Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

I'm In

Dean:

"Said you had a good feeling about that one." I told my brother as we headed out of the woods, my wife waiting at the car, her hair still tied up. Why? She hated it off her face.

"Yeah, well, it seemed like a solid lead, Dean." He replied as we reached her. "Only a soulless psycho would kill the family cat."

Where had you been recenthly? People were just freaks in general. "Yeah, unless the family cat decides to take a nap in the dryer. You know, we've been here since Monday and still haven't found another legit victim. Maybe Amara moved on or stopped feeding altogether."

We were not following the voices in your head, moron. "Well... finding her victims is still the best shot we got at finding her."

"Not actually true."

Which made Khalilah stare at him over the Impala. "Oh, what? You think he's ready? He's had a pretty rough go of it lately. He's happy looking after Aisling, and we can't get anyone else to watch her because she freaking killed her last babysitter."

"Which one of us hasn't?" What, killed our babysitter? Because I'm fairly sure that was just Aisy. "Seems insane to leave our one and only angel friend on the bench."

My wife sounded a little pissed, but nodded. "I'll call him."

"Thank you."

She dialled him, and I stayed nearby, listening to what he was saying, and so I could tell Ais her daddy missed her. "Hi."

"Cassy. How you doing, bro? Where's Aisling?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Aisling is having a nap, we had a fun morning of baking things for her to give to homeless people in the city, that she then pushed through a portal with a note." She was really my little baker, that girl. 

"Find anything on Metatron?"

Cas hesitated a moment. "Um, nothing on angel radio. Aisling doesn't like me trying, says it hurts her ears."

OK... This was not sounding good. "How long's it been since you left the bunker? Like, even just to take Aisling for a walk?"

"Oh, why would I leave? I've got everything I need right here, even company." Aisling was 2, she wasn't really a proper conversation yet.

"Wait. Is that -- are you watching "Jenny Jones"?"

Which it was, and she was really getting annoyed with that. "It's a rerun. She's just about to announce the paternity results." Pause. "Jenny, he is not ready to be a father."

I rubbed my eyes wearily. This was ridiculous. "Okay. I-I-I thought you were going with socially acceptable binge watching. Uh, you know, "The Wire," "Game of Thrones." Arrow, Flash."

"Yeah, well, a man can't live on caviar alone, Dean. I have to watch, Peppa Pig, and the Tweenies as well, but she's asleep so I don't have to now."

"Well, you sound weird, okay? Bad weird." Kali told him, her blonde hair perfectly washed and combed, apart from a chunk in the centre. "Now, I've been down this road before. I have heard the siren's song from the idiot box, and I'm telling you, whatever you're looking for, you won't find it in there. So do me a favor. Turn off the TV. Go outside and get some air, there's a pram of Aisling's, take her for a walk. I know you miss Suzy, but we're in the dark here, pal. I need you back in the game, okay?"

Then she hung up, and we looked at Sam who was hanging up on someone else. "What's up?"

He looked a little hesitant. "That was Detective Madsen. Remember our friend Len?"