Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

Let It Be, Part 2

Schrodinger Hospital

Windom, Minnesota

The door to the morgue opened as the body bag had been wheeled in on the table. The body was left in the bag on the table as the two men who had brought it in started gettings chills down their spine.

"Let's get the hell out of here before he shows up," the first man said. "I do not like dealing with that guy."

"I know, right? And he was supposed to have been at the top of his class, too How's he end up down here?" the man's partner asked.

"Who cares? Oh, crap, I heard something, let's get out of here," the other man said as they quickly rushed out. The morgue attendant stepped out of the back room, seeing a fresh delivery waiting for him.

"Oh, goodie," the man said as he unzipped the bag. "Let's see who we have here."

Inside the bag was a young man, barely in his twenties. According to the report, he'd just dropped dead while jogging. The attendant just sighed as he got ready for the autopsy. Several hours later, the man finished his report, and just smiled down at the corpse.

"Well, my friend, it seems you were perfectly healthy barring that slight heart defect that was probably overlooked," the attendant said. "But the good news is that all of those organs you have inside of you are still very much healthy if I can get them on ice in time. Of course," Adam Milligan said as he pulled out a small bandsaw. "That'll just be our little secret."

*

Ben wiped the sweat from his brow as he continued digging up the second gravesite. He had his shirt wrapped around his waist as he continued digging. "Anything over on your end, Alfie?"

"No," Alfie said as he looked down into the hole where the half-naked Ben was sweating heavily. "There was nothing in the other grave."

Ben just looked up at Alfie, who was fully dressed and didn't have an ounce of sweat showing. "How the hell are you not sweating after digging a six-foot hole?"

"I don't sweat anymore. After all that time in Hell, the temperatures on Earth don't bother me," Alfie said.

"I hate you so much right now," Ben said as Alfie helped him climb out as the young Hunter sat down to rest. "So, someone raised Adam's mom from the dead. Do you think that angels did it?"

"It is possible, though I do not see the logic," Alfie told him. "If they brought her back, it would have been to convince Adam to say yes to Michael using him as a vessel. But Adam thought his mother was dead when he said yes."

"Then someone else is playing necromancer and we need to find out who," Ben said. "We need to find Adam and tell him what's going on. But first I'm going to clean up. I saw a water well nearby. Keep watch, I'll be back."

Ben walked over to the well and pulled up a bucket of water, staring down into his reflection as he cleaned himself. As he looked at the rippling reflection while washing off his face, he thought he saw a quick flash of something else in place of his own image.

"What the?" Ben asked as he suddenly passed out.

*

Adam was walking down his old street, looking at all the changes that had taken place since he died. Neighbors had moved, houses were renovated or had been torn down, and people had grown older. He was almost afraid to see what had become of his childhood home. As he approached his old house, he started to notice that nothing had changed.

The old house was still the same color; the grass was neatly trimmed with the garden getting ready to bloom, and his old basketball hoop was still hanging over the garage. That's when he noticed the name 'Milligan' on the mailbox.