Survival of the Fittest
"Exit is in three miles," Sam said, eyes trained on the map in hand.
"I still say this is a bad idea," Dean replied.
"It was your idea. It was the best one any of us had," Sam pointed out.
"I said it as a joke."
"Lesson is, don't joke. It may get us killed," I teased.
"It was a bad joke and a good idea," Sam corrected.
"Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book, no nothing on how to find a freaking righteous bone," Dean stated.
"We can call Castiel again," Sam offered.
"Yeah, I don't want to risk seeing....that again," I shuddered.
"Dude, on my car. He showed up naked, covered in bees," Dean stated.
"Worst date night ever."
"Yeah, I'm not really sorry I missed that," Sam said.
Dean clicked on the radio.
"Price of stock hit an all time high following Roman's acquisition of SucroCorp. I say Roman's a buy," the radio host said.
Another host piped in. "Gotta disagree with you there. I'm gonna call him a wait and watch."
"Come on. You're killing me."
"Hear me out. This is a new sector for Roman."
"That's right. He's holed up at SucroCorp headquarters right now," the man continued.
I leaned between the two front seats, clicking off the radio. "That's interesting."
"Holed up at SucroCorp, huh?" Dean hummed.
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"Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a freaking nunnery crypt..." Dean trailed off as we walked into the crypt.
"Listen to this. 'Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning impaired, died at age 23,'" Sam reads.
"Nah, that's a little young. Find someone who had time to cook," Dean told him.
"Okay, well, there was, uh--Here, 'sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor. Became mother superior at age 60," Sam stated.
"Sounds political. Power corrupts," Dean said.
"Could you be any pickier about this? They nuns. Aren't they all holy?" I asked.
"Listen to this. Sister Mary Constant. Eighty-three years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness. What do you think?" Sam asked.
"Wow. I want to be more righteous just reading this," Dean said, skimming the page of the book Sam held.
I slapped his arm. "So let's take her literal bones and disrupt her peace."
"I lay odds on her," Dean said. "Here we go. Well, let's bone this nun."
"Dean Winchester, you vile human being." I slapped his shoulder. "What happened to wanting to be more righteous?"
"Sorry," Dean said.
"You should be."
"Oh, don't rub it in." Dean grinned.
"Don't you even say it." I pointed at him, knowing what he was thinking.
"Fine."
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We waited a few moments after dropping the match into the bowl of ingredients, but Crowley didn't show.
"Is he trying to make a grand entrance or....?" Dean asked.
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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...
