They walk into Bobby's hotel room, looking around. Sam is carrying Carly's car seat, gently setting it down on the floor.
"So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asks.
"Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation..." Dean says.
"I mean, he must have been working a job, right?" Sam asks as the three look around.
"Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign or something, you know?" Dean says. "Research, news clippings... or a fucking pizza box or a beer can."
"How 'bout this?" Sam asks and the two walk over to the closet where he is. Sam pushed aside all of the clothes to reveal research on the back of the wall of the closet.
"Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks." Dean chuckles.
"You make heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asks. Dean grabs a paper off the wall.
""Silene capensis." Which, of course, means absolutely nothing to me." Dean says.
"Here. Obit." Sam takes a newspaper clipping off the wall. "Dr. Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist."
"How'd he bite it?" Dean asks.
"Um... actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up." Sam says.
"Like Bobby." Miranda says.
"Yeah." Sam nods. "All right, um... so, let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something--"
"--that started hunting him." Dean says. "All right, stay here. See if you guys can make heads or tails of this."
"What are you gonna do?" Sam asks.
"I'm gonna go look into the good doctor myself." Dean says before leaving.
+++
Dean is sitting in an arm chair and Miranda is lying on the couch. Carly is asleep in her bassinet. They're researching and Sam and fell asleep at the desk.
Sam starts moaning in his sleep making the two freeze. Dean smirks in amusement at Miranda who avoids eye contact.
"Sam?" Dean calls. "Sam? Sam. Sam, wake up. Sam!" The younger brother finally wakes up. He sits up, wiping his mouth. "Dude, you were out. And making some serious happy noises. Who were you dreaming about?"
"What? No one. Nothing." Sam says. Miranda's eyebrows furrow at him.
"C'mon, you can tell me. Angelina Jolie?" Dean asks.
"No." Sam tells him.
"Brad Pitt?"
"No. No! Dude, it doesn't matter."
"Whatever."
"Whatever."
"I called Bela."
"Bela? Yeah, okay. She gonna help us?" Sam asks.
"Shockingly, no, which puts us back to square one. Nat and I have been trying to decipher the doctor's notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do." Dean says. "You gonna come help us with this stuff?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec." Sam says.
There's a knock on the door and Dean gets up, going over to it. He opens it a little bit before opening it completely, an annoyed look on his face. Miranda sighs when Bela walks in.
"Bela. As I live and breathe." Dean says.
"You called me. Remember?" She asks as Dean shuts the door.
"I remember you turning me down." Dean says.
"Well, I'm just full of surprises." Bela says. She looks at Sam and he waves at her, facing away from her.
"Hey, Bela. What's going on?" Sam asks.
"I brought you your African Dream Root." Bela says. She hands Dean a jar. "Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by." She puts her bag down and slips her coat off.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Dean asks.
"What? I can't do a little favor every now and again?" Bela asks.
"No. You can't." Dean denies. "Come on, I wanna know what the strings are before you attach them."
"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" Bela asks and Dean nods. "Well, I'm doing it for him. Not you."
"Bobby? Why?"
"He saved my life once. In Flagstaff." Dean looks at Sam who shrugs. Dean looks back at Bela. "I screwed up and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?"
"Maybe."
"So, when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?"
"Oh, you're not going anywhere. I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head. No offense." Dean goes to the closet and puts the jar in the safe that he also has the colt in.
"None taken. It's 2 AM. Where am I supposed to go?"
"Get a room. Uh, they got the Magic Fingers, a little Casa Erotica on pay-per-view. You'll love it."
"You..." Bela snatches her jacket and purse and storms out.
~ ~ ~
Sam goes to the bathroom, but before he can shut the door, Miranda barges in, shutting the door behind her.
"So who was this nobody you were dreaming about?" Miranda questions, glaring at him.
"Relax." Sam tells her. "It was you, I promise. I just didn't wanna say too much in front of Dean. You know how annoying he can get."
"You're not lying, right?" Miranda asks.
"No. I want sex with you and only you." Sam tells her. "Speaking of..." Sam's nose brushes against hers, going to kiss her.
"I..." Miranda quickly pulls away from him. "I want to, I do. But-- but it hasn't been long enough since Carly yet."
"It's been two and a half weeks." Sam whines.
"And you need to wait at least four, if not six weeks for sex. I'm still healing." Miranda says.
