Riley rubs her head as she reads an article on 'glowing eyes'. It's pointless. It has nothing that is helping her figure out the freaky thing happen to her. "Riley," Dean says, gaining her attention. "Just give it a rest. We'll figure out later." Riley sighs. "I know. It's just-" She shakes her head. "You don't think it's weird? This weird stuff starts happening to me once you pop out of the ground?"

      Dean creases his brows. "You think whatever pulled me out is doing this to you?" Riley shrugs her shoulders with wide eyes. "I'm not seeing any other explanation." Dean nods slowly in thought. "Are you sure it didn't start before?" Riley nods. "Pretty sure, yeah."

      Sam enters the hotel room and hands Dean and Riley bags of food. Riley doesn't even bother to look at him. She's not even angry with him. In the past, when he'd leave, she'd be pissed, but now, she's just disappointed. It's one thing to have Riley mad at you, but a whole other thing for her to feel disappointed. It makes you feel utterly terrible.

      Sam is her uncle. He's supposed to look after her. He was supposed to stay by Riley's side while she grieved her father, not take off in the middle of the night. He should have called. Checked on her. See how she was doing, but of course, he didn't.

      Another thing is the weird vibes Riley is getting from him. He feels dark. Just... dark. The feeling when you are alone in a pitch black room, with nothing around you. It's not fear. Just... Darkness. Deep, nonstop darkness.

      Riley's phone begins ringing and she raises an eyebrow at the number. "Hello?" She answers. Sam and Dean look at her. "Where are you?" Stark. Riley deflates and rolls her eyes. "How'd you get my number?" She asks as she stands up. "Parker." Riley raises an eyebrow. "He doesn't know, does he? It'd be a shame if you already broke our deal." Dean shares a look with Sam.

      "He doesn't know. I tracked your records to the school and found you in his contacts." Riley nods and stuffs her free hand in her back pocket. "Good."

      "I'll ask again; Where are you? It'd be a shame if you already broke our deal." Riley rolls her eyes as Stark uses her own words against her. "None of your business. It doesn't relate to-" Riley glances at Sam and Dean and changes her words. "It has nothing to do with our basis of agreement." Dean raises an eyebrow at Riley and she turns her back to him. She still can't resist his 'dad glare'.

      "Who is she talking to?" Sam asks Dean. He shakes his head. He doesn't know. "Doesn't change the fact that I need to know where you are." Riley snorts. "Like hell you do. I said it's none of your business, and it's not."

      "Fine. How are you so damn stubborn?" Riley smirks and glances at Dean. "It runs in the family." Riley sighs. "Look, I am not planning on breaking the deal, but I need to deal with something. I should be back soon." Riley glances out at Bumblebee. He's still had no luck with the autobot. Riley is beginning to wonder if the impala really is an autobot at all. Bee says there is an energon signature, but with no response, it's making them wonder.

      "Just hurry up. I'm not sure how much longer I can deal with Ross's nagging." Riley smirks a bit, then sighs. "I will." She ends the call and stuffs her phone away.

      "Who was that?" Dean asks as she turns around. Riley glances at him. "You'd never believe me." Dean raises an eyebrow. "Are you forgetting what we do for a living?" Riley makes a face. "I wouldn't call hunting monsters a living." She says with an eyebrow raised. Dean gives her a dull look and Riley sighs. "I'll explain when this is over with." She promises. Dean sighs and nods.

      Riley stands up and grabs her bag. Dean gives her a look. "Where are you going?" Riley glances at Sam. She's feeling weird around him. "I just need some air." Riley turns and leaves from the hotel room and out to Bumblebee.

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      When Riley returns to the hotel room she finds her father on the floor, broken glass everywhere. "Dad!" She shouts as she rushes to his side. Dean looks at her. "Riley?" Dean pulls her hands off his ears and looks around. "What the hell happened?" Riley asks, bewildered. Dean grunts as he touches the blood pouring out of his ears.

      "It's that damn thing again." Riley raises an eyebrow. "Castiel?" Dean nods. He walks over to the window and frowns. "Where's my freakin car?" Riley creases her brows. I saw it was gone. I thought you went out to get something. Sam must've taken it." Dean scoffs and looks at Riley. "Call Bobby. We need to find out what the hell this thing is now."

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      From the passenger seat in Bumblebee, Dean calls Sam. Riley huffs. "Don't be surprised if he doesn't answer." She mutters bitterly. Dean gives her a look. "What are you doing?" He asks Sam through the phone. Riley snorts. Of course he answers for him. "Couldn't sleep. Went to get a burger."

      Dean raises an eyebrow. "In my car?" Riley hears Sam huff a laugh. "Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?" Dean glances at Riley. "Riley and Bobby are back. We're going to get a beer and talk." Riley glances at Dean. They most certainly are not getting a beer. "All right. Well, uh, spill some for me huh?"

      "Done. Yeah, I'll catch you later." Dean hangs up and Riley uses her phone to call Bobby who is in the car behind them. "According to Dad, we're getting beer." She tells him. Bobby scoffs. "Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Dean takes the phone from Riley. "'Cause he'd try to stop us."

      "From what?" Riley scrunches up her face. "Simmoning this thing." Dean tells Bobby. Silence. Riley laughs imagining the look Bobby must have on his face. "It's time we face it head on." Dean says. Riley sighs and adjusts herself in her seat. It's a stupid idea, but aren't all Winchester ideas stupid?

      "You can't be serious." Bobby finally says. "Riley, is he serious?" Riley sighs. "Unfortunately." Dean rolls his eyes. "It's high noon, baby." Dean says with a smirk. "We don't know what it is. It-It could be a demon. It could be anything." Dean makes a face.

      "Well, the demons are terrified of Riley for some reason, and," Dean pulls the Demon Knife out of his belt. "We got the big-time magic knife." Riley glances at it. "Plus, you and Riley both have an arsenal." Riley smirks and glances at her duffle of hunting stuff in the back seat.

      "This is a bad idea." Riley grunts in agreement. "I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?" Riley could list a few. "We could choose life." Riley nods. Life is one of them. "Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, It's after me- that much we know, right?" Bobby doesn't answer. "Well, I got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand."

      Riley took that advice when she turned herself in. "Dean, we could use Sam for this." Dean shakes his head. "Nah, he's better off where he is." Riley grits her teeth and her eyes become hard. Dean glances at her. "Fine, you stubborn ass." Bobby hangs up and Dean chuckles, then turns to Riley.

      "Spill." Riley glances at him. "You've been acting weird around Sam. Why?" Riley keeps her eyes trained on the road ahead and clutches her hands tightly around the steering wheel. "I don't know what the hell it is, but," Riley sighs and shakes her head. "There's something off about him."

      Dean raises an eyebrow at her. "Off?" He asks. Riley nods. "Yeah. I can't really describe it. The best I can is how I feel when I'm near a demon." Dean creases his brows at Riley. "He did say he's been hunting a lot of demons lately." Riley shakes her head. "That's not it. Demons don't... rub off on people. They don't leave a mark." Riley grinds her teeth.

      "This is something different." Dean stares at Riley for a long moment, then faces the road ahead. Sam has been acting a bit weird, he'll admit, but for Riley to feel something is off about him... Riley's has never been wrong before.