Let Me Down Slowly Δ SPN [ 2 ]

chapter forty-seven

Dean walks into the room as Sam and Evie walk into the bunker, down the entrance stairs.

"Hey." Sam greets before seeing the food Dean's holding. "What in the world?"

"A croissookie." Dean states as they walk to the library.

"A croissookie?" Sam asks.

"Mm-hmm. yeah, they're the new cronuts." Dean says.

Evie reaches her hand out, wanting a bite. Dean goes to hand it to her, but Sam pulls her hand away, slapping Dean's away.

"No." Sam declares. "So, what? Half cookie, half--"

"Who gives a crap? They're freakin' awesome." Dean says. He puts it down and sits on the table.

"Daddy." Evie pleads, wanting a bite of the mixed food.

"No." Sam repeats.

"What did Cas say?" Dean asks.

"Uh, good news, bad news. Bad news-- he discovered riverboat gambling. Good news-- he think he might be closing in on Cain." Sam states.

"Oh, wow. He thinks he might be."

"Yeah. Just east of the Mississippi somewhere in Illinois."

"So maybe Cas finds Cain in the land of Lincoln. And then what?"

"And then we get him to tell us how to get rid of the mark."

"Don't you think that if Cain knew how to remove the mark, he would have done it, like centuries ago?"

"We won't know til we try."

"Sammy, I appreciate the effort, man. I do. But trying to find a cure for this thing. I-it's like a dog chasing it's tail. There's no end in sight and you just end up dizzy."

"Dean, where there is a will--"

"There is a case. Hmm? Check this out. Iowa teen claims possessed pickup kills driver." Dean holds up a tablet with an article on it. "Let's say we take our own trek to, uh, the midwest."

Sam agrees and leaves to pack.

Dean makes sure he's gone before picking up the croissookie and holds it out to Evie. She grins before taking a bite and Dean takes it back, taking a bite as well.

"Good?" Dean asks, his mouth full.

"Mm-hmm." Evie nods with a smile on her face.

They high five.

+++

They're in the college cafeteria and Sam is on the latest victim's laptop while Evie sits next to him. Dean walks up, carrying a tray of food and sits across from Sam.

"Alright. And a cafe au lait for the lady." Dean says, giving Sam a cup of coffee. "Spaghetti for the shorty." Dean puts a plate of spaghetti in front of her. "For me..."