Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Goodbye Bobby

Dean:

Oh, oh shit. Oh shit oh shit, Khalilah was driving, alert, Khalilah was driving. And lets just say, that I would rather have Seraphina driving me right now. "All right. Exit's in 3 miles." Sammy told her from the back as she struggled with the gear stick and it made a grinding noise.

"I still say this is a bad idea." I told them, gripping the handle tight, ready to bail the moment she nearly crashed. 

"Dean, it was your idea, and it was the best one any of us had." She told me, indicating to go off the highway.

You had to be freaking kidding me. "I said it as a joke."

My girlfriend just shrugged. "It was a bad joke – good idea."

"Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book – nothing on how to find a freakin' righteous bone." 

Sam spoke from the back again. "We can call Castiel again."

Yeah, that, that was never happening ever again. "Dude, on my car, he showed up naked... covered in bees."

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

"My brother is really needing a lot of pills to sort him out." My girlfriend muttered, nearly stalling the car as she slowed for a red light. "And you guys need to sort that, because I can't... I don't think I can trust myself around any of that shit."

I turned on the stereo, hoping that maybe the news would take my mind off the imminent danger we were in with Khalilah Holmes driving. Because she should never, and would never drive again. "...The price of stock hit an all-time high following Roman's acquisition of Sucrocorp. I say Roman's a buy."

They kept talking about it all, and I get annoyed and turned it off. "Holed up at Sucrocorp, huh?"

We all exchanged a look, before I had to grab the wheel, stopping us going off the road before Khalilah cleared her throat, trying to play it cool. "Maybe... Maybe I should let you take over at the next services..."

"Yeah, yeah that would be a good idea, Khalilah." So we swapped, and then we stopped off at a crypt for a nunnery, looking for the right type of bone. "Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a friggin' nunnery crypt." 

"All right. Here – listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23."

Kali shook her head. "Eh, it's a little young. Find someone who's had time to cook."

Sam looked at the book again. "Okay, well, there was, uh... here – Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60."

Yeah, no. "Sounds political. Power corrupts."

"Right. Um... listen to this – Sister Mary Constant, 83 years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness." He tried next as I read over his shoulder. "What do you think?"

That... That was a lot of kindness. "Wow. I want to be more righteous just reading this."

Kali nodded, finding the right place. "Exactly."

"All right, well, I lay odds on her. Here we go." I walked over to a plaque bearing the name of Sister Mary Constant. "Well... let's bone this nun." I had two people making faces at me. "Sorry."

Then I smashed open the coffin and took a bone before we got back to the cabin, where I was banished to the rest of the house as Kali started to do something in the kitchen, literally freezing us out. So we summoned Crowley. Who was a no show. "Is he trying to make a grand entrance or...?"