This is the twenty-third story in my series. I'm insane.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Supernatural world. I am just playing in their sandbox.
Ringing….
Ringing….
More ringing….
"What the fuck?"
Inhaling and lifting her head off the pillow, Lou looks next to her in bed. With the sunny morning, she can easily see that she's alone. It's Sunday and it doesn't surprise her. Sam is an earlier riser these days now that they have a home and a routine. He runs every damn morning. Lou gave up on every day running years ago. She's in great shape, has been since Purgatory, so she runs a couple times a week with him.
Today isn't one of those days.
With her hangover hitting her hard as she wakes, it was a rough night at her bar last night, she tries to open her eyes enough to find her cell phone on the nightstand. She searches blindly, hearing a book drop to the carpet in her bedroom when she knocks it off accidentally, before finding it.
One look at the screen has her confused. The area code is from her home state of Massachusetts. She doesn't receive calls from there very often these days.
Curious, she answers the call and brings the phone to her ear. She flops onto her back, head nestled into her pillow once more, and closes her eyes. In a groggy voice she greets, "Yeah?"
"Uh… Lou?"
"Yep, that's me," she confirms for the clearly hesitant guy on the other end. Assuming it's a fellow hunter, she asks through a yawn, "What you got for me?"
"I, uh… Lou I need your help."
Opening her eyes, she wrinkles her forehead as she looks at the ceiling of the bedroom. That voice is familiar. "Okay… who is this?"
"Louie, it's me."
Louie. There's only one other person still alive outside of Lizzy that calls her that. And this mystery caller just called her that.
Back upright and sitting up bolt straight with the realization, Lou inhales deeply once. "Holy shit. Derek?"
"It's me," her brother tells her, his tone a bit shaky. "I need help, Louie… and I'm pretty sure only you can help me."
"Where are you?" Lou asks, her voice automatically getting serious when she knows her one and only little brother is in trouble.
"In my apartment," he tells her.
"Where's that?" Her heart is beating wildly as she tries to focus and figure out what to do.
"Somerville," he answers quickly. "I locked the door but Lou… something's after me. I know it."
"How do you know?" Lou asks, getting out of bed. She pulls on some sweatpants and a t-shirt as she talks, putting the call on speaker phone.
"I just…." She hears the sigh of true doubt on the other line as he pauses. "I keep seeing people… uh, it's hard to explain."
"Well, try," Lou directs, her feet already pounding down the stairs of her home to find Lizzy.
"It's like I'm being followed or something."
"How so?" Lou asks as she sprints into the kitchen, hearing people down that way, as Derek explains. "How do you know for sure you're being followed?" She keeps him talking as she snaps her fingers at Lizzy. Her sister is pouring herself a cup of coffee and just going about her morning.
Lizzy gives her a confused look, Dean doing the same as he sits at the kitchen table with Sammy, both with a half-eaten bowl of cereal in front of them. Lou places her phone on the middle of the table and points to it with urgency, Dean and Lizzy now listening carefully.
"Everywhere I go I find someone looking at me weird… or hiding around a corner watching me," he tells his long-lost sister, the panic clear in his voice. "Last night I walked back from the bar alone and I swear to you someone was following me. I kept hearing the footsteps behind me but every time I turned around no one was there."
"Okay, that's unsettling," Lou tells him, making eye contact with Lizzy. She still looks confused. "But Derek, what makes you think this is my kind of thing and not just something… more normal?"
Lizzy's eyes pop wider than wide with the mention of Lou's brother's name. Lou just nods and goes back to concentrating on what she's being told.
"This morning… uh. This is fucked up…."
Dean takes that cue to pick up Sammy and his son's bowl of cereal. They head for the living room to keep the boy away from any more supernatural talk. Or swears. He knows Lizzy and Lou will catch him up later.
"I've seen a whole lot by now, kid," Lou assures him. "Try me. I doubt you can shock me."
"It's my cat," Derek tells her. "She's… weird."
"How so?"
"She won't come out of my closet," he explains. "She only ever hides in my closet when she was scared, like during a thunderstorm or something like that. She hasn't come out since last night, after I got followed home. Lou, look… I know you go after ghosts and whatever, and maybe this isn't your thing but… I'm freaked out. I just know something is wrong and…."
"And what?" Lizzy jumps in and asks, unable to keep quiet as her heart pounds in her chest with total worry.
"Wait… Lizard?" Derek asks, clearly recognizing the voice even after all this time.
"Hey, kid," Lizzy says, calling him the same name the girls always did. "I'm here. We're listening. Just say it." She knows he's holding back.
"Before I left the bar… I, uh… I was talking to this girl," he starts to explain and pauses again.
"And?" Lou asks, her voice getting impatient with concern.
"She… she was hitting on me. Asked me if I wanted her to come home with me… but I swear, at one point… her eyes looked black."
Lou squeezes her eyes shut, fists balled. Her anger threatens to topple her.
