NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter fifty.

CHAPTER FIFTY:
HOUSE OF WAX.

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"HEY, KIDDO."

The thought of ignoring Reese's call had briefly crossed Birdie's mind when she saw his name pop up on her phone. She would occasionally respond to one of his texts as the weeks passed, but then it would take her a few more days to answer another one. Reese impatiently waited before trying to call her, deciding to just finally try it and see if she would answer.

If she didn't, then he knew he would just have to keep waiting for her to be ready to talk. But, thankfully she answered.

Birdie shifted her position, readjusting her jacket she was using as a pillow as she laid in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was, of course, driving while Sam sat in the passenger seat. They were headed to Canton, Ohio after Dean heard about a man suffering a head-on collision in a parked car. Sam hadn't been too keen on it as the apocalypse was still upon them and Lucifer was now out and about. However, Dean pointed out that they had to refigure themselves and make sure they could still work as a team on hunts before even trying to go after the devil.

It didn't come as a surprise to Birdie that Dean thought they should take it slow. After learning the truth of what Sam and Birdie had been doing when he wasn't around, Birdie couldn't blame him.

The first week was tense, all three of them trying to get back in the flow of things. One of the first things they did was go to Bobby's so that he could see Birdie for himself. It was a heartfelt reunion, one that was filled with many questions, 'i told you so's', and tight embraces. Explaining that her father was back was just as shocking to Bobby as it had been for both Sam and Dean. It took even longer for Bobby to believe, denying that Reese would've done such a thing if he was still alive. After seeing Birdie's face, though, Bobby realized she was in fact telling the truth.

They stayed there for a few more days to take it easy, but then they were back on the road and trying to track down the Colt after Dean and Birdie saw it in their supposed futures. Dean's future self truly believed it could kill Lucifer, and perhaps if he'd gotten the chance to actually pull the trigger, it might have.

Now that they knew it was still out there, they needed to find it.

"How-how are you?" Reese wondered, recapturing Birdie's attention.

Birdie quietly sighed, sparing Sam a glance when she saw he was looking at her with confusion. She mouthed the words 'dad' and Sam nodded. "I'm doin' okay," Birdie answered. "You?"

"I'm alright. I, uh, just finished fixing my ride."

"Your ride?"

"Yeah, it's a van. It's pretty old school. . .but I like it."