Love Never Fails

103. Last Holiday

"Cuthbert Sinclair," Dean said.

"Welcome to the collection, Dean," Cuthbert told him.

"He designed most of the warding that keeps the bunker safe," Sam informed.

"Formal separation from the Men of Letters, 1956," Dean read.

"He missed the massacre."

Indistinct shouting sounded.

Sam continued. "According to Dad's journal... Abaddon is a Knight of Hell."

"Hello, boys. Hello, girl," Billie greeted. "God is extinguishing galaxies. We need to be prepared."

"Feels like we're taking a big, probably stupid risk. It feels good."

"The first quest was meant to strengthen Jack's body. Step two, Jack needs to find the Occultum."

""The Occultum must be in you,"" Castiel said.

"Leave me alone!" Jack yelled.

"His soul is back."

Jack cried and whispered, "Please forgive me."

INT. BUNKER

Sam and Sylvie were doing research and had books at the table in the bunker library. The kids were coloring beside them, describing what they were drawing to their mother/aunt.

A loud clanking sounded.

Dean entered shortly after, wearing an apron, and asked, "You guys hear that?"

"What's with the apron?" Sam asked.

Dean glanced down. "Uh. Burgers. Yeah, but the pilot light keeps going out. It's, like, the third time this week. I mean, between that and the -- hot water..." He threw his hands into the air. "I thought this place was supposed to be state-of-the-art."

"It was, in the '50s," Sam replied.

Dean considered his brother's words. "Hmm. Yeah." He started to leave and turned back. "Uh, Jack come out of his room yet?"

Alana let out a sigh. "No. But, can you blame him?"

Sam nodded. "His soul's back, you know? Everything's hitting him -- everything he's done, everything he has to do, Amara..."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Well, I mean, even Billie said it -- to kill Chuck, you got to kill Amara, too."

"Yeah. Cas is still looking, but you know what?" Sam ruffled his hair. "Say -- Say one of his angel contacts does find her. What then?"

"Then we do what we gotta do."

The clanking sounded again and Maren ran up to her eldest brother and said, "I don't like that sound, Aiden."

Sylvie glanced around. "Dean, we need to find out what that is."

The circulation fan stopped.

"Oh, come on," Dean complained. "Now the air?"

The four adults let out a sigh before Dean said, "All right. Well, let's go." He set down the spatula and began taking off the apron. "Baby, you and Sylvie stay here with the kids. I don't want them anywhere near something that might hurt them."

Alana nodded. "Be careful."

"Go where?" Sam asked.

Dean looked between them. "Dude, baby, we fought the Devil, okay? I've killed Hitler. I think we can handle a few old pipes." He left the room.