Book 2
It's been a year since The Judgment Day.
A lot has changed since then.
Sam's trapped in the cage with Lucifer and Michael and nothing's been the same since that day.
And of course, a lot has changed between Dean and Elena.
Are they gonna...
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A few days later. Home.Night.
I walked downstairs into the living room and saw the brothers there.
I asked confused "Where's dad?"
Dean" In town, supply run. "
I looked out of the window and saw that it was raining like hell outside.
I raised my eyebrows and pointed outside"In this? "
Dean nodded " Yeah, man's a hero. We were officially out of hunter's helper. "
He gestured to the empty liquor bottle.
Suddenly Balthazar walked inside "Hello, boys, girl. You've seen "the Godfather," right?"
Dean " Balthazar-"
Balthazar "You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop? "
He looked through dad's desk and grabbed a container of salt and poured it into a bowl on dad's desk.
Dean raised his voice" Hey! "
Balthazar " "dead sea brine." good, good, good. You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?"
Dean said sternly " I said "hey." "
Balthazar looked at him "You did. Twice. Good for you. Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb. "
Suddenly he vanished and appeared in the kitchen in front of the fridge again "Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!"
I asked confused " Why are you talking about "the Godfather"?"
Balthazar vanished and reappeared in front of the desk again "Because we're in it -- right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone -- The archangel Raphael."
Dean" You mind telling us what you mean? "
Balthazar "No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. "
He emptied the contents of dad's desk drawer in the bowl "Yes. Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry. "
