The End | {BOOK 5}

62| Lunch with Amos

With Jack's soul back, he was finally ready for whatever Billie had planned for him to do. The only other problem was Amos. We had to figure out how we were going to deal with him if Jack was going to kill Chuck. So, while Jack, Cass and Sam went on a case, Dean and I went to track down God's brother.

"Hey, you sure about this?" Dean asked me as we drove.

"Hey, if we don't find him, casino buffet," I tried to joke. "Pretty good consolation prize."

"That's not what I meant," he said. "We've been on the road for almost two days, and I get not wanting to talk about it, I do, but, you know, what we're planning on doing, killing Amos..."

I knew why Dean was bringing it up. I hadn't exactly been number one on the Team Kill Amos list the last time we had to deal with him and Chuck. This time, it had to be different, though.

"Well, we're not pulling the trigger," I mumbled.

"Sure, but we still have to find him," Dean continued. "And then, if we find him, we have to lie to him. We got to set him up for his own death."

"Dean, Billie called us 'Messengers of God's Destruction', okay? Did you think that was, what, gonna be easy? Bloodless? Mhmh. We knew there was gonna be a catch. Least this time it's not you or me."

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We stopped at a gas station, Dean sitting in the car while I filled up Baby.

"Not going in for a snack?" I asked.

"Saving room," he replied. "I got four hours till all-you-can-eat. I have a process."

I rolled my eyes. I knew he cared about the casino buffet, despite having pressed the killing Amos issue.

"Ooh, can your process last six hours?" I smirked, staring at my phone. "Lane closures I76."

"Damn it!" Dean hit the wheel.

"Pork rinds?" I grinned at him.

"Pork rinds," he sighed.

As we got out, Dean to head inside while I took the gas nozzle out of Baby, we came face to face with Amos.

"I think we can do better than that," he said. "Hello, Eleanor. Miss me?"

Dean and I just stared at him.

"You headed somewhere fun?"

"Well, we were headed to you, actually," I informed him.

"How'd you find us?" Dean asked.

"I smelled you from two states over," Amos shrugged, staring me in the eyes. "You have a very distinctive musk."

I shifted uncomfortably and Dean moved so he was standing a bit in front of me, blocking me from the Darkness.

"And I got wind of your friend Castiel's angelic APB," the Darkness continued. "I knew you were looking for me."

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

"We wanted to talk," I added, stepping back out so Dean wasn't blocking me.

Amos held up a hand to stop us.

"First, lunch."

He indicated a billboard advertising pierogis. Dean and I stared at it, then back at Amos.

"Pierogis?" I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"You're hungry, I'm hungry. I like new, earthly experiences, and I have never had a Pennsylvania pierogi."

He started walking off and after Dean made sure Baby was secure, he followed behind me and Amos. We ended up in Pavel's Deli at a table while Amos ordered himself a pierogi. He looked really good, now that I was focusing on it. He'd trimmed his hair and beard recently. Instead of the dark black-on-black suit I'd grown accustomed to seeing him in, he wore a dark grey Henley and black jeans with a pair of black leather boots.