The Winchester Three (S4): Lazarus Rising

Ch 11 Section 2

The next morning Dean came into the motel room with coffee, "What do you guys got?"

Sam answered first, "Looks like this guy Jay was a pretty big deal in the '70s."

"Which in magician land means what, exactly?"

"Big enough to play Radio City Music Hall."

"What got him stuck in their 'where are they now?' File?"

"He, uh..." Sam shrugged, "He got old."

"The Incredible Jay is probably using real magic to stage his comeback." Angel mused, "Explains the weird death."

"It's possible." Sam agreed, "Some kind of spell that works a death transference."

"But, uh..." Angel sighed, "One thing it doesn't explain is the tarot card. Just a weird signature or does it mean something more?"

"I don't know."

"Man..." Dean shivered as he took a seat on one of the beds, "Hope I die before I get old. Whole thing seems brutal, don't it?"

Sam's eyes flashed to him at that comment, "You think we will?"

"What?"

"Die before we get old."

"Uh..." Angel smirked, "Sammy I think all three of us have bit that bullet already."

"You know what I mean." He rolled his eyes, "I mean, do you guys think we'll still be chasing demons when we're 60?"

"No, I think we'll be dead. For good." Dean answered, catching his brothers scoff and eyeroll, "What? You want to end up like- like Travis? Huh? Or Gordon, maybe?"

"There's Bobby."

"Bobby?" Angel repeated crossing her arms from across the table, "Sam, don't get me wrong, we've all got love for Bobby. He's been like a second father to us, he's far from the poster child for graceful aging."

"Okay, well... Maybe we'll be different."

"What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man?" Dean scoffed as he sat on the end of the bed, "Sammy, it ends bloody or sad. That's just the life."

Sam quickly closed his laptop so his full attention was on Dean and Angel, "What if we could win?"

"Win?"

"If there was a way we could just... put an end to all of it."

"What the hell are you talkin about, Sam?" Angel studied his tense features closely, "Are you... Is there something going on that we need to talk about?"

"No."

Yet he looked away from her and said it way too fast for her liking, "Sammy."

"No. Look, I'm just saying... I just wish there was a way we could... go after the source. That's all. Cut the head off the snake."

"Cut the head off the snake?" Angel repeated before biting her lip, "We could do that, we are doing that. The problem is Sam, that there's about a million more snakes with a million more heads. It just doesn't work that way."

Dean agreed, "Evil bitches just keep piling out of the Volkswagen."

"Yeah." Sadness and disappointment filled Sam's face, "Guess you're right."

Angel sighed, "Why don't you go see if you can track down Jay?" She offered before motioning to her and Dean, "Dean can try to dig up some information on this tarot card thing and I'll go talk to the other acts again. See if we missed something."