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get me my brother back.
    Now of course finding a copy will prove difficult, there might not even be one in the United States. Even if I do get my hands on it, I’ll have other problems, like figuring out how to get Lucifer out of my brother’s body. I’m hoping the binding spell in the Necronomicon will help me cast Lucifer back, just not in Sam’s body.
    To top it all off, thinking I need to find a powerful person, most likely a witch, to help me with the whole thing. So basically I’m thinking about doing the impossible — getting Sam out of Hell.
    Dean knew he couldn’t say all that to Lisa. So he said the thing that every woman likes to hear.
    “Let’s go on vacation.”
    Lisa sat up to face him. “Really? Dean, that would be so wonderful. Ben would love that. The last vacation Ben and I had was when he was six. We went to a water park in Michigan and I got the flu and couldn’t take him on any of the rides. A vacation would be perfect.” She leaned over and kissed Dean on the mouth.
    “Wow, if I’d known I’d get that reaction I would have mentioned it weeks ago.”
    “Where are we going to go?” Lisa asked.
    Where would we go? Dean thought about it. He responded with an answer that was impossible to disagree with.
    “It’s a surprise, been planning it for a while. I’ll let you know.”
    “Dean, that’s great. Ben is going to flip.”
    Lisa was happy. Mentioning a vacation was a symbol that Dean was finally moving on from his past; putting away the crazy life that he had led for twenty-five years. Normal people take vacations. A vacation would mean Dean had finally joined the ranks of the normal and he’d retired from hunting monsters and killing things.
    Of course, Lisa would never tell Dean how she felt about his old life, in fact she had always told him to do what he wanted. She didn’t want to mold Dean. He was unmoldable. But if Dean made changes himself she was more than happy to accept them.
    Dean smiled. A vacation would be nice. But even as he thought about where they should go—Disneyland, Yellowstone, New York—there was something that unnerved him. For the past few months Dean had been in self-imposed exile. Even though he had begun to play suburban Ken—he had begun working, his life with Lisa and Ben was happy and fulfilled, and the memory of Sam had become less like a gnawing and more like an slight stitch that panged his soul—Dean still felt guilty about truly enjoying himself. And the idea that the Necronomicon could possibly liberate Sam from Hell was tantalizing.
    “Salem?” Lisa peered at Dean over breakfast.
    “Sure, I mean, look. They have the beach, restaurants, and old clipper ships. It will be educational. Ben will love it. Really.” Dean pushed the AAA brochure over to Lisa.
    She stared at it skeptically.
    “It’s not a vacation destination though. Is it?”
    “Of course it is, look at all the tourists in this picture!” Dean beamed.
    Lisa looked at Dean’s satisfied face. She couldn’t really argue about it, any vacation would be nice.
    “Okay. Salem it is.”
    “Ten AM. Everyone ready. “ Dean took the last swig of his coffee.
    “Really?” Lisa asked. “You want to leave now?”
    “Sure, why not? What are we waiting for?” Dean wanted to be heading east as soon as possible. He could have driven the fifteen-hour car ride in one sitting, but he knew that Lisa would balk at that. They would probably stop halfway through New York State. After that it would be an easy five-or six-hour drive.
    Thinking about it the night before, Dean had realized that to find a witch he was going to have to go somewhere legendary—Europe was out of the question, but the next best place was Salem. That town had to be teeming with witches. He could have a nice family vacation with Lisa and Ben and also find a witch that could help him raise Sam from the dead.
    Lore said that a Necronomicon had been burned during the Salem witch trials in 1692. Chances were that someone