Being Alive ( D.W)

3.15 Nadya's Codex

 Rowena "there's only one thing you could possibly do for me that i can't, at least presently, do for myself. kill my son. He's expecting it from me. Already has hi stinking minion on high alert. If you're wondering how a mother can get to the point of wanting her own son-"

I nodded "I'll do it. I'll kill Crowley. But first things first. Can you read the book?"

She said amused "of course i can. I'm likely the only witch alive who can understand such old dark magic. Just not in its present form. "

I sighed and closed the metal box the bock was in  "Drinks on me"

Rowena put a hand over my hand "hey, you're not going anywhere. I'm your mortal enemy. I've tried to kill your boyfriend and his brother. Your boyfriend as recently as last month. You wouldn't have come to me if i wasn't your last resort. You're desperate. You can stop pretending you're not"

My phone buzzed and i looked at it. 

Rowena "so rude"

From: Dean

Hotting  nest in Tulsa. Join if you want. 

I put my phone away. 

Rowena "now, i can't read the book in its present form but there is someone who could. Nadya. Grand Coven Witch"

Me "where do i find her?"

Rowena shook her head "you don't. She's dead. Long ago, murdered for her life's work. Her decryption formulas, her codex that you can find. Bring me Nadya's codex and i'll break this text right open and give you your cure"

Me "where do i look?"

Rowena "if i were you, i'd start at home"

Me "The Men of Letter killed Nadya and stole her codex?"

Rowena nodded. 

At Tulsa. Night. Camping ground. 

I walked over to Dean "Dean"

He smiled at me "hey, baby"

There was blood everywhere. 

I asked confused "what happened? what is this?"

Dean nodded "i know, right? Six vamps, solo. I think that's gotta be a personal best"

Me "and you couldn't have waited?"

Dean opened a beer "for what?"

I shot him a look.

Dean "i can handle it . I did handle it"

Me "what if you couldn't?"

Dean nodded  "i did. It's done. come on, it's the only way to take the edge off. I'm sorry. I don't always like to wait around for you. Especially with you looking at me like that. "

I asked confused "like what?"

Dean "Like that. Like i am some sort of a diseased, killer puppy"

I shook my head, scoffing amused "idjit"

Dean asked confused "what?"

Me "I'm an empath, Dean. I don't look at you that way because that's how i feel. I look at you that way because that's me reflecting how you're feeling about yourself"

Then i walked past him. 

At the bunker.