To confirm that hunters were the primary victims of whatever was going on, Bobby had them split up to check on every hunter-friend he knew in the area.

Nadia rode with the boys as they drove from town to town, visiting one hunter after another, stopping at their homes well into the night. But each visit ended the same way: they found the hunters dead, just like Olivia.

The more they discovered, the more uneasy Nadia became. Her mind kept drifting back to Rufus, especially since he hadn't answered any of her calls.

"Damn it," she muttered, hanging up the phone and leaning against the Impala with a frustrated sigh.

Sam and Dean were at the latest hunter's house — Jed's — when they came out. The looks on their faces said it all. The guy was dead.

Dean spoke into the phone, his voice tight. "We're in Jackson. It's bad. Jed looks worse than Olivia. What about you?"

Bobby's voice crackled through the line. "I checked on Carl Bates and R.C. Adams... they've redecorated... in red."

Dean looked at Sam and Nadia, silently relaying the message. "What the hell is going on here, Bobby? Why would a bunch of ghosts suddenly start picking off off-duty hunters?"

"I don't know, but until we figure it out, you better get your asses to my place."

"We're on our way," Dean said, slamming the phone shut. "Did your dad answer?"

"Nope," Nadia answered, her tone full of concern. "Should I be worried?"

Dean gave her a reassuring pat on the arm. "Of course not. Your dad can handle himself. Come on."

They hit the road, the need to get to Bobby's weighing on all of them. It was well into the night, and after a couple of hours of driving, Dean's eyes started to feel heavy. Sam offered to take over the wheel.

Nadia, however, couldn't sleep. The thoughts of Rufus's silence kept her awake, gnawing at her. She wouldn't rest until she knew he was okay.

A little while later, they pulled into a gas station to refuel. Nadia stepped out of the car, stretching her legs, her mind still buzzing with worry.

"Gonna hit the can," Sam said, putting the nozzle in the tank.

"Okay," Nadia replied, leaning against the car and shoving her hands into her pockets. She hesitated for a moment, then dialed Rufus again, knowing he wouldn't answer, but feeling like she had to try one more time.

Unsurprisingly, his voicemail picked up, and she left a message, her voice laced with tension. "Hey, Dad. I know I've called a hundred times, but I need to know you're okay. Call me back as soon as you can. Not a second later. I love you."

She hung up, her stomach still a tight knot of anxiety. They needed to get to Bobby's and figure this out—fast. She glanced inside the store, waiting for Sam's return.

Just then, the radio crackled to life. Nadia's hand instinctively went to the car, feeling for the power button. It wasn't on. She stared at it, confused, when suddenly the gas station lights flickered. Her heart started racing. She banged her fist on the Impala's hood, waking Dean from his nap. "Hey, something's wrong."

Dean shot up, his senses immediately on alert. "Where's Sam?"

Nadia's eyes widened as she caught on. "Bathroom."

Without hesitation, Dean grabbed a shotgun from the backseat and was out of the car in a flash. Nadia was right behind him, her eyes scanning the area.

Dean kicked open the bathroom door to find Sam unconscious on the floor, a ghost standing above him. Without thinking, he fired. The spirit vanished in a blink, its eerie presence now gone.

Sam groaned, slowly coming to, but Dean was already pulling him up. "You good?" Dean asked, his voice rough.

Sam nodded, rubbing his head. "Yeah... just a little knocked around."

Whatever was going on, it was hitting too close to home. Sam had almost died. Nadia's stomach churned with worry, the unspoken thought in her mind: if Sam could be a target, then Bobby definitely was.

Their fear was confirmed when Bobby didn't answer the phone.

"Come on, Bobby! Pick up!" Nadia redialed his number, but it went straight to voicemail again.

Dean glanced at Sam, his concern obvious. "How're you feeling? How many fingers am I holding up?"

Sam rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "None. I'm fine, Dean." He had taken a few knocks to the head, but he would be okay.

"Nothing," Nadia muttered, hanging up with frustration. She looked out the window, wishing they could just get to Bobby's already. Hopefully, Bobby would hold out until they arrived.

"Henriksen?" Dean asked, his disbelief evident.

"Yep," Sam confirmed.

Henriksen had been a cop, a pain in their ass for a long time. He'd arrested them, thinking they were criminals and not believing they were hunters. Once he realized that monsters were real, he turned to their side. But Lilith had killed him shortly after that.

"Why? What did he want?" Dean asked, his jaw tight.

"Revenge," Sam answered quietly, guilt creeping into his voice. "He blamed us for his death."

Dean glanced over at him, the weight of Sam's words sinking in. "Sam..."

"Well, we did, Dean," Sam said, his voice resigned.

Dean's frustration bubbled over. "All right. Stop right there!" He gripped the steering wheel harder, his nerves fraying. "We're talking about Bobby here, okay? This is happening to us now. So if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all."

Nadia didn't say anything. Her jaw was tight, but she wasn't angry. She just wanted to get to Bobby and hoped they wouldn't be too late.