The Monsters In Our Heads (Book 7 Arrow/SPN Crossovers)

And So It Begins

Coyote wasn't next to me when I woke up, which confused the crap out of me for a second. There were no weapons on the walls even though I was in my room in the Bunker, my heart started racing because I'd had nightmares that had scenes like this in them more than once.

The door opened, "Babe? You up?" She had two cups of coffee with her, she was about to set them down on the desk when she noticed I was having a mild heart attack. "Dean? Everything all right?"

"Yeah, just woke up weird."

"Oh," she set her hand on my arm for a second then handed me a mug. "This will help. Sam said he made it old school style."

"Have you tasted it yet?"

"No. Why?"

"Did you put your usual sugar amounts in it?" She liked her coffee sweet.

"Yeah, is there a reason I shouldn't have?"

"If you want to be up for the next seventy two hours straight, go for it. If not, you may want to just dump it down the drain. The pipes could probably use a good cleaning anyway."

She gave me that "It can't be that bad,"look, then she took a sip, "Dear Lord! You guys used to drink this?"

"Unfortunately," I took a sip, I may as well have just eaten grounds as strong as it was. I decided I didn't need to be so amped on caffeine that I felt like I had to run a marathon before breakfast and set the cup back down. "He should have warned you."

"He was face down in some books, I was lucky he said hi much less anything about how he'd made the coffee. I've got to get back to making breakfast. I'll make the food run, Sam's in full research mode."

"I wonder if he even slept." There were times in those first few months after I'd moved out that I was more worried about him becoming a complete hermit and I'd have to rescue him from the archives more than I did about him getting hurt or killed on a hunt. It was the first time he'd ever had undisturbed research time since we'd found the Bunker and I wasn't quite sure how he'd handle that.

She gave me a quick kiss and headed back to the kitchen, I notice she'd left her cup. I dumped hers down the drain, then cleaned up and went out to see if Sam had found anything.

"Any luck?"

"Kind of, I ran a search on the digitized stuff, just in case and came up with some images of blades used in Mesoamerican rituals."

"Really? Under what letter?" I asked as I sat down across from him at the kitchen table. He looked a bit embarrassed.

"Uh, Felicity organized some photos of the stash of items we have here without me there to help. She labeled them a bit generically and I hadn't gone back and sorted through them."

"Sam?"

"C for cursed objects, assorted. I'd forgotten about the file till this morning."

Coyote didn't say a word.

"C comes before D right?" I asked.

"Yes. Dean I..."

"So does A, in case it was under assorted. At least last time I checked."

He just gave up, "I'm sorry. I screwed up, get over it . Here, look."

He turned the laptop towards me and I flipped through the pictures and the few links to other documents that they had set up in the system. I felt like I was using a supernatural Wikipedia and it dawned on me just how much faster research would go once they were done. "This is damn impressive Sam. You and Felicity are really going all out on this aren't you?" He hadn't talked to me too much about the project, I think it was in part because he knew I wanted to stay clear of anything hunting related but now I kind of wish he had. His face lit up at the compliment.