Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Ragnarock

Dean:

This was for my brothers own good. That was what I kept telling myself as I heard him shouting for help. Khalilah was doing pull ups, looking a lot more relaxed, and like she'd made peace with something, while Bobby and I were just drinking whiskey. We all had different ways of relaxing. 

"How long is this gonna go on?" I asked him, Kali flipping over the bar carefully, the small gap between that at the bar and the ceiling perfectly sized for her to bend through. "And that is cool, by the way, Miss Flexible."

Bobby rolled his eyes at me as she came over, pulling a shirt of mine over her head, before curling up on my lap like a blue and blonde bunny rabbit, though really she was like my perfect little snow owl with how pale she was. "Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it." Then his phone rang and he answered it. "Hello." Brief pause. "...Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you."

OK, what was going on there? "What's up with Rufus?"

"He knows." Then it ran again he answered. "I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important." He listened to him for a moment, before getting a lot of shit up on his computer. "The news. The news ain't good."

Kali frowned, reading it faster than I could. "This is what Rufus called about? 'Key West sees ten species go extinct'."

He nodded at her as she took notes. Loved her little circular language, but I wished I could actually understand what the hell it said. "Yep. Plus Alaska. Fifteen-man fishing crew all stricken blind, cause unknown. New York, teacher goes postal, locks the door, kills exactly sixty-six kids. All this in a single day. I looked them up. There's no doubt about it. They're all seals. Breaking. Fast."

"How many are left?"

"Who knows? Can't be many. Where the hell are your angel pals? I mean, isn't Trenchcoat supposed to be watching you at all times, Kali?"

At which point she did some weird ass but adorable shrug thing with gangly arms. "You tell me. I'm clueless, Mr Singer."

"I'm just wondering." Then he frowned at her. "Dean, how the hell did you get her? She's polite, gorgeous and just a little out of your league."

I held my hands up in surrender. "Not a clue what strings I pulled, but I am sure as hell grateful."

My polite little English muffin frowned a little. "The apocalypse being nigh and all...is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't like this any more than you do, but Sam can kill demons." Bobby pointed out as she took a bite from her massive steak, still bleeding. "He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon."

Not a chance in hell, he was not worth it. My brother needed this, to get clean. "So what? Sacrifice Sam's life, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?"

But he just sighed, shaking his head. "Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it. I hate me for suggesting it. I love that boy like a son. All I'm saying is maybe he's here right now instead of on the battlefield because we love him too much."

Kali took my hand, taking me outside with her, where we started to call for Castiel. Which took nearly three hours, and Khalilah started to shiver like mad, the ground around us turning icy. My little snow owl. And when he finally turned up, I glared at him. "Well, it's about time. We've been screaming ourselves hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now."