Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Magnus

Mrs Khalilah Winchester

Dean and I were lying together on our bed, using a headphone splitter to listen to his record player before it turned to static, the lights flickering slightly. We both carefully got to our feet, walking into the hallway, we started to shout for Sam as all the signs for ghosts started to appear; cold, moving objects, flickering lights... "Sam!"

"Dean? Kali?!" There was a pause and we heard him running as I grabbed my new staff, a wedding present from Death, and twirled it defensively, the Enochian and Gallifreyan sigils starting to blur softly as the lights continued to flicker. "Dean? Kal?" He ran into the room we were in, and went to grab a sword to fight a self spinning chair before Dean blew it to bits with a shotgun, the apparition disappearing before it could fully form. "So..."

"Yep. Bunker's haunted." I nodded, holding my husbands hand. Oh, Stars and Moons and everything right with the universe. Husband...

So we got to work packing more rock salt rounds at the kitchen table, while Dean did a check around the bunker with the EMF reader, but not much was going on as he came back, kissing the top of my head and took over what I was doing, letting me look at the ring I forged for him myself, having to go to the sun to reach the temperature needed to melt it. "How is this possible?" He asked his brother. "I thought you said this was the safest place on the planet."

He shook his head, still packing the rounds. "Look, I know nothing got in. I mean, the bunker is warded and sigiled from top to bottom. There's no way something came in from the outside."

That made sense, I guess. "Okay, so whoever's haunting us died here."

"What, dead man of letters?"

Deany shook his head now, moving me aside to sit down and then pulled me onto his lap like a doll. "No, that doesn't track. I mean, we're the first people to occupy this place in 50 years. Why would a ghost wait so long to get its spook on?"

Please, please, no... "Must have been a more recent death."

My husband stiffened underneath me. "No."

"How can you be so sure?" Sammy asked, still not completely forgiving us for letting Gadreel into his burnt mind, but at least he was talking to us, and he'd been there for the wedding.

"Because we burned his body myself, okay? It's not him."

This honestly doesn't mean anything, Dean. "Okay, so we cremated him. We cremated Bobby, too, and he came back."

He kissed my neck softly, hiding his face in my hair. "Sammy, Kali, I'm telling you -- this ghost, it's not Kevin."

Suddenly the coffeemaker next to us started going crazy with lights flashing on and off and the digital clock speeding through different numbers. "Kevin?" I asked carefully, before jumping with a yelp as the coffee mug, my special coffee mug that didn't let it go cold, exploded. "Ooh."

We did another sweep of the bunker as Sam kept watch before I came in, my guilt over Kevin coming back in full now that I knew he was stuck, far away from peace and eternal rest. "Anything?"

"Eh, a couple of dings. A little EMF activity, but mostly...silence."

"So, he's back in the veil." I nodded, playing with my wedding ring.

Little Winchester, my now official brother in law, nodded. "I guess so. Fumbling to break through. I mean, you got to figure it took Bobby months to make contact."

He'd only been dead a few weeks. "Kevin's only... He's new at this."

"Right." He stood up from the table. "All right, you're up."