Carry On (Supernatural FF)

Chapter 8

At first, I was hesitant, but when I saw no trace of Chuck, I relaxed and sat down at the table in my pajamas, my robe on top, my mug in one hand, and my laptop in the other. Sam and I scoured the internet for a sign of Amara or Lucifer, but nothing. Dean walked up to us with coffee, which I took, thankfully. "You got anything?" Dean asked. "Nothing." I mumbled, sipping some coffee before looking back at the screen. "Same here." Sam sigh. "I can't believe I will say this, but I wish Rowena were here. I mean, she could track down Amara. She's done it before." Sam added. "Well, I understand what you're saying, but I can't deal with her currently," I told Sam, shaking my head. "Yeah, but you can bet she and the book will stay stashed until this ends. Where is Chuck?" I shrugged my shoulder. "I'm glad he isn't here." I whispered. "Sleeping in, I guess." Sam shrugged his shoulder, nudging me under the table. "Does God sleep?" Dean asked. "I know he takes long showers." I scoffed."Right and singing, too, like crappy old folk songs. I had to tell him to cool it three times." Dean growled. "Dean, you are always so grumpy when you don't get your beauty sleep." I giggled; Sam spoke up just when he tried to say something. "You told God to cool it?" he asked. "Yeah, I sleep." I tilted my head. "Yeah, like a bear," I grumbled. "This is a bizarre situation, but it's also amazing. I mean, it's god." Sam chuckled. "There are so many things I want to ask him, uh t-the planets." That is when I interrupted him. "Are you fanboying?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Calm down. Let's stay focused. We got to find Lucifer before it's too late." Dean mumbled, looking back to the screen. "Too late?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "Amara, she is in my head." Dean motioned with his hand. "Hey, I didn't ask for it, okay? She just showed up. But she's showing me visions of- of Lucifer. By Lucifer, I mean Cas, and he looks like crap like she's doing a number on him." Right then, Chuck walked in with a Robe on. I immediately got up to leave, but when I saw Sam's face, I changed my mind and sat back down. "Hey, Morning." Sam was friendly. I ignored him, trying to concentrate, when I saw him placing a package of donuts on the table, but I ignored them and stuck with coffee. "Is that my robe?" Dean asked slightly, pointing to the robes he had on, but Chuck ignored him. "Im telling you guys, getting mixed up with Lucifer is a bad idea. It pains me to walk away, but I had too much Drama." Chuck shrugged his shoulder. "Well, if you don't like drama front, stay here, Deans, the main pool for drama." I mumbled under my breath. "What did you just say?" Dean grumbled, but I ignored him. Chuck said something when my screen popped up. "Guys, that fog, the Amara fog, it hit again," I said when Sam and Dean came over to see what was on my screen. "And?" Dean asked since he could only read parts of the article before me. "The People there weren't so lucky. All died except for one." I read since I was the closest. "How many?" Sam asked. "Thousands died," I answered. "How were you able to miss that?" Dean asked Chuck, who was sitting down in a chair near me. "She baiting me. Can't respond to every time." Chuck seemed so disinterested, sitting there drinking coffee and eating another doughnut. "Yeah, you don't. Then. Now I know why you're such an asshole." I snapped, closed my laptop, and returned to my room with my laptop and coffee. Sam came to get me when I finished getting dressed in my suit. "You ready?" Sam asked, and I nodded; I drove with Sam and Dean in the Impala this time. "You alright, Kaylee?" Dean asked, and when I looked, I met his gaze in the mirror. "What do you think? Im not fine." I grumbled. "Listen, I know it's tough, alright? We go through this, alright." Sam reached over the seat; I squeezed his hand when Dean's phone rang. I couldn't see who the caller was, but when Dean put it on, the speaker answered, annoyed. "What?" he asked. "I see you got in contact with Chuck." A familiar voice said. "You." I tried to launch at the phone, but Sam held me back. "That must be Kaylee. Well, if you wanna know, I have information for all three of you, which is very important." Metatron stated. "Oh yeah, like my blade up your-." I snapped, but Sam shushed me. "What information?" Dean asked. "Not over the phone in person, but I have something to show you," he told us. "Oh great, well, mister Metadouchy, I'm not trusting you so you can stick it where the sun doesn't shine." I snapped. "Alright enough, Kee, zip it." Dean grumbled. "If you have something on Amara, we could use it." Sam said while Dean scolded me. Metatron told them where to meet and hung up. "I still don't trust him." I grumbled. "Knock it off. Seriously, if you don't want to come, then don't. It might be better if you stay in the bunker." Dean grumbled. "Fine." I scoffed. "But I have my reason why I hate him. He killed Dean, making him a demon chilling in a bar with Crowley." I grumbled. We arrived at the Police Station, and as we entered, we saw a guy sitting at the table. "Professor Redfield. FBI." Sam, Dean, and I showed our badges to the older man. "Call me Donatello. Yeah, im named after him." Donatello chuckled; Dean looked confused, which I saw out of the corner of my eye.