Dean shrugged on his jacket just as Libby stepped out of the bathroom drying her red hair with a towel wearing only her bra and jeans. "Hey, I'm gonna run to the store. You need anything?" he asked her. She shook her head.

"No, but I can come with if you'd like," she suggested. Dean seemed to think about it for a second before shaking his head.

"Actually why don't you stay here and spend some quality time with Sam?" Libby raised an eyebrow as she tossed the towel in the hamper to her left. "Things just seem so tense between you two and you really only talk to him when needing to talk to Zeke. I just figured—"

"Since when did Ezekiel get a nickname?" she questioned, grabbing her shirt from the foot of Dean's bed and slipping it over her head. Dean shrugged. Libby could hear a distant buzzing thank to her hearing before she heard Sam's voice. "Your phone was ringing. Sam just picked it up." Dean pecked her on the lips with a kiss before jogging out of his room to get the phone.

Libby sighed and tossed her grabbed her leather jacket, shrugging it on, before running a brush through her hair quickly. She left the room and made her way to the main room in the Bunker where Sam had the phone in his hand.

"Hello?" Dean entered the room from behind him, Libby trailing a few feet away. "I'm sorry, there's no, uh, there's no Dee-dawg, uh..." Dean snatched the phone from his grasp.

"I got it, I got it." The green-eyed Hunter pressed the phone to his ear, Sam watching him with an amused smile. "Sonny, hey...So what's up?...Okay...Alright. Yeah, just sit tight. I'll be there as soon as I can...Yeah." Dean hung up the phone, slipping it in his pocket.

"So, what was that all about, 'Dee-dawg'?" Sam teased. Libby let out a chuckle at the nickname. Dean didn't seem to be the type to accept nicknames.

"You remember when we were kids that spring in upstate New York?" Sam raised his eyebrows, not sure what he was talking about. "Dad was on a rugaru hunt. We, uh – we crashed at the, uh ... the bungalow colony with the ping-pong table?" Sam nodded, realization hitting him. Libby had no idea what they were talking about so she stood off to the side, arms crossed over her chest as she listened.

"Yeah. Uh, y-you disappeared. Dad came back. You were gone. He shipped me off to Bobby's for a couple months and went and found you. You were lost on a hunt or something," Sam replied.

"That's what we told you. Right," Dean said as if Sam's story had refreshed his memory. Dean started to walk away but Sam raised his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

"I'm sorry? That's what you told me?"

"Truth is, uh...I lost the food money that Dad left for us in a card game," Dean admitted. Libby hid her smile with her hand. "I knew you'd get hungry, so ... I tried taking the five-finger discount at the local market and got busted. I wasn't on a hunt. They sent me to a boys' home." Libby raised her hand, stopping him.

"A boys' home, like a ... reform school?" she asked. Dean nodded his head to the side.

"Yeah, more or less. It was a farm, and the guy who ran it – Sonny – he, uh, you know, he looked after me."

"Wait. Does Sonny know what we do?" Sam questioned. Dean nodded again.

"Yeah. He's good people. I gave him the number to the Bat Phone, and sounds like he's got something in our wheelhouse. So... Hey – you gonna be cool to do this, or are you too tired?" Sam scratched the back of his neck, letting out a yawn.

"Uh, no. Yeah, I'm just, uh ... I'll be fine." Dean leaned on the table, staring at Sam.

"And everybody's okay with ... heading out to the Catskills?" Libby snorted when she realized what he was doing. She refrained from calling out to Ezekiel, knowing he hates it, and watched as Sam eyed him bemusedly.

"I am everybody," Sam said as if it were obvious. Dean nodded and stood up straighter.

"Yeah. Right. Alright. Grab your stuff, and we'll head out." Dean started to walk out of the room to pack a bag when Sam stopped him.

"Hey, Dean." Dean stopped and turned to look at Sam who got off of the table. "I mean, why didn't you just tell me you went to a boys' home?"

"I don't know. Uh, it was Dad's idea. And then it just – you know, the story became the story. I was sixteen." Dean retreated from the room, leaving Sam and Libby alone. Sam turned and gave Libby a small smile who returned it awkwardly. She scratched the back of her head, her hair still damp from her shower.

