Let Me Down Slowly Δ SPN [ 2 ]

chapter seventeen

Dean and Evie are on a walkway along a river and there's a bunch of snow. Dean is on the phone while Evie entertains herself with the snow. She made a tiny snowman, proudly pointing it out to Dean. She is currently making her fourth snow angel while Dean is still talking to Frank.

Frank hangs up on Dean when Sam walks up with coffee, newspaper, and a hot chocolate. He smiles slightly seeing Evie making a snow angel before turning his attention to his frustrated brother.

"He's a crazy son of a bitch." Dean states, referring to Frank.

"Frank?" Sam asks.

"You know, having a cranky total paranoid as your go to guy-- that's-- it's... I don't know what it is." Dean says.

"Isn't that what Bobby was?" Evie asks, sitting up.

"He wasn't that paranoid." Dean says. He looks and notices Sam's cup of coffee. "What, are you going for, like, the Guiness record of caffeine consumption? That's like your fifth this morning. Well, six if you count both." He says, referring to the second cup.

"Yeah, well, every time I close my eyes, Lucifer is yelling into my head. It's like I let him in once, now I can't get rid of him. And this..." He holds one of the cups up. "Is hot chocolate for Evie." He states, handing her the cup which she starts drinking out of.

"You know he's not actually..." Dean trails off.

"Yeah. Yeah, no. I know. Uh, try telling that to the volume control inside my brain." Sam says.

"Well, did you try the hand thing?" Dean asks.

"Yeah." Sam nods. "Anyway, long as I'm awake, check it out." Sam hands Dean the newspaper. "They're saying drugs, but read between the lines. Sounds like she danced her own feet off. Might be our kind of thing."

"Dancers. They are toe shoes full of crazy." Dean says.

"You-- and you would know this how?" Sam asks.

"Did you used to dance, Uncle Deanie?" Evie asks.

"What? No. I saw Black Swan. Twice. Hot tutu-on-tutu action? Come on, Sam. What's wrong with you?" Dean asks.

"Wow. The depths of your-- anyway, it's in Portland, a couple hours away. What do you think?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, dancers. Why not? Maybe you'll get some sleep on the way." Dean says.

"Yeah, maybe." Sam mutters, knowing he won't.

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Dean pulls into a parking spot and parks. He looks back, seeing the ballet shoes next to Evie.

"Hey. Didn't we put those in the trunk?" Dean asks and Sam looks back.

"H-how did they--"

"Cursed object, Sam." Dean states.

"Do they... look like they're... your size?" Sam asks.