Let Me Down Slowly Δ SPN [ 2 ]

chapter twenty-two

They're at the cabin and Sam is at the table on his laptop while Dean sits on the couch, reading the notebook full of Kevin's notes. Evie is sitting next to Dean, leaning against his arm, looking at the notebook as well.

"Okay, man, I have read this more times than the Playboy I found in dad's duffel." Dean says.

"What's that?" Evie asks.

"Nothing." The brothers answer.

"Anna Nicole?" Sam asks.

"Anna Nicole. Oh, the good-- they die young, huh?" Dean asks.

"Who?" Evie asks.

"Nobody." The brothers state.

"Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed. It ain't getting any clearer." Dean says.

"Okay. Then what does it mean?" Sam asks.

"UH... cut off the head, and the body will flounder." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam says.

"Okay. Well, I think we both agree that, uh, the head is Dick. Right?" Dean asks.

"Right." Sam nods.

"So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff and we mix ourselves a weapon. End of story." Dean says.

"Look, I'm all for killing Dick. I'm just saying, what then? I mean, what about the rest of the Leviathan? What, are they gonna just... drop dead?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. Maybe." Dean shrugs.

"Maybe? "Maybe" is good enough for you right now?" Sam asks.

"One problem at a time, all right?" Dean says.

"Okay. But it's not a crazy idea to try and figure out what the catch is before we go crashing the gate." Sam says.

"Maybe this is the catch. God's not telling us every detail. You know? The word is from God. I don't know how much better it's gonna get." Dean says.

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Sam is sitting at the table watching a Sucrocorp video on his laptop with Evie sitting next to him and eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Dean walks out and pours himself some whiskey.

"Little FYI. Bobby's officing out of the john these days." Dean says.

"Uh... awkward." Sam says.

"Yeah, you're telling me." Dean says, sitting opposite of Sam.

"I thought you said him and grandpa didn't like each other." Evie says, her face scrunched in confusion.

"No, baby," Sam chuckles. "The john is a term for bathroom."

"Why?" Evie asks.

"I don't know." Sam shrugs.

"Anyways, uh, he does have some ideas about the weapon, though." Dean says.