Sitting in the main room, I feed watch as Mary downs the last of her fruit. I can't help but be slightly awed at how much she has grown, feeding herself now. She's so smart and such a happy child. She's one of the only reasons I have some energy in amongst all this weakness.
Sam sits at the table looking through some of the Men of Letters files on demon possessions. We're attempting to make sense of the last trial, to try and figure what it is and if we can do it. Dean walks back I to the room, files in hand and Sam looks over to him, "Please tell me that's everything."
"Yeah." Dean days before chuckling and shaking his head, "No, not even close. See, the Men of Letters kept files on every demonic possession for the last 300 years. We got uh, Borden, Lizzie, all the way to Crane, Ichabod."
He hands them over to Sam, who takes them and adds them to the pile. My head begins to ache and I grown, leaning forward and resting my head in my hands.
"How're you feeling?" Dean asks, concerned.
"Honestly?" I ask, looking between him and Sam, "My whole body hurts. I feel nauseous and like I'm starving at the same time. And everything smells like rotting meat. It's basically like I'm pregnant again."
Dean looks slightly taken aback and I roll my eyes, "Relax, I'm not."
"Maybe you should take a break, get some air." Sam suggests snd I shake my head, "The only thing that is going to make me feel better is finishing this."
"All right. Well I'll go get you some grub. Keep your strength up." He says and I nod my head.
Dean turns and begins to make his way to the kitchen when Castiel stops at the entrance to the room from the library, "Morning."
Dean ignores him and heads to the kitchen. Cas looks after him disappointedly before straightening up and stepping into the room, "I like this bunker. It's orderly."
"Well, give us a few months, Dean wants to get a Ping-Pong table." Sam mutters and I roll my eyes at my husband's antics.
"Heard of that. It's a game right?" Cas asks, before leaning forward against the back of the chair, letting out a groan.
"You okay?" I ask, worried for my friend.
"My wound isn't healing as quickly as I'd hoped." He murmurs, cradling his stomach. He pulls the chair out and takes a slow sear, wincing at the movement, "But I am getting better. And you're getting worse."
"Well, two trials down, one to go." I say, letting out a cough as I lean back in my chair.
"And the final test, you know what it is?" Cas asks, curiousness in his eyes.
"I have to cure a demon." I state and he grows confused, "Of what?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out." Sam says, gesturing around to the food on the table.
"Soups on." Dean announces.
I look over and see him carrying a tray towards me, placing in down on the table, "Here we go."
I look down at the tray, taking in its mediocre contents. I raise an eyebrow and look to him, "A glass of water and um, jerky and three peanut butter cups?"
"Yeah, we're running a little low..." He murmurs and I give him a look. He nods his head, "I'll make a run."
Turning, he reaches over and grabs his jacket as Cas rises to his feet, looking towards him, "Dean, I can go with you."
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Fortitude || Book 2 of 'Reawakening Series'
Fanfiction"I'll always love you Dean, from now to the end of time." Addison and Dean have finally granted their opportunity to start the life they've always dreamed of having. They've had settled into their new lives, finally finding some semblance of happin...