"So how are you and Dean?" Sam asked awkwardly. Libby raised an eyebrow, an amused smile crossing her blood red lips.

"Out of all the conversation starters you have listed in that brain of yours, that's the best one you use?" she responded. Sam shrugged, shoving his hands in his front pockets. "We're good, I guess. Look, I'm sorry that it's so awkward between us." Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "You and me," Libby clarified. He nodded. "I just don't really know how to act around you, ya know? I mean I guess we were soulmates and then I died and—"

"Yeah, no, I get it," Sam interrupted. Libby pressed her lips in a thin line and nodded. "I do miss our conversations, though. Those were always good." Libby cocked her head to the side, confused. "Uh, our debates and stuff. Dean called it nerdy love or whatever but—" He shrugged. "—you know. You're different. Almost like the original Libby that had found us three years ago."

"How did we get together anyways?" Sam sat back on the table behind him, thinking back to his first year with her.

"Well, you were sick from demon blood and I was at the motel with you. Dean was out, I don't remember where, but things just kinda happened. He walked in and stopped anything from going further and I think it only happened once more that year before you were tossed in the Cage by Lucifer. Cupid had told us that we were soulmates." Libby nodded, trying to rack her brain for any memories. But none surfaced. Sam let out a chuckle. "And a dog told you that you and my brother are soulmates and that a piece of your soul is missing." Sam stopped himself, furrowing his eyebrows. "Never thought I'd say that sentence." Libby laughed.

"I never thought I'd hear it," she told him. Sam smiled at the redhead. "Our relationship, was it good?" Sam shrugged but nodded.

"Yeah. I mean it was shaky considering we were both dying when you got back, but it was good." He licked his lips, thinking of what to say next. He wasn't really sure what he should and shouldn't tell Libby. "Do you remember the day you died?" She nodded.

"Yeah, actually. I mean it's all a little fuzzy, but I remember it. Why do you ask?"

"When you died, what did you see?"

"Uh, well, I was in the Veil. Something was holding me back. I don't know what," she lied smoothly. "But I watched Dean stop you from completing the third Trial. I watched as he dragged you away from my body and I watched as the angels fell. Crowley was bound to a chair and you were dying. Before that I had fought Azrael and he told me..." She trailed off, trying to think of what he had told her.

"Libby, don't hurt yourself to get your memories back." She shook her head. "Your fight with Azrael is what killed you. I'm sure there's a lot you can't remember."

"He told me that he killed Nadia," she whispered. Sam leaned back, his hazel eyes widening. Libby looked up and met his gaze. "And I had killed the woman he loved. She was, uh—" Libby snapped her fingers, trying to remember. "She used the vessel my mother always used. Her name was Kali, I think. She was a demon. Yeah, Kali." Sam scooted to the edge of the table and leaned towards the Hybrid.

"Libby, where did the battle happen?" She shrugged, shaking her head.

"I don't know. I just sensed him. We were in front of a church, though." Sam nodded slowly, trying to think of where it could've been. "You think something there could help get my memories back?"

"No, not something. You said that you killed Kali and that he killed Nadia?" She nodded again. "Libby, did you kill her vessel?"

"Yes. You were there when it happened. I used the Sword."

"Okay, people strong enough to hold an angel typically come from a whole bloodline of vessels. Maybe that woman had a daughter. We just have to find out who she was. Maybe her family knows something," Sam explained.

"Dean said that she was a hallucination from a wraith in a case we worked. Ask him. He might know." Libby glanced down at her watch. "We better get packing. Dean wants to hit the road quickly if he knows this guy." Sam nodded in agreement and the two took off to their room. They were across the hall from each other, something they had picked out when they found the Bunker.

~*~

"You were here for two months and Dad couldn't find you?" Sam questioned as the trio got out of the Impala. Dean laughed, almost amused as he looked around. Libby cringed at the smell of cattle.

"Oh, no. He found me. He found me quick. But he left me here 'cause I lost our money."

"You were sixteen. You made a mistake," Sam reasoned. Dean nodded.

"Yeah. I made the mistake. Look, I know how you think. None of this was Dad's fault." Libby's gaze fell on an upstairs window where a small boy with glasses stared down at them, clutching an action figure. Libby sent him a small smile and a wave. He didn't reply with any gesture, just turned and walked away from the window. She frowned slightly.

