Lavender's Blue

77. The End

EXT. CENTURY HOTEL

A religious man stood outside the hotel with a handful of pamphlets. He addressed a passerby as the Impala drove up.

"Hi," the religious man greeted. "Good evening, brother. Is your soul rapture-ready?" The passerby ignored him. "Thank you, sir. God bless."

The religious man addressed two people passing while the Impala stopped in front of the hotel. "Good evening, folks. Is your soul rapture-ready? Because what I'd like to do is just show you exactly what God's love is for you." The two people ignored him. "Okay. God bless."

Dean, holding a sleeping Kit, got out of the Impala and headed for the hotel.

The religious man addressed them. "Excuse me, friend, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you both?"

Dean stopped and looked at him. "Too friggin' much, pal."

Dean entered the hotel and the religious man watched him and Kit go.

INT. HOTEL ROOM / EXT. ROAD

Dean was on the phone with Castiel. Kit had been laid down in the other bed.

"We're talking about the Colt, right?" Dean asked. "I mean, as in the Colt?"

"We are," Castiel replied.

"Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, y'know, kills demons?"

A car went by Castiel. "What? What? Did I - I didn't - I didn't get that."

Dean laughed. "You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cell phone. It's, you know, like watching Hell's Angel riding a moped."

"This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes."

Dean sighed. "Okay, all right. We-We're telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now."

"Well, I hear differently. And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the Devil, this is how we do it."

"Okay. Where do we start?"

"Where are you and your daughter now?"

"Kansas City," Dean answered as he leaned across the bed to grab the room key off the bedside table. "Century Hotel, room 113."

"I'll be there immediately."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. I just drove 16 hours straight. Kit and I are human. And there's stuff we got to do."

"What stuff?"

"Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning."

"Yes. I'll just-" Dean hung up and Castiel heard the dial tone, "-wait here, then."

Castiel stood at the side of the road.

INT. HOTEL ROOM

Dean and Kit were in bed. His phone vibrated and he answered.

"Damn it, Cas, Kit and I need to sleep!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, it's me," Sam said.

"Sam? It's quarter past four."

"This is important."

INT. HOTEL ROOM / INT. CAR

Dean got a beer out of the fridge, looking at his sleeping daughter. Sam was driving.