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It was late afternoon when they got back to the car, packed the duffle bag back into the trunk and left the cave site.
They were on their way back to the motel to get cleaned up when Devearux called. Another body had been found. They woman was killed just like the others the same brand was left on the back of her neck. There was still no sign of Duncan.
"Damn!" Dean said, hanging up the phone. "We have got to get this bastard."
Sam knew from Dean's side of the conversation that another body had been found. They were running out of time. If they didn't find Duncan before he was killed they may have to wait for another woman to die in order to find the demon. Neither brother wanted that to happen.
When they arrived back at the motel Dean immediately grabbed the laptop turned it on and started typing.
"I'm gonna catch a shower." Sam told his brother looking at the clock on the nightstand.
"Fine," Dean said already distracted by what he was doing. Dean checked his e-mail first. He'd scanned the picture and sent a copy to Dad's friend Bobby last night. Sure enough Bobby had come through. He now knew what they were dealing with and how to get rid of it. Damn Bobby was good.
Sam stepped out of the restroom a towel wrapped around his waist. Dean was sitting at the table diligently typing on the laptop. "Well, any luck?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure were dealing with an Alastor."
"An Alastor?" Sam asked while getting dressed.
"Yeah, it's a mid level demon that likes to torment its victims before it executes them through spontaneous combustion. You know that's got to be a real unpleasant way to die."
"Torments them how?"
"My guess is that's why it's killing the women, to torment the men."
"What about an exorcism, have we got one, or do I need to search for it?"
"Got it, all we need it the demon." Dean looked at Sam for the first time since they started talking. He realized his brother was getting dressed up a bit more then usual. "You going somewhere?" he asked his brother.
Sam glanced at his brother. "Yeah," he told him.
"Sam, don't." Dean told him. "Don't get involved with her. It can't be the same."
Sam sighed, Dean didn't understand. Hell, he didn't exactly understand. "Dean, its okay man; I'm not getting involved. Not like you think."
"You don't understand. It's not about… Look, it's…" Sam scratched his head. He didn't know how to explain it.
"Sam, I don't want you to get hurt and this girl, she can hurt you. She doesn't even have to try."
"She won't." Sam said confidently picking up the car keys and walking out.
Twenty minutes after Sam left a firm knock sounded on the door. Dean opened it and Deputy Devearux entered without preamble.
"How sure are you about this being…you know what you think it is," he asked.
"One hundred percent, now" Dean told him.
"Why what did you find?"
Dean showed him the pictures they'd taken up in the cave. Then he showed him the research and e-mail from Bobby.
"This stuff… It's not supposed to be real." Devearux said pacing back and forth in the across the small room.
"Are you religious? Do you believe in God?" Dean asked.
Devearux stopped and looked at Dean. "What? Of course I do," he said
"Then why do you have a problem believing this?" Dean asked getting up and getting two bottles of beer from the fridge. He was glad he'd restocked it earlier.
"Because these things, they aren't supposed to be real."
"Yeah, well, welcome to our world." Dean told him with a grin.
Devearux took a drink from the bottle Dean gave him. "How did you and your brother… How do you know these things?"
"Family business," Dean replied.
Devearux was silent for a minute then asked. "I'm not sure I even want to know the answer to this, but… How did you convince the St. Louis police department that you were dead?"
"I didn't. They buried what they thought was me. It was a shape shifter."
Devearux almost choked on his beer. "A what?" he asked.
"Shape shifter. A nasty son of bitch, it enjoyed killing. Damn thing stole my car too. I had to waste it after that."
"I'm not sure I want to hear anymore. Criminals, murders, drug dealers, psychotics those I can deal with. This, this is a bit much."
Dean laughed. "See, now, I'm just the opposite. Demons, ghosts, werewolves, those I can deal with. It's people, I'll never understand."
"Werewolves," Devearux asked shaking his head. "Never mind I don't want to know."
Dean grinned at him. "Do you shoot pool?" he asked. "Because, I saw this bar down the road that looked like it might have a few tables."