Sam, Dean, and Libby made their way to the front door and past a boy on the porch reading a book. Libby knocked on the door three times before taking a step back. A middle-aged woman answered the door, folding her arms across her chest and looked at the trio. "Hi," Dean greeted.

"What can I do for you all?" she questioned, almost wary.

"I'm Dean. This is my brother, Sam, and my girlfriend, Libby." Libby furrowed her eyebrows at her title. "We're old buddies of Sonny's," he told the woman.

"Prison buddies?" Dean swallowed, taken back, and Sam let out a cough. Libby raised an eyebrow. The man who had taught Dean discipline went to prison. That was a plot twist she hadn't seen coming.

"No. Uh ... you mind telling him that we're here?" Ruth eyed them then nodded.

"I'll go get him." She started to walk away but stopped, nodding towards the boots on their feet. "I just mopped this floor, so you take off those roach stompers." Sam and Dean looked down at their boots and kicked them off, Libby quietly unzipping her heeled leather boots and neatly setting them off to the side against the wall.

"Sonny's an ex-con, huh?" Sam questioned softly.

"What, and we're such angels?" Dean replied. "Trust me, he's more than made up for it." The three made their way into the house and Dean glanced over at the couch in the living room, seeming to remember something. Libby felt a pang of hurt in her heart watching Dean relive a memory. She couldn't do that with many recent memories on Earth. Sam seemed to notice it and sent her a sympathetic smile.

Dean smiled at the couch just as a man with glasses and a ponytail entered the room. "Dee-dawg!" he exclaimed. Dean grinned.

"Sonny! Good to see you."

"Hey, you, too, brother." The two men pulled each other into a hug, slapping each other's backs. Sam and Libby stood off to the side watching. When Sonny pulled away he eyed Sam. "Oh, and this must be Sam."

"Good to meet you," Sam greeted, shaking his hand. Sonny nodded, accepting the gesture.

"Back at you, brother." Sonny's gaze fell on Libby. "So, uh, who's this pretty lady?" Sonny questioned, looking to Dean with a suggestive smirk. Libby laughed and extended her hand for Sonny to shake.

"Elizabeth Wilson, but call me Libby," she replied. Sonny smiled warmly at her.

"Sonny." He glanced between Libby and Dean. "So you're Dean's girlfriend." It wasn't a question. "In a life like this I didn't expect him to pick up a girl like you. Actually, I didn't expect him to pick up a girl at all. How'd you two meet?" Libby and Dean exchanged awkward glances, their mouths opening and closing, unsure of what to say. Sam smirked and took the chance to say it.

"Libby is the Archangel of Hell. Uh, Lucifer's daughter. We met a few years back," Sam said quietly so that the woman couldn't hear. Sonny raised his eyebrows and looked at the redhead.

"She's good, don't worry," Dean reassured him. Sonny nodded slowly, still staring at Libby before his gaze fell on the Sword that rested on her hip. He gestured to it.

"Story for another time," Libby said. He nodded again. She looked to the woman to make sure she hadn't heard, but the woman seemed too distracted by the huge men in the living room to even notice Libby.

"So, farm looks, uh, nice," Dean said, changing the topic quickly. Sonny scoffed.

"Oh, please, man. It's barely standing. Only got a handful of kids working around here now," he replied. Libby furrowed her eyebrows.

"Why's that?" she asked.

"Because these days, the system would rather incarcerate a boy than redeem him." Sam glanced over at the woman as she wiped down the table, now eavesdropping in on their conversation.
"Hey, Sonny, uh, you – you mind if we talk alone?" Sam asked, nodding towards the woman. Sonny turned to her.

"Hey, Ruth, would you, uh, please go check on the boys, make sure their morning chores are getting done?" Ruth nodded and left the rag, retreating from the room. Dean clapped his hands together.

"Alright. So, what's happening?" he asked.

"Well, you remember Jack, don't you?" Dean nodded.

"Yeah. The, uh, tough, old leatherneck." Sonny nodded in confirmation.

"Mm-hmm. Well, somehow, that ancient, rusty, broken-down tractor just roared to life and ran him over the other night." Libby raised her eyebrows in shock.

"Maybe – maybe it just, uh, slipped out of park or something," Sam said. It almost seemed as if he didn't want to be there.

