Losing Lives / Book Six / The Life Series / Supernatural

Hello, Cruel World

Leviathan Castiel still had black veins crawling against his skin, stalking around smugly.

I looked toward Dean, unconscious on the floor. "Dean?" Dean slowly woke up. I looked at Leviathan Castiel. "How many of you ass-clowns are in there? A hundred? More?" Leviathan Castiel was dripping black fluid. "Your vessel's gonna explode, ain't it? Wouldn't do anything too strenuous. In fact, I'd call it a day, head on home, huh?"

"We'll be back," Leviathan Castiel told us. "For you."

Leviathan Castiel walked out, staggering weakly.

"Well..." Dean trailed off. "This is a new one."

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We walked into the hall to see Dad trying to talk to Sam, who seemed lost in thought. "Sam. Sam. Sam! You hearing me?" Dad put a hand against Sam's chest. "Whoa. Look at me. Hey. All right, we got to button this up. Come on, let's get out of here. Come on."

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We followed Leviathan Castiel to a water reservoir, watching as he walked under.

A whirlpool appeared, black liquid radiating out from it in all directions, disappearing.

"Aw, hell," Dad said.

I saw a sign nearby.

Public Water Supply. No Swimming. No Fishing. No Boating.

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I shook my head. "Damn it."

"You said it," Dad told me. "Those... whatever you call thems..."

"Leviathan," Sam told us.

"Right," Dad agreed. "If they're in the pipes, they got themselves a highway to anywhere."

"Awesome," Dean said sarcastically. He saw Castiel's trench coat floating to the edge of the reservoir, slowly walking toward it, picking it up. "Okay. So he's gone."

"Yeah," Dad agreed. "Rest in peace. If that's in the cards.".

Dean muttered under his breath. "Dumb son of a bitch."

"Well, he was friends with us, wasn't he?" Dad replied. "Can't get much dumber than that. Come on. Those things will be coming up for air soon."

Sam, Dean, Dad and I walked out of the fence leading to the reservoir, leaving.

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We got back to Dad's.

Dad and I walked into the living room to see Sam and Dean talking.

"So, ooze invasion," Sam told us. "Any leads?"

Dad walked closer, sitting down. "We got all our feelers out. Whatever they're up to, it ain't—ain't about going Mothra down Main Street. They'll turn up. You seem pretty eager to stretch your legs, you know."

Dad put a new bandage on Sam's hand.

"Mm," Sam hummed.

"Now onto our other big problem," Dean told him. "How are you doing? And do not say okay."

"I'm not okay," Sam told us.

"You think?" Dean asked. 

"Hey," I told him. "Go a little easy."