Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Princess Leia on a D20

Khalilah:

Cassy was back, my brother... But now we also had to deal with yet more Leviathan shit, alongside the fact that Bobby was a ghost. There was a lot of shit going on right now, and I really didn't know how to deal with any of this, beyond beating the crap out of a punch bag, while the boys did research about some Eternal dig sights.

"So, Nora didn't see any pattern to the dig sites either." Sam told us, hanging up his phone as I kept fighting, feeling angrier than I ever had. "Khalilah, hey, slow down, you're gonna rip it off the wall."

The younger Winchester say down and Dean sighed, sitting n the arm next to him. "Yeah, 'cause they got nothing in common. And leave her, unless you want to be the punch bag, dude."

Whatever, idiot. You were the one who refused to let me stay near him. "I got nothing from local lore 50 miles in every direction of all of them. I mean, it's like they're just vacant lots of mud. What's Dick looking for?"

At which point Dean took a drink from his flask and the light flickered before Bobby appeared and we all aimed weapons at him. "Hey, hey, go easy, you idjits. Sorry for the jump scare."

"So how does this work, huh?" I asked him, apprehensive as I lowered my staff. "Deany leave the cap off and you just genie your way out?"

"I wish it were that easy. The thing –" He flickered for a moment before coming back. "Damn it. It's hard to stay focused. I'm still kind of worn out."

Dean nodded, wrapping his arms around me from behind, but I brushed him off, because I was fucking sweaty, and also, I was mad at him, and making him beg for forgiveness like a wounded puppy was the only entertainment right now. "You've been pretty busy for a dead guy."

"All right. Listen. I-I don't know how long before my next ghost nap, so let's just skip to the skinny – those numbers I gave you." Bobby told us as I wiped my face with a towel.

Um, seriously? "The empty lot in Cheeseville?"

"Yeah, well, it ain't gonna be empty for long." He agreed, making me sigh, closing my eyes as I pictured that red head again, this time dancing in a lift. Who the hell were you, cutie? "I got a gander at Dick's big plan, right before he Lincolned me. They're breaking ground – what month is this?"

Didn't you know? Honestly? "April. Hence the rain."

Which he now sighed about. "Ground's broke." Shit. "They're building as we're yammering. Check it out yourself. It's all right. I mean, you guys missed it because you've been kind of busy killing ghosts the past few days, and Khalilah's been in and out like a jack in the box, going to see Cas. But Dick is about to get into the Soylent Green business." Never heard of it, and I knew nearly everything. "That site'll show you they're building a biotech lab, right?"

The laptop screen showed Geothrive's "Standard plans for an efficient slaughterhouse" as Sammy got it up. "Biotech my ass. That sucker is a state-of-the-art slaughterhouse. And we're the beef."

But that didn't make an sense. "Don't you think that's a little bold, even for Dick?"

"I bet you no one will even notice 'cause first, he's gonna dumb us all down with Turducken-style munchies." It was official, I was making myself a farm and starting to make my own food from scratch. Let's just say its a good thing that Aunt Ash and Uncle Arc knew how to cook, because no one else in the TARDIS did. "Make us docile."

"Yeah, we haven't been to Biggerson's since that whole fiasco." Sam pointed out.

Um, actually, I was finding rather a lot more out on my own, with my tablet, fully repaired by my amazing cousin. "He's bought a list of joints 10 pages long, more than Biggerson's."