"Couldn't have," Sonny told him with a shake of his head. "You know, I never – I never believed any of this mumbo-jumbo stuff you boys are into, but... something ain't right."

"What do you mean?" Libby questioned, wrapping her arms around herself. She felt chilly and suddenly she was sure that it was a spirit. She couldn't see her breath, but it was almost as if the temperature had dropped twenty degrees. No one else seemed fazed by it, though. Dean noticed her action and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could take advantage of his body heat.

"Well, just ... things started happening – you know, lights flickering on and off, strange scratching sounds coming from inside the walls, windows and doors slamming," Sonny explained.

"Alright. You think you can round up the boys while we take a look around?"

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Most are home on break – well, except those with no home worth going to."

"Mm," Dean hummed in reply. Sonny left the room, leaving the Hunters to do their job.

"Alright. Why don't you two take the house? I'll check out the barn," Dean told Libby and Sam. Libby opened her mouth to argue but Dean had already left. She sighed.

"What? Don't want to work with me?" Sam asked as their made their way up the stairs. Libby shook her head.

"No, I was actually planning on asking Dean some questions." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Like?"

"Like since when was I his girlfriend?" she said. Sam let out a laugh. "It's not funny. Hey, and why tell Sonny who I really am? Most people would freak if they found out." Sam shrugged.

"He seemed cool and he needed to know who he's working with. Especially if you end up using your powers. I'd rather him know ahead of time than finding out after." Libby nodded her head to the side. Sam had a point.

They entered the room where all of the boys slept, glancing around and walking down the row of beds. Sam stopped at the second bed, staring at a pentagram carved into one of the bedposts. "Hey, Libby." She looked up and walked over to Sam who crouched down in front of the bed. He pulled off a piece of tape, and then another, and another, and finally one more before they were greeted with Dean's handwriting. Dean W. was scrawled across the piece of tape and Sam felt himself smile.

"This is where he slept," Libby muttered, glancing around. They could hear the muttering of a woman's voice and their heads snapped towards a doorway. Sam pulled out his knife and stood up, slowly making his way towards the room. Libby gripped the hilt on her Sword and followed, trailing behind Sam.

Sam pushed open the door and Ruth gasped and jumped, a rosary in her hand. Sam quickly hid the blade behind his back. "Hey. I am so sorry. I-I-I thought I ... saw something in, uh –"

"Like a ghost?" she asked. Sam gave her a questioning look. Ruth glanced down for a moment before looking back up at the duo. "Sonny told me you were old friends, but ... I know why you're really here. That's why I was praying for us." Sam and Libby exchanged glances.

"Praying for what?" the redhead questioned. Ruth smiled slightly, still clutching the rosary tight in her hands.

"For the ghost that haunts this farm to leave." Libby gulped and looked up at Sam. Her instincts had been right. Now all they needed was to find it to prove it.

Libby nudged Sam's side, grabbing his attention. "I'm gonna go take a look around the rest of the farm, okay?" she said quietly. Sam nodded, watching her leave before looking to Ruth.

"So what can you tell me about this ghost?"

Libby trotted down the stairs, stopping when she saw Sonny at the bottom of them. He looked up at the sound of her footsteps. "Libby, find anything?" She nodded.

"Yeah. Ruth said something about a ghost. Sam's questioning her now." Sonny nodded. He continued to stare at her, almost as if he wanted something. "You're worried about me," she stated. He shook his head, sighing.

"No, no. It's just kinda hard to wrap my head around this." Libby raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on her face.

"What? That I'm the literal spawn of satan?" Sonny chuckled, nodding. "Eh, don't sweat it. Most are wary of me. I don't blame them."

"So how'd you end up with those boys? I mean, they hunt things like you, not date them." Libby let out a laugh and continued her way down the rest of the stairs, meeting Sonny at the bottom.

"When Lucifer was let out of Hell, I was let out alongside him. I was banished the day I turned eighteen because I was seen as a threat. Didn't get out until three years ago," she explained. Sonny nodded. "And before you ask, I don't remember much. I lost my memories from the past few years." Sonny furrowed his eyebrows.

"And how'd someone as powerful as you manage to do that?" Libby chuckled, shaking her head as if to say she didn't know how.

