wife, Alice, attempted to stop him, but was fatally stabbed several times before he dropped dead on the floor. An autopsy report concluded cause of death to be extreme respiratory failure brought on by extreme exposure to sulfur. He apparently inhaled enough to coat the inside of his lungs with it," Sam summarized.

Dean grimaced. "Dude, that just sounds painful. Suffocation is on my top five of ways I do not want to die," he commented before getting serious. "So, obviously he was possessed. Aside from the sulfur, nice, normal guys don't just go bat-shit crazy and try to off their families. Well…they do, but it's rare. You think it's the same one?"

"I'm positive it's the same one," Sam answered, tapping a key on his laptop so the screen jumped to a new page that held a zeroed-in crime scene photo to a close up of Cole Jacobs' hand. A Death Dealer's symbol was burned into it.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered in disgust at another body add to the tally list.

"It doesn't make any sense. When we encountered it, it just tried to kill Sarah point blank, no meatsuit required. Why possess him? Then this thing disappeared for almost twenty years, and now, all of a sudden, it's back? What the hell does it want?"

Dean's eyes grew wide with realization. "Son of a bitch!"

"What? What is it?" Sam asked, scrambling to his feet as his brother grabbed his keys.

"It's because the job isn't done Sammy," Dean told him over his shoulder as he rushed back out to the Impala with his brother in tow.

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Twenty minutes later, Dean was pounding on the door of the old Victorian house on the other side of town. The door opened a few minutes later to a smirking blonde in dark jeans and a rock star top.

"Hello boys! Where you been? I've missed your faces," she told them jovially as she let them in. "I'm about to go out in a few, you wanna come? First round's on me!" she offered as she leaned against the door frame, ignoring Sam almost completely.

Dean ignored her invitation. "Rain check, ok? We need to talk."

Nicki's face fell a little. "Oh. So this is a call for business rather than pleasure."

Dean still didn't take the bait. "We need to know if you remember anything about what happened March 6th, 1989," Sam said seriously. The usually carefree, sarcastic blonde's face grew terribly serious at the question.

"Why the hell do you wanna know about that?" she asked, shifting to defensive mode in her tone and stance.

"What's going on?" Audrey asked as she descended the stairs. She could tell something was not right in the group. Being empathic, she could sense something was terribly wrong with all of them.

"They wanna know about the night Mom and Dad died," Nicolet told her and she visibly flinched.

"Why?" Audrey questioned, crossing her arms under her breasts like one would to suppress a sudden chill.

"We think that what killed your parents is what's killing people now," Sam told her.

"And as of right now, you're the only ones that are alive that's encountered it," Dean added, his tone and expression serious.

"Sarah's dead?" Audrey asked, stepping down from her step. Sam looked at her and nodded.

"Last night." The simple phrase and the look in his eyes gave all the answer she needed to know about what happened.

"I don't know what the hell you think we can tell you that's gonna bring you some sort of enlightenment on the situation, but I got nothin'! Bummer she's dead, don't know why, and I don't know what the hell the thing that killed our parents was or why it did it, so if it's answers you want well good fuckin' luck because we don't have any!" Nicki yelled, angrily snatching her blazer from the coat rack and flinging open the door. "I'm goin' out."

Dean made to stop her but froze as he heard the other sister speak. "Let her go. You can't reason with her when she's like this, and you'll probably just get a busted jaw for your trouble. Give her some time to cool off. She'll come back. She always does." She walked away and the boys heard a screen door close from the other end of the house.

The brothers looked at each other briefly, wondering if this was an invitation to follow. "You go talk to her."

Sam looked at his brother in slight confusion at his words. "What are you gonna do?"

Dean sighed heavily at his brother question. "Go find the other one."

"Audrey said to leave her alone," Sam reminded, but knew his brother had made up his mind.

"If we're right and this thing wants them, they shouldn't be alone. Besides, me being there is only gonna make it worse. She likes you. You, she'll talk to," Dean told him, and headed out the front door as Sam made his way to the back.

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On the other side of the back screen door, a large backyard stretched out from the house with a few trees and a garden dotting the otherwise pristine grass. The rest of the white washed, wraparound porch looped around from one side of the house to the other. Moonflower vine wiring interconnected the beams in the overhang and spider webbed down the siding as if attempting to take it over. The lavender blooms that dotted the vine added an almost cheerful pop to the dark night and the white house. It was a cheerful pop that at the moment was horribly out of place and adamantly ignored.

"Where's the other one?" Audrey asked, leaning against the railing of the porch on her forearms, her amber eyes staring off into the moonlit distance with a blank stare that matched her voice.

"Off to find your other one." Sam joked half-heartedly, before his face fell again. He walked over to stand next to her, assuming a similar position, and he waited as nothing happened. "Audrey, if you really don't want to, you don't have to tell me what happened." Sam already felt horrible for asking and the way she was acting only made him feel worse. It was plain to see that the Corbin sisters had very different ways of handling things. Nicki would fly off the handle, while Audrey shut down completely. He didn't like it. She wasn't Audrey like this, she was just a shell.

The auburn haired woman chuckled bitterly and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Come now, Sam. We've piqued everyone's curiosity. Might as well give the people what they want," she said in rueful sarcasm, lifting a tired hand to her neck and hooking two of her fingers into the white gossamer scarf that she wore and pulled it free. The airy material floated gracefully from her skin and revealed a beautiful, long neck marred by an angry, jagged scar that stretched from side to side. "So, you want a story. Alright, I'll give you a story. Once upon a time, twenty years ago, a demon possessed my father and tried to kill our family….."

Woot! Another new chapter! Sorry it's kind of short, but the next one will be long (and much more
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