Wake Me Up When the Bad Life Ends / Book Seven / The Life Series / Supernatural

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In the bunker's library, I set files and books onto the table.

Sam and Dean were standing nearby.

"Please tell me that's everything," Sam told me.

"Yeah," I told them, chuckling. "No, not even close. You see, the Men of Letters kept files on every demonic possession for the last 300 years. I mean, we've got Borden, Lizzy, all the way to Crane, Ichabod."

Sam nodded. "Ah."

"How you feeling?" Dean asked.

"Honestly, um, my, uh, my whole body hurts," Sam answered. "I feel nauseous and like I'm starving at the same time, and everything smells like rotting meat."

"I've had that hangover," Dean told him. "Jaeger, man. Maybe you should, uh, take a break. Get some air."

"Dean, the only thing that's gonna make me feel better is finishing this," Sam told him.

"All right," Dean told him. "Well, I'll go get you some grub, keep your strength up."

Dean walked toward the door.

Castiel walked in. "Morning." Dean brushed Castiel off, walking past him. Castiel looked a bit hurt. "I like this bunker. It's orderly."

"Oh, give us a few months," I told him. "Dean wants to get a ping-pong table."

"I've heard of that," Castiel told us. "It's a game, right?"

Castiel sat down, groaning in pain.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"My wound isn't healing as quickly as I'd hoped," Castiel told us. "But I am getting better." He looked at Sam. "And you're getting worse."

"Well, two trials down, one to go," Sam told us.

"And the final test, do you--do you know what it is?" Castiel asked.

"He has to cure a demon," I answered.

"Of what?" Castiel asked, chuckling.

"That's what we're trying to figure out," I told him.

Dean walked in with a plate and an open beer. "Soup's on. There we go." He took a drink. "I think this is, uh... Oh, it's still good."

Sam gave the plate and the beer to Sam.

"A half-drunk beer, jerky and three peanut-butter cups?" Sam asked skeptically.

"Yeah, we're--we're running a little low," Dean told us. "I'll make a run."

"Dean, I can go with you," Castiel told him, standing. Dean didn't answer. Castiel hesitated. "Dean. I'm sorry."

"For what?" Dean asked.

"For everything," Castiel answered.

"Everything?" Dean repeated. "Like, uh... Like ignoring us?"

"Yes," Castiel answered.

"Or like bolting off with the angel tablet, then losing it, 'cause you didn't trust me?" Dean asked. "You didn't trust me?"

"Yes," Castiel answered guiltily.

"Yeah, nah, that's not gonna cut it," Dean told him. "Not this time. So you can take your little apology and you cram it up your ass."

"Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing," Castiel told him.

"Yeah, you always do," Dean told him.

I looked up from my book, clearing my throat. "Hey, uh, do we have a room 7B?"

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