Reckless and Brave

XCV. (95) Oh Death

[Two Minutes to Midnight]

Dean glared at his brother. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Dean--"

"...no, don't "Dean" me. I mean, you--both of you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this--Bobby d-did you know about this?"

"What?" Bobby asked.

"About Sam's genius plan to cram the devil down his throat." Bobby nodded. "Well, thanks for the heads up!"

"Hey, this ain't about me."

"You can't do this."

"That's the consensus."

"Alright. Awesome. Then, end of discussion."

While Dean talked to Cas, Holly grabbed a beer from the fridge and sighed. She didn't agree with Sam's plan to say yes to Lucifer, but she didn't see any other way. Aurora had told her that it would play out as so, she just hadn't seen Dean saying no to Michael.

Dean caught her attention and said, "We're moving out. You set?"

Holly nodded. "Cas have anything important to say?"

"Besides that his batteries are drained, no."

"So the DeLorean's run out of plutonium. Good to know. Hopefully he can get his mojo back."

They made their way outside the Salvage Yard. "Be careful." Bobby said.

Holly shot him a thumbs up and they drove to the Serenity Valley Convalescent Home. They watched the home from the Impala.

"So this is Dr. Evil's lair, huh?"

Sam shrugged. "It's kind of more depressing than evil."

"It's like a four-color brochure for dying young. Of course, to Pestilence, it's probably Dollywood in there."

"Great. A whole building full of people. We don't know who's human, who's demon, and who's Pestilence. So what do we do?"

"Hang on."

They walked inside and Dean said to a security guard, "Hey. Hi. Uh, my cousin and I are looking for our Nana. Uh, her name is Eunice Kennedy."

"Go around front and see the nurse." The security guard said.

Holly smiled. "Please, sir. Help us out. She's about my height, maybe a little smaller, has gray hair, and wears diapers."

She decked the security guard, knocking him out. Sam turned to Dean. "Eunice Kennedy?"

"That's the beauty about improv, Sammy." Dean replied. "You never know what's gonna come out of your mouth. Nice job knocking him out, H."

She nodded and yawned.

Sam continued, "So what are--" He noticed his siblings drifting off to sleep and tapped Dean's arm and Holly's leg. "Hey. What are we even looking for?"

In a tired voice, Holly answered, "It's Pestilence. I'd assume he looks sick."

"Everybody looks sick." He pointed at a distortion on the screen. "Hey."

Dean smirked. "Oh, now we're talking."

They rounded a corner and found the bodies of the doctor and nurse. Sam coughed up blood. "Ugh...Must be getting close."

"You think?" Dean retorted, sinking to the floor.

Holly clumsily grasped at the wall before falling to the floor.