Reckless and Brave

CXVIII. (118) Don't Stand So Close to Me

[Survival of the Fittest]

In the car, Sam said, "Alright. Exit's in three miles."

Dean frowned. "I still say this is a bad idea."

Holly nodded. "Yeah. This is a terrible idea."

Sam looked between them. "Dean, Holly, it was your idea, and it was the best one either of us had."

"We said it as a joke." Dean said.

"It was a bad joke--good idea." Nate said.

Dean glanced at him. "Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book--nothing on how to find a freakin' righteous bone."

"We can call Castiel again." Sam suggested.

"Dude, on my car, he showed up naked...covered in bees."

Holly shuddered. "Yeah. It wasn't pleasant at all."

Sam looked at them unsympathetically. "Yeah, I'm not really sorry I missed that."

A man spoke on the radio. "...The price of stock hit an all-time high following Roman's acquisition of Sucrocorp. I say Roman's a buy."

A woman answered. "Got to disagree with you there. I'm gonna call him a "wait and watch"."

"Come on, Lawshe. 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."

"So sit tight. This--"

Dean switched off the radio. "Holed up at Sucrocorp, huh?"

The four of them looked at each other.

They eventually reached a crypt.

Dean frowned. "Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a friggin' nunnery crypt."

"Alright." Sam said. "Here--listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23."

"Eh, it's a little young. Find someone who's had time to corrupt."

Sam read from a large book. "Okay, well, there was, uh...here--Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60."

Holly's lip curled. "Sounds political. Everyone knows power corrupts."

"Right. Um...listen to this--Sister Mary Constant, 83 years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness. What do you two think?"

Holly nodded as Dean said, "Wow. I want to be more righteous just reading this."

"You and me both, man." Nate replied.

"Exactly." Sam and Holly agreed.

Dean thought for a moment. "Alright, well, I lay odds on her. Here we go." He walked over to a plaque bearing the name of Sister Mary Constant. "Well...let's bone this nun." Sam and Nate made a face and Holly giggled softly. "Sorry. At least H appreciates my jokes."

Dean smashed the coffin with a mallet.

At Rufus's cabin, Dean tossed a lit match into a bowl. Flames rose and died down. Dean, Sam, Holly, and Nate looked around.

Holly raised an eyebrow. "Is he trying to make a grand entrance or..."

Sam shook his head. "I don't know."

"Son of a bitch." She muttered. "He's standing us up."

"Well, we summoned him. Doesn't he kind of have to--"