not strong enough, supernatural [ 2 ]

051. trials

They're on the boat and walk inside, looking for Kevin. Jacob and all of the kids, aside from Athena, stayed back at the bunker.

"Kevin? It's us." Sam calls.

"Found him." Dean says. The others walk over, finding Kevin vomiting into the toilet.

~ ~ ~

Kevin is sitting at the table and wipes his bloody nose.

"Here." Larissa hands him a bottle of water that was in the diaper bag.

"Thanks." Kevin mumbles, taking it.

"Wow. You look like hammered crap." Dean says.

"Yeah." Kevin says.

"Are you sleeping?" Sam asks.

"Not really." Kevin answers.

"Are you eating?" Dean asks.

"Hot dogs, mostly." Kevin says.

"Sure, yeah -- breakfast of champions. Look, I'm gonna feel dirty saying this, but you might want a salad and a shower." Dean says.

"I know, and I've been getting bad headaches and nosebleeds, and I think maybe I had a small stroke. But it was worth it." Kevin says.

"What was worth it?" Sam asks.

"I figured out how to close the Gates of Hell." Kevin says.

"You--" Dean smiles. "Come here, you smelly son of a bitch." He hugs Kevin, lifting him off the ground.

"Okay, okay. So, what does this mean? What are we looking at?" Sam asks.

"It's a spell." Kevin says.

"And?" Dean asks.

"And it's just a few words of Enochian, but the spell has to be spoken after you finish each of the three trials." Kevin says, handing Dean a piece of paper.

"Trials like, uh, like Law & Order?" Sam asks.

"More like Hercules. The tablet says, "Whosoever chooses to undertake these tasks should fear not danger, nor death, nor..." A word I think means getting your spine ripped out through your mouth for all eternity." Kevin says.

"Good times." Dean says.

"Basically, God built a series of tests, and when you've done all three, you can slam the gates." Kevin says.

"So, what? God wants us to take the SATs?" Sam asks.

"I-I guess. Uh, he works in mysterious ways." Kevin says.

"Yeah, mysterious, douche-y ways. All right. Where do we start?" Dean asks.

"I've only been able to crack one of the tests so far, and it's gross. You've got to kill a hound of Hell and bathe in its blood." Kevin says.

"Awesome." Dean says.

"Awesome?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Hey, if this means icing all demons, I got no problem gutting some devil dog and letting Calgon take me away." Dean says.

"Where are you gonna find one?" Kevin asks.

"Well, Hellhounds like to collect on crossroads deals. So all we got to do is track down some loser who signed over his special sauce 10 years ago, get between him and Clifford the big dead dog -- easy."

"Doesn't sound easy." Kevin says.

"It's not." Sam says.

"Look, you get on the net -- see what you can dig up. I'm gonna go for a supply run because we need goofer dust, and the kid needs to eat something that's not ground up hooves and pig anuses -- not that there's anything wrong with that." Dean leaves.