Kevin came back out into the main compartment after showering and shaving, wearing a fresh change of clothes. I immediately relaxed upon seeing him.
"Okay, I feel a lot better," he admitted.
"Hey, Kevin, buddy, you got to slow down," I told him.
"What?"
"Get some shut-eye. Take a day off. Open a window."
"No," he shook his head. "You said nuking Hell- that's how I get out. That's how I go home."
"Right, it is, but Ellie has a point," Sam chimed in. "You can't live like this."
"You think I want to? I hate it here. I can't leave because every demon on the planet wants to peel my face off. I can't talk to anyone except you guys or Garth, when he swings by, or my mom. Right? And when she calls, all she does is cry. I just... I need this to be over."
My heart clenched in my chest in sympathy as Sam nodded his head.
"I know. I do. But trust us on this- this whole 'saving the world' thing- it's a marathon, not a sprint. You got to take better care of yourself."
Before we could discuss further, the door to the compartment squeaked open and Dean entered carrying several plastic grocery bags.
"Hey. Did you know there are, like, 6,000 kinds of tomatoes?" he asked, setting the bags on the table. "Did you find anything?"
"Yeah, demon signs, 10 years ago, all centered around Shoshone, Idaho," Sam replied.
"Okay, well, big-time mojo means big-time freak. So, anybody have a horseshoe shoved up his ass?"
"That's one way of putting it," Sam chuckled, turning his laptop around for us to see. "Meet the Cassitys, small-time farmers who struck oil on their land in February of '03, which is weird because-"
"You had me at weird," Dean cut him off. "Alright. We thinking deal?"
"Best lead we got."
"Well, let's go visit the Beverly Hillbillies. You stay here," Dean addressed Kevin, "work on step number two, and, uh, if you come across anything about hellhounds, drop a dime, okay? Because between the claws and the teeth, those bitches can be real... bitches."
I facepalmed at his poor word choice as he turned and rummaged through one of the bags on the table, and pulled out two bottles.
"I got you a present," he handed the bottles to Kevin one at a time. "The, uh, blue ones are for the headaches and the greens are for pep. Don't O.D."
"Thanks?"
After smacking Kevin on the arm, Sam and Dean started out the door, but I hung back for a moment longer.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I'll be fine. You should get going."
I nodded, giving him a small smile before heading out the door after Sam and Dean.
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The Cassity farm was very nice, neat, and, in my personal opinion, a bit much. The gates opened automatically for the Impala, allowing us to drive right up to the barn on the grounds near the mansion.
"Alright, keep an eye out," Dean addressed us as he cut the engine. "Anybody with a hellhound on their ass is going to be showing signs- hallucinating, freaking out- the usual."
"And if we find someone?" I quirked an eyebrow at him in the rearview mirror.
"You get 'em clear," he grabbed the demon-killing knife. "I spike fido, the crowd goes wild."
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Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}
Fanfiction-BOOK 3 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ Sacrifices must be made. Castiel has declared himself God, Ellie has a new child to worry about, and there's a whole new set of monster problems she and the Winchesters must deal with. As they do, the lin...
