Losing Lives / Book Six / The Life Series / Supernatural

Repo Man

Sam and Dean had told me about the time they had tortured a demon for the whereabouts of Lilith four years ago. It had been when we had been trying to save Dean from going to Hell.

Now, in the same city that this happened, killings exactly like the demon's were starting up again.

Sam and Dean were talking in Sam's motel room.

I was sitting in Dean's and mine, sitting on the bed, on the phone with Frank, messing with the rainbow giant slinky Dean had gotten me. "Thank God. Frank, what do you got for me? Frank, you're breaking up." I stood. "What do you mean, you can't find him? It's Dick Roman. Turn on CNN. Didn't you see him at that, uh, press conference in Phoenix? The bastard's everywhere. You sure? No, I—I—I don't..." Dean walked in. "I don't care that they've infiltrated the luxury boat industry, Frank. Great. Call Kanye."

I hung up.

"Frank's still stumped on Roman?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"You seem all too cool with letting us work this job and take care of unfinished business," Dean told me.

"Well, I'd rather be hunting leviathans, but I have to agree that the best thing for anybody is finish what you start," I told him. "I mean, if you don't, it'll eat at you, so..."

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"And I'm not stupid enough to go hunting leviathan on my own," I told him.

"Well, I would hope not," Dean told me.

"I mean, that's why I'm here, aren't I?" I asked. "You're scared that if I'm alone, I might very well be the next target on their list?"

"You're already on their list," Dean told me. "And you can't fight them on your own."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I guess it's just best to stick together instead of going off alone."

"You think?" Dean asked.

I smirked, chuckling. I let it fade, thinking. "I just... I can't wait until all of this is over, and they're gone. Not just for my dad, but for everyone. But I'm also not gonna let him die for nothing."

"I know that," Dean told me, sitting down next to me. "No one is. Although, I gotta say, you've got to be the most well-adjusted hunter I've ever met."

I looked at Dean, managing a small smile. I wiggled the slinky in my hands, making it shimmy. "Aren't you glad I'm a wife that's more impressed and happy with a giant slinky than a diamond necklace?"

"Oh, God, yes," Dean answered.

I smiled a small smile, looking at Dean for a moment, kissing him. Dean put a hand on my cheek, deepening the kiss. We laid back onto the bed.

~~~~~~

The radio receiver, police scanner, was on the desk.

Dean and I were in bed, sleeping, under covers.

A male voice on the scanner made me wake up. "This is Unit 32. Repeat, Unit 32." I opened my eyes. "We've got another one." I started to sit up. "That's a 187. Female Caucasian." Dean woke from the movement. "Maybe late 30s, at the Henley Auto-Wash."

Dispatch: "Unit 32, assistance is en route."

I turned on the bedside lamp.

Officer: "We got a real mess here, Dispatch."