"Well, I died. We don't know where I went, but we do know that wherever I was still has my memories and a piece of my soul. I came back a month or so ago. Fresh start, I suppose." Sonny nodded, processing her words.

"And you and Dean were a thing before that?" Libby shook her head, licking her lips.

"Apparently Sam and I were, actually." Sonny raised his eyebrows. "We were soulmates. Found out my first year here. I got locked away again when we defeated my father and then was let out two years ago. Still don't know by who. Sam and I had our little thing and then I died. Apparently me dying can change my soulmate."

"So you and Dean are 'soulmates'?" he asked, airquoting the last word. Libby nodded. "He's quite the man. He's always had a certain charm on girls, but he was never the relationship type. It's good to know that he's settled down. I can't say anything about Sam, though. This is the first time I've met him." Libby nodded and glanced around awkwardly. Her gaze landed on a plaque with Dean's name on it.

"Wrestling?" she questioned, turning to look at it. Sonny nodded.

"Kid was great, too. Probably one of the best boys I've ever had come through this place. I definitely miss him from time to time. I'm just glad he's out there doing good," he told her. Libby smiled to herself. She would've loved to know Dean as a teenager. "What about you? Were you ever a teenager?"

"Yes, actually." Sonny's expression showed that he wasn't expecting that answer. She turned and noticed it. "Just because I'm not human doesn't mean I wasn't raised like one. One of my uncles and my mother wanted me raised among Humanity since I was made to protect them. Living between Earth and Heaven was a challenge, but there was definitely some good to it." Libby thought back to her time with Andrew. They had known each other even as little kids.

"You speak as if you miss it." She nodded.

"At times. It was all so simple back then, and no one was scared of me. Lucifer's Fall was new and no one knew who my father truly was. I was welcomed with open arms despite me being a celestial being. I had a human life," the redhead explained. Sonny smiled at her. She was more human than he thought she'd be.

"Can I ask what Hell is like?" Her head snapped up and her eyes widened. No one had really asked that question before. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"No, no, it's fine," she said quickly. "No one's really asked that before." Sonny stared at her in shock. "It's, uh, well, Hell. Just hope that when you die you get a ticket to Heaven. And hey, I could always pull your ass out of Hell and to Heaven if needed," she teased. Sonny laughed, nodding.

"I'm sure you could." Libby licked her lips and glanced around. "Dean seems to really love you."

"Oh, well I wouldn't say loves me. But he's fond of me, yes. I don't know why. I'm nothing special."

"I have to disagree there, Libby. If you made Dean Winchester settle down then you're definitely a gift from Heaven." At that moment Dean walked in, stopping when he saw the two conversing. "Dean, we were just talking about you."

"All good things I hope," he joked, eyeing Libby warily. She sent him a reassuring smile. "Alright, well the barn has EMF that's off the charts," he said, directing the statement towards Libby. "And the kid, Timmy, says that it got really cold with Jack was killed. We're looking at a vengeful spirit." Libby nodded at the dirty blond.

"Sam and I found something, too. Ruth said that there's a ghost haunting the farm. He's up there talking to her now." Dean nodded. "By the way, uh, nice pentagram you carved into your bedpost. Really gives it a Winchester touch." Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"This is quite the girl you got here, Dean," Sonny told him. Dean nodded. "Don't let her go."

"Oh, I don't plan on it. She's a fighter." Dean wrapped an arm around Libby's shoulders and grinned down at her. She flashed him a small smile. He didn't seem himself and she couldn't pinpoint why. "Isn't that right?"

"Well, I wouldn't know." Dean chuckled, shaking his head.

"Oh, uh, Libby?"

"Hm?" Dean held up her backpack before pulling out the book. Her eyes widened. "Dean..."

"I asked one thing of you and you do the exact opposite." He pulled away from her and opened to the bookmarked page. "And judging by how far in you are, you've had it for awhile now." Sonny held his hand up and stopped the two.

"I'm sorry, but what the hell is that?" he asked, pointing at the book. Dean looked to him.

"Libby's life story written by God himself. Even included her death." She gulped and stared at the book with worried eyes. Sam walked down the stairs at that moment, stopping when he saw the book.

"I got a lead," Sam interrupted awkwardly. Dean looked to Sonny and smiled at him.

