The Girl with The Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo
Rory waited by the window most days. Eli waited with her. Wyatt and Evie did their best to pull them away, making up all sorts of games. It hardly worked though.
"Alright, at this point, I would rather you be couch potatoes instead of glued to the window," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Tell 'em, mom," Wyatt said, giving me a 'go get 'em' look.
"Go do your homework, Wy," I told him.
"I said get them. Not me," he muttered, walking off.
"Come on, dinner's almost ready," I said. "I want you both at the table in five, got it?"
Eli nodded his head. "Got it."
"Rory?" I asked.
"Yeah," she sighed.
"Thank you," I mumbled, walking back into the kitchen. All of three minutes passed by before Rory was jumping for joy, screaming that Dean was home.
She did that yesterday when the mailman stopped at the end of the road.
"Daddy's home!" she yelled. The sound of the door swinging open made me rush after her in case it wasn't. I stopped in the doorway when seeing the familiar car.
I smiled as Dean knelt to catch her in his arms. He stood, shooting me a wink as he walked toward the house and the rest of the kids ran toward him.
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"Nora didn't see any pattern to the dig sights either," Sam said, dropping his phone onto the coffee table before sitting down on the couch as Dean walked in.
"Yeah, because they got nothing in common," Dean stated as he sat down on the arm of the couch and grabbed the flask from the table. "I got nothing from local lore 50 miles in every direction of all of them. It's just old dirt. What's Dick looking for?"
"Hard to tell," I sighed, leaning against Dean. "We might never know."
The lights began to flicker, prompting Sam and Dean to stand, guns in hand.
"Can we not pull guns in my house?" I asked.
"Hey, hey, go easy, you idjits," Bobby told them.
Dean tucked his gun away as Sam did the same.
"Sorry for the jumpscare," Bobby said.
"How does this work? I leave the cap off and you just genie your way out?" Dean asked.
"I wish it were that easy. The thing--" Bobby disappeared.
"Lovely conversation," I remarked.
Then he reappeared across the room, shaky on his feet. "Damn it. It's hard to stay focused. Still kind of worn out."
"You've been pretty busy for a dead guy," Dean stated.
"Listen, I don't know how long before my next ghost nap, so let's just skip to the skinny," Bobby said. "Those numbers I gave you."
"The empty lot in Cheeseville?" Dean asked.
"It ain't gonna be empty for long," Bobby told us. "I got a gander at Dick's big plan before he Lincolned me. They're breaking ground in--What month is this?"
"Uh, April," Sam said.
"Oh, there's a ghost in our living room. Cool," Millie mumbled as she walked in, dropping her bag on the floor.
Bobby sighed. "Ground broke. They're building as we're yammering. Check it out yourself. It's alright. But you guys missed it because you've been kind of busy killing ghosts."
Sam sat back down, opening his laptop as Millie said beside him.
"But Dick is about to get into the Soylent green business. That site will show you they're building a biotech lab. Right? Biotech, my ass. That sucker is a state-of-the-art slaughterhouse. And we're the beef," Bobby explained.
"Don't you think that's a little bold? Even for Dick," Sam said.
"I bet no one will even notice. Because first he's gonna dumb us all down with turducken style munchies. Make us docile," Bobby continued.
"We haven't been to Biggerson's since that whole fiasco," Dean told him.
"I rarely take the kids out to eat, just in case," I added.
"Biggerson's?" Bobby repeated. "He's bought a list of joints ten pages long. Next, he's gonna cure us."
"Cure us of what?" Sam asked.
"All the biggies. Cancer, AIDS, heart disease," Bobby listed. "Let's just say they got an affinity for stem cell research."
"The, uh, Leviathan real state mooks, building that cancer center," Dean said, sitting down on the arm of the sofa, his hand brushing up and down the back of my thigh.
"They're not hunting anymore. They're engineering the perfect herd," Bobby stated. "Now we've gone up against plenty, liked to eat a few folk in the woods but that ain't it. This is about knocking us off the top of the food chain. This is about them Levis living here forever, one percenter style while we march our dopey fat asses down to the shiny new death camps at every corner."
"Sounds like loads of fun," I muttered.
"I got an e-mail. From Frank," Sam stated.
"Frank's alive?" Dean asked as I sat down on his knee.
"That jackass, always stealing my thunder," Bobby remarked.
"'Sam and Dean, if you're reading this, I'm dead. Or worse. This e-mail was sent because some prince is trying to hack into my hard drive right this second. So unless it's you, you got trouble,'" Sam read. "Okay, um, ahem. 'My drive is full of compromising info. Your new aliases, hangouts, where you stored your car--"
"Baby?" Dean asked.
"Frank had all of the kid's information too and the car is your worry?" I asked.
"Crap, I forgot about that. My Baby and my babies are in danger."
"He says that even though he encrypted the crap out of the drive, we should assume that someone can hack into it eventually," Sam stated. "He put a tracking device in it." He clicked a button or two and the location popped up. Rich Roman Enterprises.
"Perfect. It's in the middle of the Death Star," Dean remarked. "Alright, well, I'm gonna go get the kids, drop 'em off here, then me and Sam are off to Chicago."
"What?" I asked, standing. "I'm going with you. Our kids could be in danger."
"Even more reason for you to stay here with them," Dean pointed out. "I'm not letting you anywhere near that building."
"I'll be fine. You'll be there, Sam will be there. I'm a hunter, Dean," I stated.
"No, wait. You can't just break in. They know your mugs," Bobby pointed out. "What if we mailed in the flask? Then I could ghost through the joint. It's not like Dick can kill me twice. What, you got a better idea? Come on. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I don't know how to do my damn job."
"Bobby, that's Dick's office," Sam pointed out.
Dean pulled on his coat. "I think what Sam is trying to say is, what happens if you run into Dick and...You know, go vengeful. That's not just something you can shake off."
"Come on. Give me some credit," Bobby snapped. "First, you keep me away from Saige and the kids I see as grandchildren, now you want me to just ride the pine?"
"Sorry, Bobby." Sam sighed.
"I'm going with you, Dean," I said.
"Si, we are not talking about this anymore. You are staying," Dean told me.
"I need to be there. This is important."
"Not more important than you and our kids being safe. Please, Saige. Just stay here."
I sighed. "You call me, got it? If you don't, I am marching to Chicago and ripping you to pieces."
"Thank you."
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Healed {Dean Winchester 7}
Fanfiction"I almost lost it without you," he told me, thumb brushing over my knuckles. "You...Si, I couldn't bear the thought of living another moment without you. Not again. Not ever again." I smiled softly, pressing my lips to his cheek. "I won't leave you...
