Unfinished Gems

Trick Hunt - 9

Dean felt like he had gone ten rounds with Thor, full contact and no holds barred. And he felt like shit. He couldn't even imagine how bad Sam felt...even without the knowledge he had accidentally set Lucifer out of the cage.

That was a nightmare.

So they managed to leave the plane, find the car, and head to the first hotel they could find that didn't ask questions. Dean briefly contemplated the bed, but decided against it. He had a migraine as it was, and he didn't think sleep was going to help much.

Plus, the various aches and pains he was currently experiencing didn't exactly mean he was liable to get any sleep with how crappy he felt at the moment.

Sam was also feeling like shit.

"Dean, is it just me or do you feel like someone's sticking pins and needles into all your muscles after beating the shit out of you?" asked Sam, who was clearly contemplating the pills in his hand.

Somehow, Dean got the feeling that Tylenol wasn't going to cut it.

As if that wasn't enough, Chuck had to enlist the aid of the rabid super fan girl Becky to deliver a message.

Dean didn't know what the Michael Sword was, didn't care. All he knew was that he felt like shit at the moment and the Apocalypse could go hang for all he cared.

Topping off his shitty night, Bobby showed up...and almost immediately Dean pinned him to the wall after recognizing a demon inside of him.

"Sammy, the exorcism. Sorry Bobby."

Bobby came out of it pissed, but still more or less whole. He still didn't know how that damn demon made it past his amulet. It was past time for him to get that tattoo.

He took one look at the boys and said flatly, "You two look like shit. What happened?"

"Lucifer got out, and we were hit with the power wave before suddenly we got stuck on a plane with no idea how," Sam summed up, then he winced.

"It's times like these I wish those damn feather dusters hadn't been watching us like hawks."

If Loki had been able to shake down some demons for answers, he might have learned early enough to stop Lucifer from coming out of the cage. Instead he had to fumble around in the dark, like a human...it was a very unpleasant situation for him.

"So what exactly did the Prophet say?" asked Bobby.

"He said the Michael Sword was on Earth, and a general area where it was," said Sam.

"I bet you ten gold that the 'Michael Sword' is just angel slang for the fact I'm Michael's vessel and you're Lucifer's," stated Loki flatly.

"...I wouldn't know where to get ten gold, and I'm not stupid enough to bet against you. Except in poker," Sam amended.

It was a fact that endlessly amused him that his poker face beat Loki's seven times out of ten. His luck at cards wasn't nearly that good, but his poker face still beat Loki's.

"At this point it's a toss up between trying to sleep and or seeing if Loki can't talk his way into getting some painkillers from a hospital. I feel like I'm being poked at prodded all over, with sharp stabbing pains to go with it," winced Sam.

"...Give me twenty minutes and I'll have them handing over the strongest ones they can legally hand over without a permanent prescription," stated Loki flatly.

It took him thirty, and he wouldn't be ashamed to admit he had used a little mental nudge to get them.

The problem was that even two hours after taking it, either the medicine hadn't kicked in...or something else was going on.