Let Me Down Slowly Δ SPN [ 2 ]

chapter forty-nine

Sam and Evie get to a house that's in disarray and the grounds are overgrown. Sam wasn't going to bring her, but she begged him to take her with him, wanting to get out of the bunker since she hasn't been outside of the gray walls in a while.

They walk up to the front door where a pile of newspapers lays. Sam looks in the window before taking out his lock pick. He starts to pick the lock when a shotgun is shoved out the mail slot, aimed at his crotch.

"Whoa!" Sam exclaims, backing up a bit, and pushing Evie behind him.

"Bad idea." A woman's voice says.

"I-I can explain." Sam says.

"Yeah, don't bother. You got three choices-- get arrested, get your bits blown off, or get back." The woman states.

"Yeah, alright. I think I'll, uh, think I'll get back. Sorry." Sam backs up.

"Attaboy."

"Yeah."

Sam ushers Evie down the stairs and back to his car. He gets in, Evie getting in the backseat. The passenger door opens and Dean gets in.

"Heya, Sammy. How's the case?" Dean asks.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asks.

"Well it looks like I, uh, I'm here to save your sack. Look, you were right, okay? I shouldn't have gone solo like I did. It was stupid." Dean says.

"And?" Sam asks.

"And selfish. It was a douche move. If you're doing this case by yourself to teach me a lesson, you don't have to, okay?" Dean says.

"How'd you find me?" Sam asks.

"Ah. I, uh, took an etching off your notepad. Then I decided to take a crack at the St. Louis suicide house." Dean says.

"So you know about it?"

"I got the basics from Google. The family moves into a long vacant house. Uh, one week later, three of 'em dead by their own hands. Whole family wiped out except for the daughter, which the house is still under her name. I'm figuring she's the one who nearly unmanned you back there. But see, here's what I don't get. A cold case is one thing, but... this is subzero. I mean, there's nothing even in our wheelhouse, unless you know something I don't."

"Yeah. Um... that long vacant home used to be a Men of Letters chapter house. Remember Magnus?"

"You mean the dickwad ex-Men of Letters that tried to make a zoo exhibit out of me? Yeah." Dean nods.

"Before he was expelled, he built Werther, a magical box with a deadly alarm system. Werther is buried in that house. It was supposed to have been guarded, but I'm guessing that plan went out the window when Abaddon massacred the entire membership in '58."

"And then the house stayed in limbo until some lucky family bought it."

"Werther's a time bomb and it needs to be defused. Not only is this in our wheelhouse, it's our responsibility."

"Our responsibility?"

"We're Men of Letters. It's our legacy."