"I know." Sam mumbles, softly smiling at her. He holds his hands out and she puts her hands in his. "But when you're done healing, please, please--"
"You will be the first to know and we will have all the sex we can." Miranda giggles, kissing him.
+++
Sam walks over to the beds and gives Dean a glass of the dream root. He sits next on the other bed.
"Uh, should we dim the lights and sync up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?" Dean asks.
"Why?" Sam asks, confused.
"What did you do during college?" Dean asks. Sam still looks confused.
"Read and piss me off." Miranda says. Sam gives her a bitch face and she grins at him.
Dean goes to take a drink.
"Wait, wait, wait. Can't forget this." Sam takes a small envelope out of his shirt pocket. He pulls something out, giving some of it to Dean. "Here."
"What the hell is that?" Dean asks.
"Bobby's hair." Sam says.
"We have to drink Bobby's hair?" Dean asks.
"That's how you control whose dream you're entering. You gotta... drink some of their, uh... some of their body." Sam says.
"Ugh, so glad I'm not doing this." Miranda mutters. "Have fun. Sammy, don't die." She orders.
"Well, guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body." Dean says. They put the hair in and mentally prepare.
"Bottoms up." Dean says.
"Yeah." Sam mutters.
They clink their glasses together before downing the drink. They fall back, looking like they're just asleep.
+++
It's been two days since Bobby woke up and they learned Dean was also in danger. They still haven't found Jeremy. It's nighttime and Dean is driving.
"I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a fuckin' ghost. Where the hell could he be?" Dean asks.
"Dean, you sure you don't want me to drive? You seem a little... caffeinated." Sam says.
"Well, thanks for the news flash, Edison!" Dean snaps. His phone rings and he answers it. Carly starts to fuss, Miranda tending to her while Sam watches them in case he needs to do something.
After a little bit, Dean turns onto a side road and stops when he gets to a clearing in the woods. He turns the car off.
"All right, that's it. I'm done." Dean says.
"What are you doing?" Sam asks as Dean slouches in his seat.
"Taking myself a long overdue nap." Dean says.
"What?! Dean, Jeremy can come after you." Sam says.
"That's the idea."
"Excuse me?"
"Come on, man. We can't find him, so let him come to me."
"On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?"
"I can handle it."
"Not alone, you can't." Sam plucks some of Dean's hair.
"Ow! What are you doing?"
"Comin' in with you."
"No, you're not."
"Why not? At least then it'll be two against one."
"Because I don't want you two digging around in my head."
"Too bad." Sam says.
+++
Sam, Miranda, and Bobby walk into the motel room where Dean is.
"Hey, you guys seen Bela? She's not in her room. She's not answering her phone." Dean says.
"She must've taken off or something." Sam shrugs.
"Just like that? It's a little weird." Dean says.
"Yeah, well, if you ask me, what's weird is why she helped us in the first place." Bobby says.
"I thought you saved her life." Dean says.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asks.
"The thing in Flagstaff."
"That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all."
"Well, why did--?" Sam asks.
"You kids better check your pockets." Bobby says. The three reach into their pockets. "Not literally." Dean freezes.
"No, no, no, no." Dean goes over to the closet and opens the safe, finding it empty.
"The colt." Sam says. "Bela stole the colt."
"Damn it, boys!" Bobby grumbles.
"Pack your shit." Dean orders.
"Why? Where are we going?" Sam asks.
"We're gonna go hunt the bitch down." Dean states.
~ ~ ~
The three are at the Impala and Sam tosses his and his family's bags into the trunk. Dean zips his bag up, putting it in there.
"Hey, Sam, I was wondering... when you were in my head, what did you see?" Dean asks while Miranda works on getting Carly situated in the car.
"Uh, just Jeremy. He kept me separated from you guys. Easier to beat my brains out that way, I guess." Sam says. "What about you? You never said."
"Nothing. I was looking for you the whole time." Dean says.
They get in the car and Dean sits silently for a couple moments.
"Sam." Dean calls.
"Yeah?" Sam asks.
"I've been doing some thinking, and... well, the thing is... I don't wanna die." Dean says. "I don't wanna go to Hell."
"All right." Sam says softly. "Yeah. We'll find a way to save you."
"Okay, good." Dean says, smiling a little. Sam nods at him in a reassuring way.