"It was good seeing you again, man." The two hugged again before pulling away.

"You, too." Sonny looked to Libby. "Stay out of trouble, girl. It's not everyday you get yourself someone like Dean." She scoffed, shaking her head.

"Yeah," she muttered. Sonny pulled her into a quick hug before letting her go.

The minute the trio of Hunters were in the Impala Dean turned around in his seat, holding the book up. "You stole the book."

"I have a right to know about my life," she argued. Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, Dean. You can't tell me you wouldn't do the same if you were in my position."

"That's not the point," he snapped. "The point is that you stole it and lied about it. Sam and I turned my room upside down looking for it." Dean flipped through the book, stopping on the section of Libby's death. It had been written in, but there was nothing after that. The book also said that Libby was alone in the Veil. There was no mention of Chuck anywhere.

"Why are the pages blank?" Sam asked, looking over at the redhead. She sighed.

"Because I changed my destiny...kind of." Sam raised an eyebrow. "What I remember of that day isn't all in the book for a perfectly good reason that I can't share. Now why did you two want the book?"

"We were trying to figure out where you went so that we can retrieve your soul and memories. We were trying to help you, Libby," Dean told her. She nodded. He stared down at the book, running his hand over the tattered cover in thought. "If I give this to you then you have to promise that no matter what you read, you won't change." She nodded slowly, unsure of what he was talking about. Dean handed the book over to her.

"Thank you."

"Yeah. Let's go burn us a body." Dean stepped on the gas, taking off towards the cemetery.

~*~

Libby sat next to Dean at a table meant for two, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as Dea eyed a waitress behind the counter. "Dean, you know I'm fine just grabbing a burger-to-go somewhere, right?" Sam said, noticing Libby's discomfort. Dean glanced over at his brother, a small smile on his lips.

"What, and miss out on the best banana pancakes you ever had?" Sam and Libby exchanged unsure glances when Dean looked down at the menu. There was something, or someone, there that he knew and obviously wanted to see again.

A waitress walked over. To be more specific, it was the exact one Dean couldn't keep his eyes off of. Libby licked her lips and lowered her menu. "Hi. Welcome to Cus's. What can I get you three?" she questioned, notepad in hand. Libby eyed her nametag. Robin.

"Bet you never thought you'd see me here, huh?" Dean said, smiling up at her. Robin stared at him with a blank, but friendly, expression. She obviously didn't remember who Dean was. Libby mentally cheered at that.

"Uh, look, I'm a little bit slammed right now. Do you guys want to hear the specials?" Robin asked them. Libby opened her mouth to say yes and stop the awkward tension, but Dean decided to keep it going.

"Robin ... Dean Winchester," he told her still, hopeful. Sam watched in interest before looking back at Libby who just stared down at her menu.

"Um ..."

"I used to live up at Sonny's," Dean clarified.

"Oh, oh. Uh, look, sorry. There's just – there's so many boys that pass through there, it's – it's hard to remember every – every name and face," Robin told him. Dean nodded, his mood seeming to deflate.

"Yeah. Uh, no. Sorry, I just – I remember you coming up there with your mom. She'd give guitar lessons. It's, uh – it was a long time ago."

"Yeah. Mom – she loved helping out the boys. I guess that's why I kept giving lessons after she passed." Robin cleared her throat and an awkward silence passed over the four of them. Thankfully a woman called out from the back of the restaurant for Robin. "Um, would you excuse me? I'll be right back." Robin dismissed herself and Sam looked to his older brother.

"Dude—" Suddenly Dean got up from his seat.

"Let's go." Libby stared at him in disbelief.

"But banana pancakes," she whined, quickly grabbing her phone and rushing out after the brothers. "Wh – what was that?" she sputtered as they walked back to the Impala.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Sam asked. "Well, obviously it was something. Who was that waitress?" Dean started to get in the driver's seat of the car.

"I said it was nothing, alright? Drop it," the Hunter snapped. Libby pressed her lips in a thin line and looked up to Sam as Dean's phone started to ring. Sam sent her a sympathetic glance. It was clear that Robin and Dean had some sort of history. "Sonny." Libby's ears perked up at his name. She had taken a liking to Sonny. "What?" Dean yelled. Before Libby knew it, the three of them were racing back to the farm where an unsolved case awaited them.