Being Alive ( D.W)

New King Of Hell

A month later. At the bunker. In the kitchen. 

I walked into the kitchen and smiled a little "Sammy?"

Sam turned to me smiling "hey"

I rushed to him and hugged him. 

He hugged me back. 

Me "How was Atlanta?"

Sam "It was, uh... It was a bust. The woman who claims she saw an "angel"... was...Let's just say I think she had one too many hits of the brown acid, you know?"

I sighed "
Sam, we're gonna find him. Ketch is working that thing in London. Castiel is in Detroit. I know it's been three weeks since Dean...  Something will break. It has to."

Sam nodded, yawning.

Me "Have you slept? At all. Sam, you need to rest. Go and lay down."

Sam sighed "Len, i am fine"

I shook my head "no, you're not"

Sam "well, i am in a better condition than you are in"

I shot him a look. 

Sam "how's Jack?"

I let out a deep breath "hanging in there"

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I walked into Jack's room and saw him sitting on the bed. 

Me "hey "

Jack "hey"

Me "I, uh... chatted with Bobby."

I sat down on the bed "He said you may have had a rough day today."

Jack "It was fine."

I sighed " Jack I know this must be so hard. Without your grace, without your powers, it's a lot, I'm sure. But you can get past this. I know you will. I have faith in you, Jack. And I believe in you. "

Jack looked at me. 

I put a hand on his hand and smiled a little. 

He gave me a soft smile.