Losing Lives / Book Six / The Life Series / Supernatural

Survival of the Fittest

I was driving my car.

Dean was in the passenger seat.

Sam was in the backseat. "All right. Exit's in 3 miles."

"I still say this is a bad idea," I told them.

"Ness, it was your idea, and it was the best one any of us had," Dean told me.

"I said it as a joke," I told them.

"It was a bad joke, good idea," Dean told me.

"Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book, nothing on how to find a freaking righteous bone," I told them.

"We can call Castiel again," Sam told us.

"Dude, on my car, he showed up naked... covered in bees," I told him.

"Yeah, I'm not really sorry I missed that," Sam told us.

Dean turned on the radio.

There was a man's voice on the radio. "...The price of stock hit an all-time high following Roman's acquisition of Sucrocorp. I say Roman's a buy."

There was a woman's voice on the radio. "Got to disagree with you there. I'm gonna call him a 'wait and watch.'"

"Come on, Lawshe. You're killing me."

"Hear me out. This is a new sector for Roman."

"That's right. He's holed up at Sucrocorp headquarters right now."

"So sit tight. This-"

Dean turned the radio off. "Holed up at Sucrocorp, huh?"

Sam, Dean and I exchanged a look.

~~~~~~

We got to a nunnery crypt, looking at a packet of everyone who was in here.

"Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a freaking nunnery crypt..." Dean trailed off.

"All right," Sam told us. "Here. Listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23."

"Eh, it's a little young," I told him. "Find someone who's had time to cook."

"Okay, well, there was, uh... here," Sam told us. "Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60."

"Sounds political," I told them. "Power corrupts."

"Right," Sam agreed. "Um... Listen to this. Sister Mary Constant, 83 years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness." I looked at the records, reading over the biography. "What do you think?"

"Wow," I told them. "I want to be more righteous just reading this."

"Exactly," Sam told us.

"All right, well, I lay odds on her," Dean told us. "Here we go." He walked over to a plaque bearing the name Sister Mary Constant. "Well... let's bone this nun." Sam made a face. I tilted my head at Dean. "Sorry."

Dean smashed the coffin with a mallet.

~~~~~~  

The next day, in Rufus' cabin, we did the summoning spell for Crowley.

I tossed a lit match into the bowl.

The flamed rose, dying down.

Sam, Dean and I looked around.

"Is he trying to make a grand entrance, or..." Dean trailed off.