The Good Life (Book 11, The Life Series, Supernatural)

The Foundry

It was early morning in the Bunker.

Sam, Dean and I were in the kitchen, sitting at the table, researching, eating breakfast.

Dean was holding Aiden, feeding him.

Sam looked at us, talking about Amara. "How is she?"

"She's been sleeping awhile," I answered. "She's been home for just two days. Give her some time."

"All right, so what have you found out on Her Majesty Secret suckbags?" Dean asked.

"Well, I turned the Bunker upside down looking for any reference whatsoever to the British Men of Letters, and all I found was this letter tucked into an old ledger from the London Chapterhouse," I told them, unfolding the letter.

"Okay, well, that's something," Sam told us.

"Yeah, uh, not so much," I told them, showing them the redacted letter.

Sam took the letter to look at, but unable to read all of it.

"Awesome," Dean told us sarcastically. Castiel appeared in the doorway. "Morning, sunshine. Want some coffee?"

"No, thanks," Castiel answered. "I have to go."

Castiel walked out, leaving.

Sam, Dean and I exchanged a look, standing, following him into the hallway with Aiden.

Sam and Dean spoke together. "Cas?"

"Cas, wait up," I told him.

"Hey," Sam told him. "Wait a second."

Castiel turned to face us.

"Where you off to?" Dean asked.

"Cleveland, Ohio," Castiel answered.

"For what?" Sam asked.

"I think we may have a lead on Lucifer," Castiel told us. "I found a police report in Cleveland about a man who's eyes flared a glowing red. It could be Lucifer in a new body."

"All right, yeah, that sounds like something," Dean told us. "We should check it out."

"No," Castiel told us. "The Devil is free because of me. Finding him is my responsibility."

"Cas, you're gonna want some backup on this," Sam told him.

Castiel sighed. "If it is him, I will call you. In the meantime, I think you're needed here."

Castiel walked out, leaving.

"What the hell was that about?" Dean asked.

"Mary and Amara," I answered.

We walked into the kitchen.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "I know that Amara's going through a hard time, but Mom's fine."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked. "I heard them walking around all night last night. I mean, don't you think they seem a bit... withdrawn?" We sat at the table. "You know? Shaky?"

"Of course they're shaky," Dean told us. "Mom hasn't been on this planet since Jane Fonda was wearing leg warmers, and Amara just got released by the Darkness. All they need is a little R&R. You know, some good family time. They'll be aces."

Sam sighed. "Yeah."

Amara and Mary walked in.

Mary had a shorter haircut.

Sam and Dean spoke together. "Hey."

"Hey," Mary told us.

"Morning," I told them.