Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Close to Tears

Dean:

Stupid, stupid books, why couldn't you tell me where she was?! I needed to find Abaddon and end this. "Hey."

I barely glanced at my brother, while my wife was currently sprawled out asleep on the closest armchair, covered in charcoal drawings of black eyes. We already knew were were hunting Demons, baby. "Hey."

"You catch any shut-eye last night? Like your wife currently is?" I shook my head. "Guess I'm driving, then."

"Driving where?"

He shrugged. "Caught wind of a case online. A 1st-grade teacher came home and killed her husband."

There was a potential reason for that. "Well, maybe she snapped. Ankle biters can do that to you." Which was why Kali and I only ever wanted one. Not that we were likely to ever get her.

"Dude, she pounded him, into ground chuck."

I wasn't overly interested in this. "So, what are you thinking?"

My brother was still stood next to me. "Best guess -- possession."

There was too much stuff here for me to be doing. "Why don't you go?"

Then I walked away, looking through a file folder. "Dean, look. I want to find Abaddon, too, but we've been combing through this stuff for days. You haven't even paid attention to the fact that her sickness is back, you know the whole stress, throwing up everything you eat thing?"

"Well, maybe we missed something. And I noticed, but she won't talk to me at the moment, she's angry that I got the Mark without asking her." I replied, not looking at her sleeping form, or my brother.

"And maybe there are better ways to spend our time than just spin our --"

Could you just let me work?! "Maybe we don't have time!"

This threw him and he was silent for a moment before speaking. "What's up with you?" I didn't answer, reading silently. "See, because ever since you killed Magnus, you've been acting... sort of...obsessed. And she's terrified, you can't see it, but she is. Crowley has something over her, somehow she does."

There was no way that Crowley was ever going to get anything from her. "Well, maybe because I want an end to all this. Maybe because if we find Abaddon, then Crowley ponies up the First Blade, and we kill her and him both. So, what you call being "obsessed," I call doing my job."

"Okay, um... I get it, Dean. I'm just checking in." Yeah, sure, but I didn't need it. "All right. Hit me up if you find anything."

He left the room, and I paused for a moment, closing my eyes before pulling a large bottle of bourbon, something I hid from my ex-alcoholic wife as it was her favourite, and took a long drink. Then I carefully picked up my wife, and carried her to our room, laying her down on the bed and tucked her in, and went back to do more research.

And I didn't even realise I drank all the bourbon until Sam called, and I hesitated before answering on speaker. "How's Mrs. Manson doing?"

"Dead. Hung herself in her cell." Oh, now that was a nice image.

"Lovely. The demon smoke out?"

He sighed, sounding older, less like the little brother. "If it was a demon. I mean, there was no sulfur, no EMF anywhere. And everyone who saw her just before she gutted her husband said she was totally fine."

Seriously, this was not a case, it was pointless. "What are you still doing there? This sounds like a case of the crazies to me."

"Well, if nothing kicks up by morning, I'm out of here. How's the research going? Is Kali awake yet?"