Cursed Intentions

Chapter 15

Dean enters the library with a wide crooked smirk on his face as he eyes Sam who is still at the table reading through more lore books. "Hey, Sammy."  He crosses the room sitting across from him grabbing the whiskey bottle and glass he left on the table and pours himself some into the glass.

"Hey, what took so long? You were in there for over an hour! Is Cas still out?" He eyes his brother, curious about the smile spread across his face. "I think I found something here. The Men of Letters found that some vampires have a venom that can cause hallucinations and increased ... appetites... for stuff. How Cas was fighting us, I think he might have been infected, Dean."

"Um, I think he's good now, he said he was feeling better. I think he got it out of his system." He nods with a grin, "He should be down in a few." He cocks an eyebrow bringing the glass to his mouth emptying the amber liquid down his throat. "Speaking of appetites, I'm starving." He leans back in his chair putting his feet up on the table. "Can we order some pizza?"

"That's good that he's feeling better, Dean,  but if he still has that venom in him, he could turn against us again. Are you sure it's a good idea to let him out of the cuffs?" Sam asks, worriedly.

Dean nods grabbing the bottle of whiskey again pouring more into his glass. "Yeah, Sam. He said he was good. Okay?" He sighs looking to the doorway for Cas before picking up his glass and taking a drink closing his eyes as the liquid reaches his stomach.

"Okay, Dean. Pizza also sounds good. You'll need a full stomach for all the questions you owe me answers to. Additionally, I have a few about what the hell happened today. Got it!?" Sam pins Dean with a stare, reaching for the pizza menu and his phone.

"Ask away, brother." Dean shrugs cocking an eyebrow at his brother as he picks up his glass and swishes the amber liquid around in it. He eyes Sam as he orders the pizza. "Bacon, for the love of God Sam, please tell them bacon." He closes his eyes as his stomach growls.

Dialing the number, Sam orders two pizzas, one with bacon and pepperoni, the other with vegetables and cheese. He orders a salad for himself. He hangs up the phone, looking at his brother. "Don't be so eager to answer. You may not like the questions I have to ask." Sam tips his head to him.

He raises his eyebrows challenging his younger brother, "And you might not like the answers." He chuckles as he empties his glass of whiskey into his mouth. He swallows hard setting the glass on the table firmly. He pushes himself away from the table getting to his feet. "I'm gonna go grab some beers, want one?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks, as soon as you get back, I'm starting the inquisition. So don't take too long," Sam almost pouts, realizing he let his brother get away and almost let him change the subject. He shakes his head, looking back into the book he was reading.

"Yeah yeah.." Dean waves his hand in the air at his brother as he makes his way to the hallway towards the kitchen. Grabbing three beers, he finds his way back to the library. "Here we go." He says as he sets two of the beers on the table and takes his seat again leaning back in his seat propping his feet up on the table. He twists off the cap to his beer and tosses it on the table.

"Dean? Two? For me? I don't two fist beers man," his eyes all for his brother.

"The other one is for Cas." He says simply cocking an eyebrow glancing at the entrance wondering what was taking Cas so long.

Wasting no time, Sam leans in towards Dean, keeping his voice low, just in case Cas decided to walk in. "So, what happened in the motel, Dean? Don't dodge the questions either." Sam tips his head to the side, waiting.

Dean takes a drink of beer a smirk playing at the edge of his lips, "What do you mean, a lot of things happened." He yawned softly, "You did research, I put off doing research. We talked about the Vamp nest." he shrugged.