Being Alone (D. Winchester)

2.67 Working With Crowley

Night. In the car. 

 Sam "All right. Exit's in 3 miles. "

Dean" I still say this is a bad idea."

Me "babe, it was your idea. "

Dean" I said it as a joke."

I nodded "It was a bad joke – but a good idea."

Dean nodded "Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book – nothing on how to find a freakin' righteous bone. "

Sam "We can call Castiel again. "

Dean froze, shaking his head "Dude, on my car, he showed up naked... covered in bees. "

Sam "Yeah, I'm not really sorry I missed that."

Me "I'm jealous you missed that"

 Dean turned on the radio. 

Man's Voice on Radio" ...The price of stock hit an all-time high following Roman's acquisition of Sucrocorp. I say Roman's a buy."

 Woman's Voice ON Radio" Got to disagree with you there. I'm gonna call him a "wait and watch." "

Man's Voice ON Radio "Come on, Lawshe. You're killing me. "

Woman's Voice ON "Radio Hear me out. This is a new sector for Roman. "

Man's Voice ON Radio" That's right. He's holed up at Sucrocorp headquarters right now."

 Woman's Voice ON Radio "So sit tight. This – "

Dean switched off the radio" Holed up at Sucrocorp, huh? "

I looked at him. 

Crypt. Night. 

We walked through the crypt. 

Dean" Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a friggin' nunnery crypt. "

Sam"All right. Here – listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23. "

Dean"Eh, it's a little young. Find someone who's had time to cook. "

Sam was reading from a large book "Okay, well, there was, uh... here – Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60. "

Dean" Sounds political. Power corrupts. "

Sam nodded " Right. Um... listen to this – Sister Mary Constant, 83 years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness. What do you think? "

Dean" Wow. I want to be more righteous just reading this. "

Sam  nodded " Exactly. "

Dean"All right, well, I lay odds on her. Here we go. "

He walked over to a plaque bearing the name of Sister Mary Constant"Well... let's bone this nun. "

I shot him a look.

Dean nodded "Sorry. "

He smashed the coffin with a mallet.

At Rufus' cabin. Day. 

 Dean tossed a lit match into a bowl. Flames rose and then died down. 

Crowley wasn't showing up. 

Dean "Is he trying to make a grand entrance or...? "

I shrugged " I don't know... "