Reckless and Brave

LVII. Wanted Dead or Alive (Part I)

[No Rest For The Wicked]

Dean turned to the door, seeing his sibling walk in. "Dig up anything good?"

Dean closed the book and shook his head a little, not looking up. "No." He cleared his throat. "Nothing good."

"Well, Bobby has. Finally."

Holly smiled. "Yeah. We got a way to find Lilith."

Dean frowned. "Oh. With just uh--" He looked at his watch. "Thirty hours to go." He smiled. "Hey, why don't we just make a TJ-run, yeah? You know...some senoritas, cervezas, uh, we could...What's Spanish for "donkey show"?"

Sam snickered. "So if we do save you...Let's never do that."

"Yeah..." He looked down on the books as Sam and Holly sat down, Sam next to him.

"Hey, Dean." Sam said with a sigh. "Look, we're cutting it close, I know. But we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to hell. Holly and I aren't gonna let you. We draw. Everything's gonna be okay."

Dean looked at Sam, seeing a distorted face before Sam appeared again. He glanced at Holly, and the same thing happened. "Yeah, okay."

Bobby placed an old tracking device over a map. He glanced up. "So you need a name, that's the whole kit and caboodle. With the right name, right ritual, ain't nothing you can't suss out."

"Like the town Lilith's in?" Sam asked.

"Kid, when I get done, we'll know the street."

Bobby began the ritual. He started the swing for the pendulum and chanted in Latin. The siblings watched as the pendulum searched over the map until it stopped. "New Harmony, Indiana."

Dean looked up at Bobby from the map as Bobby said, "And we have a winner."

"Alright." Sam said pushing the pendulum away before looking at Bobby. "Let's go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on." Dean protested. "Let's all shut up there, Tex."

Sam frowned. "What's the problem?"

"What's the problem? Come on, where do I begin? I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith holds my deal. We're going off of Bela's intel? Now when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked. Okay. Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike? Should I continue?"

"Ain't you just bringing the house down." Bobby commented.

"Yeah, well, it's a gift."

Sam frowned at his brother. "I'm sorry, so then what are we supposed to do, Dean?"

"Just cause I gotta die doesn't mean you have to, okay? Either we go in smart or we don't go in at all."

"Okay, fine. If that's the case, I have the answer."

"You do?"

"Yeah. A sure-fire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get us a bona fide demon-killing ginsu."

"Damnit, Sam, no." Dean said, turning away from Sam and walking forward a few steps.

"We're so past arguing. Dean, I am summoning Ruby."

Holly shook her head. "That's not a good idea."

"The hell you are!" Dean yelled. "We have enough problems as it is."

"Exactly." Sam replied, walking up to his brother. "And we've got no time and no choice either."

"Come on man, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay? She told you that she could save me, huh--lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention, oh right--Lilith owns my soul!"