Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}

72| Kevin's Alive and Cass is Hurt

Metatron placed a glowing hand on Kevin's chest, causing the bruising on his neck to disappear.

"Is that it?" I asked. "Is he good?"

"Give him a minute," the angel replied, walking off.

Dean followed him while I stayed behind to watch Sam and Kevin. It took a few more minutes before Kevin began to stir.

"Dean? Dean!" I called out to alert him. "Kevin? Hey. We thought we lost you, kiddo."

"I'm good," he replied, pulling out Crowley's half of the demon tablet. "Second half of the tablet. And I got it. Third trial. I didn't tell Crowley."

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"To cure a demon," Metatron answered before Kevin could.

"Yeah," Kevin looked at the angel for a moment. "Who are you?"

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After getting Maddie and Zep loaded back in the Impala, we started on the road back to the Bunker.

"Cure a demon," Dean said. "Okay, ignoring the fact that I have no idea what that actually means, if we- if we do this, you get better, right? I mean, you stop trying to cough up a lung, and, and, and bumping into furniture?"

"I feel better, yeah, um, just having a direction to move in," Sam nodded.

"Well, good, because where we're headed doesn't sound like a picnic."

"But we're headed somewhere. The end."

I threw an arm out to protect Maddie's sleeping form next to me as Dean slammed on the brakes hard. Zep was fine in his car seat. The Impala had nearly hit a dark figure in the road, and as the headlights illuminated it, we saw it was Castiel covered in blood. I was frozen in my seat as Sam and Dean jumped out of the car.

"Cass?" Dean asked. 

"A little help, here?" the angel replied.

I watched, a guilty feeling forming in the pit of my stomach as Sam and Dean helped Cass into the front of the Impala with them. Dean glared at me in the rearview mirror before pulling back out on the road to continue the drive. When we got back to the Bunker, Dean got Cass situated in his and my room and Sam in his own while I put the kids down in their room. I had told them they could each have their own room, but they'd developed an attachment to each other and wanted to share the one next door to mine and Dean's.

I found Dean in the kitchen drinking a beer at the island a little while later.

"Dean, I-"

"No," he growled, cutting me off. "Don't you dare think about apologizing. You threw him to the wolves when you told that bitch where to find him. He's our friend, Eleanor. How could you?"

"How could I? Dean, you heard Naomi. The only way to get Maddie and Zep back was to help her find Cass. And even though you don't want to hear it, I am sorry," I rambled. "I'm sorry that I was so blinded with the possibility of holding my kids again that I turned Cass in. And you know what, I have to live with that guilt now."

Dean didn't respond, bringing the bottle to his lips once more and staring straight ahead. I realized I was subconsciously twisting my wedding ring around my finger as I stared at him.

"I'm going to find somewhere to sleep. I don't expect you to come find me."

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Despite the fact that Dean was mad at me for getting Cass hurt, he was also mad at the angel for ignoring us after bolting with angel tablet. We were looking up all the information the Men of Letters had on every demonic possession in the last 3,000 years, hoping to find some explanation on how to 'cure a demon'.

"Hey, uh, do we have a room 7B?" Sam asked, looking up from a file.

We left Cass behind with Maddie and Zep while we investigated the room.

"Dude, go easy on Cass, okay?" Sam addressed Dean. "He's one of the good guys."

"Dude, if anybody else- I mean anybody- pulled that kind of crap, I would stab them in their neck on principle. Why should I give him a free pass?"

"Because it's Cass."

Dean grunted, still ignoring me. I had woken up alone in the spare room I'd bunked in, not that I expected anything else. I had a sneaking suspicion he'd spent all night in the kitchen considering when he went to get Sam something to eat, he'd come back with nothing but a half drunk beer, beef jerky and three peanut butter cups.

"What are we supposed to be looking for down here?" I asked, looking around at the shelves of boxes.

"Um, anything on case 1138," Sam replied, walking over to open a box. "It was a class five infernal event- St. Louis, March 8, 1957."

I went over to another shelf, also opening boxes and rifling through the contents.

"'Class five infernal event'?" Dean repeated.

"Yeah. See, the Letters have this whole rating system. 'The Exorcist' would have been a class two."

I raised my eyebrows, realizing that whatever we were looking for was special.

"Alright, so what makes this puppet show so special?" Dean practically echoed my thoughts.

"It was weird."

"Weird how?"

"No clue," Sam shrugged. "One of the files just had a note written about room 7B and the word 'weird' with three exclamation points."

"Good times," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Got it," Sam said, pulling an old fashioned film reel out of a box.

"Guys, check this out."

I pushed on the section of the shelf I was standing by to reveal an area with a Devil's Trap on the floor and manacles on the wall.

"Whoa," Dean breathed, temporarily forgetting he was ignoring me.

"Is that a Devil's Trap?" Sam asked. "It takes up half the room. These chains- they have spell work etched into them."

"So we have a dungeon," I raised my eyebrows.

"Finally," Dean grinned, then looked over to Sam. "What do you got there?"

"Movie night?" Sam shook the reel.

After tracking down a film projector, Sam, Dean, Cass and I gathered to watch the reel Sam found. Maddie and Zep were soundly asleep in their bed, thankfully.

"Ready?" Sam asked once we were seated.

The projector clicked, and then we saw the old, black and white home movie come to life on the old screen Dean had set up.