The End | {BOOK 5}

45| Game Night

Things had been super tense and awkward between Dean and I ever since the annulment. We couldn't be in the same room alone any more. After a week or two passed with a couple hunts, my mom finally suggested that we all stay in and have a family game night. I think it was mostly for Dean and my sake, trying to ease some of the tension, but I wasn't so sure it was a good idea. Zep went with Sam to pick up the pizzas while Maddie, Jack and my mom worked on collecting the other snacks, which left Dean and I to set up game night.

I stood awkwardly off to the side while Dean struggled to set up the board for Mousetrap.

"Come on," he muttered to himself, then got angry seconds later. "Son of a bitch!"

I rolled my eyes, forcing myself to move closer and shoving him aside so I could set the game up myself. No words were exchanged between us as I effortlessly put all the pieces in place around the board. My mom, Jack and Maddie came into the room with the snacks just as I finished.

"Family game night is a go- soon as Sammy gets back here with two double-pepperoni meat blasters and a pineapple," I eyed Jack.

"I like it," he defended himself.

"Yeah, it's like a crime against humanity," Dean muttered.

"You missed a call," my mom handed me my phone.

"Oh," I took it, moving a little ways away to put more distance between Dean and I.

"What's wrong?" she asked, seeing my expression.

After listening to the voicemail, I put it on speaker so they could listen.

"Help me, please! Eleanor. It's me. It's Donatello."

"Donatello?" Jack asked.

"I need help. You, Sam and Dean. Help me, please! Hith-'o-rehr, shqodh... ki'o-yivkha has-sa-tan, k'ar-yeh sho-'ehgh, mith-hal-lehkh, u-mvaq-qehsh 'eth asher, yval-leha'."

I immediately hung up and dialed Sam, getting his voicemail.

"You've reached Sam Winchester. If this is an emergency, call my brother."

"Sam's not answering his phone," I hung up. "This whole damn town's a dead zone. Alright. We got to go."

"What do we do?" Jack asked.

"Stay here. When Sam and Zep get back, play him that voicemail and have him call me on my spare. Got it?"

"Got it."

"So much for game night."

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"We should be there with you," Sam's voice carried through the speaker of my spare.

"It's fine," I assured him.

"No, it's not."

"You heard Donatello's message, right," I tried to divert his attention.

"Yeah, I did."

"What language was that? It didn't sound like Enochian."

"It's not. I-I-I think it's Ancient Hebrew."

"What's he saying?" my mom asked.

"We don't know yet. I'm still working on it."

"Alright. Well, work fast," I said.

"Watch your back."

"That's the plan."

I hung up, glancing over at my mom who was driving.