The Littlest Winchester

Chapter 85

I was watching Dean play some word game on his phone, I was where he couldn't punch or insult me. Sam walked in,
He said" Seriously?"
Dean said" What?"
" So I've been trying to dig up info on the British Men of Letters, keeping an eye out for cases, and you've been goofing off with a game that went out of style five years ago?"
" I don't think Mom's quite ready for Snapchat."
" You're playing against mom?"
" Yeah."
" The same mom that didn't know what a cellphone was a month ago?"
" Yeah."
" Doesn't exactly seem like a fair fight."
" You were saying?" Dean showed his phone to Sam,
" Huh! So how she been lately?"
" She's good. You know, she- she's dealing." Then Dean's phone rang, it was Cas," Hey, Cas."
Cas said" Hello, Dean."
" You still living out on '80s buddy comedy with Crowley?"
" Unfortunately."
Sam said" Any news on Lucifer?"
" Actually, yes. Look at the news."
" One sec. No way. So this is from today." I teleported to them and watched the video of Vince Vincente, he reunited the band, just great.
Dean said" Oh, no friggin' way. Tell me that's not Lucifer."
Cas said" We don't know."
Sam said" Cas, I-I thought you said Rowena got some licks in. Shouldn't he have burned through his vessel by now?"
" Yeah, but we don't know. We don't-"
Crowley said" Hello, boys. Long time. We team up to save the world, and then bupkis. You don't call, you don't write."
I said" Yeah, we don't care."
Sam said" Crowly. Lucifer."
Crowley said" Lucifer. Think about it. Of all the extinct rock acts, Ladyheart are the most Paleolithic. A major label sponsored comeback in 2016 for those dinosaurs? It doesn't feel like a wholly natural turn of events, does it?"
Cas said" Maybe Lucifer found a way to heal his vessel."
Dean said" Yeah, but still... I mean, what the hell?"
Crowley said" He's in LA. I'll see you there." He hung up the phone,
" Oh, LA."
Sam and I said" Yeah."

Once they packed up, I grabbed a bag but Dean grabbed it,
I said" What?"
Dean said" I think you shouldn't go."
" Why not?"
" You're still-"
" I'm 16, Dean, I'm a big girl now, I'll be fine." I went to grab the bag but he moved it,
" Hazel, you still have powers and they're weak and you're out of control."
" I'm not out of control."
" You've blanked out 3 times this week."
" So?"
" So, You hate Crowley, and you really hate Lucifer... what if you blank out and you get killed?"
" Cas is there, He'll angel knock me out if he has to."
" Haz..."
" Dean, I'm not staying in this bunker, so whether you like it or not, I'm going with you."
" Why?"
" Because protective little sister is in control and if I don't go with you, you might get hurt."
" If you go with us, you might get hurt. And you don't heal."
" Well, I bounce back quicker, so I'm going, Dean. Stop treating me like I'm a little kid, I'm old enough to make my own decisions."
" I know and I hate it."
" Mm, I can tell, now, let's go. Give me that bag." He tossed it at me and I threw clothes into it.

We're in the impala, Sam was listening to whatever the hell he was listening to, and Dean was complaining like usual. I was nodding off to sleep but still listening,
Dean said" Alright. 450 miles to LA. Land of gridlock, Botox, overtaxing, underachieving, smell of sweaty desperation. I mean, you can't breathe. The beaches are toxic. You got dudes in skinny jeans wearing sunglasses inside. Oh. Image-obsessed narcissists. I do like the yoga pants, though. When was the last time we were in LA?-" I got bored of listening to him and closed my eyes, falling asleep. Someone hit my thigh, I opened my eyes and sat up, Dean nodded to Sam, I leaned up and
Dean mouthed" History podcast?" I bit my lip then unplugged his headphones, and it was Hair rock.
Dean said" Oh, Sam. Hair rock? Really?"
Sam said" It's not hair-"
" Come on."
" It's not hair rock, Dean. It's hard rock. It's legitimate hard rock."
" Wow."
" Don't judge a book by its cover."
" Yeah, or a dude by his, uh, rainbow wig and leopard prints."
" Rainbow wig? What? You know what? I'm done apologizing. Lucifer possessed Vince Vincente. This is Vince Vincente's music, so listening to it is research."
" No. No."
" As a matter of fact..." he turned up the volume," Study up, Dean."
" No, no. No. I don't wanna listen to it."
" You like it."
" No. No. No, no. No. Turn it off."
" It'll grow on ya." I laughed at them, then leaned up,
I said" This is amazing, my big brothers bugging the hell out of each other." Sam smiled at me and pushed my face away from his, I leaned back, closing my eyes instantly.