say you won't let go, sam winchester [ 4 ]

027. working with the brits

"Hoo-hoo!" Dean cheers as they walk into the library. "Back to back to back. That was one for the books."

"Yeah." Sam says.

"Man." Dean holds up the barbed wire bat. "Dad would love this thing." He drops it onto the table.

Miranda grimaces in disgust at the bat before glaring at Dean.

"Dude, on the-- on the--" Sam grimaces.

"No, don't, don't, don't, don't! Don't s--" Sam tries to stop Dean, but the older one sits down, a small squish sounding.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Ugh." Miranda rolls her eyes. "So I guess the hunts were fun." She quips.

"Dean, you're covered in ghoul, man, and-and-- and wraith. You... you have a piece of siren in your hair." Sam says. Dean grabs the piece of siren out of his hair and inspects it on his finger.

"Gross." Dean chuckles before flicking it off his finger, it landing somewhere on the floor.

"I swear to--" Miranda gives her husband an annoyed look, Sam matching it.

"Dean, you're picking that up. I swear, if one of my kids start playing with monster skin, I'm gonna kill you." Sam says. "Dude, why don't you take a shower and change your clothes. You've been wearing the same pair of boxers for four days."

"Okay, one, weird that you know how much underwear I packed." Dean says.

"That's what's weird about this?" Sam asks.

"And B, it's two and two. Doesn't count if you flip 'em inside out." Dean says.

"That-- that... no." Miranda shakes her head.

Sam's phone chimes and he looks at it.

"Got another case." Sam says.

"Really? Already? How'd you do that?" Dean asks.

"Same as the others. I-I made a computer algorithm that scrapes data from police scanners, emergency calls, uh, local news sites, and then it puts everything through a--" Sam stops at Dean's confused look, Miranda squinting at him. "The computer told me."

"Computers." Dean chuckles. "Monsters, porn. Is there anything they can't do?"

"All right." Dean gets up. "Well, let's get to it, then."

"Yeah, that's fine. And, dude, um... after you get cleaned up." Sam says.

"We got baby wipes in the car." Dean says.

"Dude. Dean, I'm serious, man. You smell like roadkill." Sam says.

"That's cause I do all the heavy lifting." Dean says.

"You-- all right." Sam rolls his eyes.

"No, it's cause you're disgusting." Miranda counters.

"I'm using that fancy shampoo you keep hidden from me." Dean says, walking out.

+++

"Cas, what's up?" Dean answers his phone as the brothers get back to the bunker, Miranda sitting at the map table and going through the kids' schoolwork.

"Hey, I think I have a lead on Kelly Kline." Cas says.

"Yeah?" Dean asks.

"She's with Dagon, Prince of Hell." Cas informs.

"All right, what do we know about him?" Sam asks.

"Actually, it's a her. And not much. It's just rumors and stories. Dagon is mostly known for her psychotic savagery." Cas says.