Losing Lives / Book Six / The Life Series / Supernatural

There Will Be Blood

Sam, Dean and I were still in Rufus' cabin, daylight outside.

Sam was typing on his laptop at the table.

Dean was sitting on the sofa reading the notebook in which Kevin translated the word of God. "Okay, man, I have read this more times than the Playboy I found in Dad's duffel."

"Anna Nicole?" Sam asked.

"Anna Nicole," Dean answered. "Oh, the good, they die young, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed. It ain't getting any clearer."

"Okay," Sam told us. "Then what does it mean?"

"Uh..." I trailed off. "Cut off the head, and the body will flounder."

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"Okay," I said. "Well, I think we all agree that, uh, the head is Dick. Right?"

"Right," Sam agreed.

"So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff, and we mix ourselves a weapon," Dean told us. "End of story."

Dean took a drink from a beer bottle.

"Look, I'm all for killing Dick," Sam told us. "I'm just saying, what then? I mean, what about the rest of the leviathan? What, are they gonna just... drop dead?"

"I don't know," I told them. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Sam repeated. "'Maybe' is good enough for you right now?"

"One problem at a time, all right?" I asked.

"Okay," Sam told us. "But it's not a crazy idea to try and figure out what the catch is before we go crashing the gate."

"Maybe this is the catch," I told them. "God's not telling us every detail. You know? The word is from God. I don't know how much better it's gonna get."

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I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, spitting it into the sink.

The mirror in front of me misted over.

I exhaled. My breath was visible. I turned around to see Dad. "Hey, Dad. How you feeling?"

"Stronger than ever," Dad answered. I looked down. "Now, while you three have been chasing your tails, I've been thinking on that weapon."

"Wait a second," I told him. "Don't you think you should be saving your strength?"

"For what?" Dad asked.

"I'm just saying you might want to slow down," I told him. "You don't look so hot."

"I'm in the veil," Dad told me. "My Brad Pitt days are over. Now, the kid says that the only way to kill leviathan is with a bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen. It's got to be from a human as light and good as the leviathan are hungry and dark."

"Yeah, I know that, Dad," I told him. "Good luck with that."

"The rest is doable, and doable now," Dad told me. "You've already got the fallen angel blood. Now, next up is blood from the ruler of fallen humanity."

"Crowley," I told him.

"Right," Dad agreed. "Numero tres is the father of fallen beats. Which means you got to bleed an alpha."

"But they're all dead," I told him. "I mean, every one Sam and Dean found, they rounded up for Crowley, and then Cas whammied them all."

"Well, then, make this Cas' problem, too," Dad told me.