I walked up to Sammy and put a hand on his shoulder "it was amazing, Sam. I mean, i got shot, then i died, Dean found me dead and killed himself to make a deal. He couldn't do a deal because for some reason i was still breathing and then we found each other again"
Sam froze before nodding "sounds fun"
Dean rolled his eyes.
Me "if you even think about sending Dean and me out for "bonding time" again, i will shoot in the head"
He nodded "i know"
I nodded "good. "
Night. In my bedroom.
I groaned annoyed when i heard a knocking on my door.
I opened my eyes and looked to the door.
Dean was standing there with his phone on his ear.
I nodded and he walked in and sat down on the bed.
He put whoever was on the phone on speaker.
Crowley "Are you not hearing me? I said I have in my possession the solution to our collective problems. You should be doing a jig."
I rolled my eyes, annoyed.
Dean " I don't jig. Now, how do I know you even escaped Lucifer and he's not making you say all this?"
Crowley" Honestly, you cynicism is depressing. Why would Lucifer force me to discuss the very means of his destruction?"
Dean asked me confused "What are you talking about?"
Crowley " A weapon... one that channels divinity. Yes, powerful enough to help destroy a force like the Darkness, or Lucifer. Tell me you haven't been searching for such a thing.
Dean "A Hand of God? Of course we have."
Crowley" Thought as much. St. Louis. The old post office on Beekman."
Crowley hangs up and watches the truck drive by below.
Dean rolled his eyes annoyed "Crowley."
The line went dead.
Dean looked at me and i shook my head annoyed "no"
He nodded "yes"
I rolled my eyes tiredly "i am still tired"
Dean "Len, you've slept for 10 hours."
Me "so? how long were you asleep?"
Dean shrugged "two hours"
I nodded.
Dean "get dressed .We got to go "
At the old post office.
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