Carry on Wayward Son

14. Good Times

[Last Holiday]

"Cuthbert Sinclair," Dean said.

"Welcome to the collection, Dean, Natalia," Cuthbert told them.

"He designed most of the warding that keeps the bunker safe," Sam informed.

"Formal separation from the Men of Letters, 1956," Dean read.

"He missed the massacre."

Indistinct shouting sounded.

Sam continued. "According to Dad's journal... Abaddon is a Knight of Hell."

"Hello, boys. Hello, girl," Billie greeted. "God is extinguishing galaxies. We need to be prepared."

"Feels like we're taking a big, probably stupid risk. It feels good."

"The first quest was meant to strengthen Jack's body. Step two, Jack needs to find the Occultum."

""The Occultum must be in you,"" Castiel said.

"Leave me alone!" Jack yelled.

"His soul is back."

Jack cried and whispered, "Please forgive me."

INT. BUNKER

Sam and Dylan were doing research and had books at the table in the bunker library. Henry was sitting on Dylan's lap, sucking his thumb.

A loud clanking sounded.

Natalia entered, holding a scared Joanna.

Dean entered shortly after, wearing an apron, and asked, "You guys hear that?"

"What's with the apron?" Sam and Dylan asked.

Dean glanced down. "Uh. Burgers. Yeah, but the pilot light keeps going out. It's, like, the third time this week. I mean, between that and the -- hot water..." he threw his hands into the air. "I thought this place was supposed to be state-of-the-art."

"It was, in the '50s," Sam replied.

Dean considered his brother's words. "Hmm. Yeah." He started to leave and turned back. "Uh, Jack come out of his room yet?"

Dylan let out a sigh. "No. But, can you blame him?"

Sam nodded. "His soul's back, you know? Everything's hitting him -- everything he's done, everything he has to do, Amara..."

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Well, I mean, even Billie said it -- to kill Chuck, you got to kill Amara, too."

"Yeah. Cas and Rae are still looking, but you know what?" Sam ruffled his hair. "Say -- Say one of their angel contacts does find her. What then?"

"Then we do what we gotta do."

The clanking sounded again and Joanna burrowed herself into her mother. Henry cuddled into Dylan and whimpered.

Natalia looked around. "Okay, guys, we seriously need to figure this out. Henry and Joanna are scared, and I sure as hell don't want my children scared to be living here."

The circulation fan stopped.

"Oh, come on," Dean complained. "Now the air?"

The four adults let out a sigh before Dean said, "All right. Well, let's go." He set down the spatula and began taking off the apron. "Nat, you stay here with the twins. I don't want them anywhere near something that might hurt them."