A Missed Shot

Chapter Ten

Dean walks by the door as Destiny's coming back from her trip to Limbo. He catches her eye. He asks if she's okay while raising an eyebrow.

Destiny rubs her eye and shuts off the radio alarm. "Yeah." She yawns. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay," Dean responds beginning to walk away. Before he was completely out if sight he backs up back into the doorway as if he had forgotten something. "Sam went out to get us some breakfast. He'll be back any moment. Just sit tight and clock in downstairs in about 10." He heads downstairs before Destiny could say anything back.

She lets out a heavy sigh before glancing around the room. Her head pounds as she looks at things that trigger her memory from the dream. Then Sam's words ring in her ears. After further inspection, turns out the mother was shot in the head. She slams a hand onto her head with a look of grimace on her face while grunting. She mumbles, "I didn't know, dammit."

A few moments pass by and she gets up out of bed. She goes to the bathroom to use it, brush her teeth and shower. While the shower is running she can distinctly hear two male voices coming from downstairs. It sounds like Sam and Dean. She focuses in on her hearing. The sound of the shower water quiets down.

". . .more research on Vergil and Dante's origins." She hears Dean's voice pick up. "In every family tree, Da—" she loses focus and the sound of the shower startles her.

"Fuck," she whispers.  She concentrates again.

". . .and with both amulets joined together with the blood of the siblings, the last—"

"C'mon." She regains focus one last time.

"All I'm sayin' is, I don't want Destiny to decide she wants to play God and find out she isn't fit for the role. All that power can kill her."

"What power," Destiny and Sam say simultaneously.

"Sam, I just told you. The am—" Her focus breaks.

"Dammit!" Destiny says that far louder than she intended. The voices downstairs quiet down to nothing.

She hears Sam calling out to see if she's alright. "You didn't drop the soap, did you?"

"No, jack hole, I'm fine," Destiny calls back out, rolling her eyes. She shuts off the shower water and wraps herself into a towel. She heads back into her room, shuts the door and drops the towel. Opening up the wardrobe, she inspects the outfits within. "Let's see here. So many choices. So little time." She picks out a brown sweater, blue jeans and brown Timberland boots before flipping her hair in the mirror and going downstairs to meet the brothers.

Dean shuts the laptop and pulls a rectangular box from under the table and puts it in front of her. It's made out of pure iron with the organization's insignia etched on the lid. The hinges look a tidbit rusty.

Pointing to it, Destiny asks, in her best Brad Pitt impersonation voice, "What's in the boooox?" She smiles but Dean and Sam look at her cluelessly. Meeting eye contact with them, her smile dies immediately. "Brad Pitt? Se7en? No?" They still stare wearing blank expressions as she clears her throat. She tones her voice normally "What the hell's in the box?"