Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Nineteen

Sam got hex bags for the three of us so we can't be found by angels or demons. When Dean asks how he made it, Sam says he learned it from Ruby.

"Speaking of, how you doing?" Dean asks, stepping forward slightly. I stay in the back of the hotel room and fumble around with my gun. "Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" I roll my eyes, which is probably highly unnecessary.

"It's weird, tell you the truth." Sam replies, more calmer than I imagined. "Im fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up."

"Supernatural methadone." Dean mumbles. Sam starts to apologize after a few moments, but his older brother cuts him off. "Sam. It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

"Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right--"

"Then why do you keep bringing it up?" Dean asks a bit too loud, looking up at his little brother from his gun. "Look, all I'm saying is why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess, we clean it up. That's it. So, say this was just any other hunt. What do we do first?"

"We'd figure out where the thing is." Sam mumbles.

"All right, so we just gotta find the devil."

Since we didn't really know what to do after that, Dean watched the news on the hotel room's tv with me while Sam sat at the table flipping through books. A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. Dean shuts off the television and sits up. I sit at the edge of the bed. Sam creeps over to the door and opens it, standing in the door way. A blonde crazed-looking girl stands on the other side. She gasps once she sees Sam. "You okay, lady?" He asks.

"Sam, is it really you?" She says almost crying with excitement. She steps forward and outs her hand on his chest, making me raise my eyebrows. Dean and I exchange a glance and I shrug my shoulders at him. "And you're so firm."

"Uh, do I know you?"

"No, but I know you." She says, very confidently. "You're Sam Winchester." She looks past Sam and at me. "and you're Riley, and you're..." she looks past me and at Dean. "Not what I pictured." She finishes, slightly disgusted. She looks back up at Sam and flashes a big toothy grin. "I'm Becky." She steps into the room. "I've read all about you guys, and I've even written a few--" She looks at the ground and chuckles, not bothering to finish. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."

"Chuck?" I ask, remembering his fake name on the cover of the books. Becky ignores this as Sam shuts the door.

"He's got a message but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology. The demon stuff was getting old. Anyways, he had a vision. The Michael Sword is on Earth. The angels lost it."

"The Michael Sword?" Dean asks.

"Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asks.

"In a castle on a hill made of 42 dogs."

"Forty-two dogs?" I mumble, lowering my eyebrows.

"Are you sure you got that right?" Sam asks.

"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." She says as she steps forward and puts her hand on Sam's chest again, looking up at him. "I memorized every word. For you." I raise my eyebrows. Sam stammers for a moment.

"Uh, Becky, can you quit touching me?" He asks as politely as possible.

"No." She says, her eyes closed as she feels Sam.