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

040. future plan

Dean is sitting at the table and cleaning his gun.

"I think she's clean." Sam states, walking in.

"Anything on Ketch?" Dean asks.

"No. Checked every hospital in a 50 mile radius. Nada." Sam says.

"Crazy son of a bitch probably pulled the bullet out with his teeth." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam scoffs.

"What about Jack?" Dean asks.

"I talked to Cas. He's got nothing. It's like we gotta find something in the lore or wait for Jack to make a mistake." Sam says, sitting across from his brother.

"Yeah, well, the "mistakes" are what I'm worried about." Dean says. Dean's phone rings and he answers it and puts it on speaker. "Yeah?"

"Dean Winchester?" A man's voice comes through.

"Who's this?" Dean asks.

"I have something you might be interested in." The man says.

"No, we're happy with our cable provider. Thank you." Dean goes to hang up.

"What about your Nephilim?" The man asks. "Word on the street is he's gone rogue."

"Yeah? What street is that?" Dean asks.

"Hell Street. Hell Avenue. Just Hell, really." The man says.

"Demon?" Sam whispers.

"What if I told you I had a way to find your boy? Meet me at Smile Diner at 12:45." He instructs before hanging up.

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"You know, this could be a trap. I mean, he could work for Asmodeus." Dean says as the three walk to the diner.

"Yeah, but what if he's telling the truth?" Sam asks.

"You know, after Crowley, I told myself, "No more demons."" Dean says.

"Dean, we don't even know what this guy's deal is." Sam says.

"Yeah, we do. He's a freakin' demon." Dean says.

"Yeah, but you said it yourself, we need a miracle. And maybe this is it." Sam says.

"You know what miracles are called from demons? I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's not "miracles."" Dean says.

"How about this? Let's hear the guy out." Sam says.

"All right, and after that, we kill him." Dean says, the three going into the diner.

"The famous Winchesters." A man states.

"Some random demon." Dean says.

"Barthamus. Bart's fine. Please, sit. I ordered cherry pie." Bart says.

"Well, Bart, I don't know what you've heard about us, but--"

"Everything." He says, cutting Dean off. Sam and Dean both sit down. Miranda stands behind Sam's chair, refusing to get too close.

"My apologies." Bart says.

"I've been following your careers a long time. You're a real pain in the pitchfork. And the halo. Natural disrupters. We have that in common, you and I." Bart says.

"Mm. Yeah, we're twinsies." Dean says sarcastically.

"All right. You said you have something for us?" Sam asks.

Bart takes a piece of parchment out.

"This is a genuine Nephilim tracking spell." Bart informs and Sam hums.