Lizzy sees it and pushes aside her own fear. She pats Lou on the shoulder and leaves the room, her feet bounding up the stairs. They all know she's going to pack her bag and probably Lou's too to get going on this.
"Derek, I need you to do some very important things for me right now," Lou pulls in her anger and focuses. "Do you have salt in the house?"
"Like table salt?" he asks, already sounding very skeptical.
"Yes… or even better, rock salt for the steps and sidewalk of your apartment."
"We have a big bucket of that stuff by the front lobby door."
"Grab it when we're done talking," Lou emphasizes her words. "Then I need you to lock yourself into your apartment and line the doors and windows with an unbroken line of the stuff."
"Louie, I have to go to work…."
"Not today you fucking don't!" Lou nearly shouts. "You're sick today. Call out."
"I have a huge report due…"
"Fuck the report!" Lou gets fired up at his usual stubborn ways. "You wanna live through this? You stay at home and wait for me to get there!"
"Wait… you're coming here?" Derek sounds shocked.
"This isn't a joke, Derek!" she tells him, her tone as serious as she can get it. "I know what this probably is and if you want my help you'll listen to me!"
"Okay, okay. I just… I mean, this shit is just kinda hard to believe, you know?"
"Still with this!?" Lou shouts at him. "You got a demon on your ass and you still won't believe me!?"
"Demon!?" Derek panics at the mention. "This still!?"
"You saw a girl with black eyes!" Lou shouts with pure anger at the phone on the table. "Why do you think they were black, numb nuts!?"
"I said I thought they were black," Derek fights back. "I could have been seeing things…."
"You weren't," Lou says quietly this time and sighs heavily, pressing her palms to the table top. She squeezes her eyes closed. "Derek, you know what I told you about what happened that night."
"And you and Lizzy saw a lot of messed up stuff that night," Derek remembers. "You were in shock."
"We saw the truth… and the truth had black eyes," Lou reminds him of what she's always told him. "We saw it ourselves. It was a demon that killed our parents and now a demon is on your ass. Derek, I'm not fucking around with you, I promise. I haven't even tried to contact you in years, just like you wanted. But now you're the one calling me for help with shit that you claim to not believe and, dude… you need to listen to me. Whether you believe it or not, just please listen to me this one time."
Derek, confused as ever, has to think quietly for a second.
"Even if you think it's silly and dumb, just do the things I'm asking you to do and I'll be there soon. What could it hurt, huh?"
She makes a very good point. "Fine. I'll do what you want me to do. I get salt… and whatever else you need. Guess it couldn't hurt."
Lou exhales with relief. "Good. We'll be on the next flight out and I'll call you when we land in Boston. Okay, so… do you have spray paint or chalk? Maybe a marker or something…."
His run coming to an end, Sam slows down when he reaches the top of their dead-end street. Five miles. In the early morning heat of the beginnings of summer. Not too bad.
Deep breaths in, Sam walks his way back to the house while he runs a hand through his damp hair to get it out of his face.
Thinking about what he left back in their room, a wife that's only wearing a pair of sheer underwear leaving little to the imagination and a bed sheet, he smiles. He can totally turn this into shower sex if he plays his cards right. Sure, she's hungover, but he can get her to tag along with the promise to do most of the work.
He's thinking about sex. Planning ahead. Lusting after a gorgeous woman. And he's not feeling awkward about it.
Lou has changed him so much. It's great.
With a smile on his face, Sam quickly makes it up the steps of the porch he and Dean rebuilt a year back. He opens the door to their home to find Dean and Sammy in the living room. Cartoons on, Sammy's occupied. Dean, not so much.
"What's going on?" Sam asks, face wrinkled as he can read the concern in Dean's expression right away.
"Lou's on the phone," he nods to the living room, speaking over Sammy's head as he sits in his lap. "With Derek."
Sam's eyes pop wide open. "Derek… her brother!?"
"That's the one," Dean nods. "Not sure what's going on but sounds like something found him."
"Something like?" Sam wonders.
"Something with black eye maybe. I've only been able to catch things here and there from in here." Dean glances at his son. "Don't want Sammy hearing any of that."
Sam nods absently and walks in a rush for the kitchen. He finds Lou typing away at her laptop at the kitchen island, cell phone trapped between her shoulder and ear.
"Derek, just look at the email I sent you, please," her voice implores, fingers typing away.
When Sam glances over her shoulder, he sees the website for an airline pulled up on the browser. She's attempting to find two tickets to Boston for today. He slides the computer away from her and gives her a look, telling her silently to let him deal with that.
Lou mouths a 'thank you' to him.
"Yes, I know it seems insane. You also thought black eyed chicks were insane until last night. Just do what I fucking told you to. Lizzy and I will be leaving today. I'll be there as soon as I can. We will explain everything."
Sam tries to hear what Derek answers with but he can't. It's muffled. So, he just finds a flight out of Kansas City International for six hours from then. From their town of Smith Center to the airport it's about four hours, less if Lou drives, so this should be enough time if they hurry.
"Derek, don't be an ass," Lou rolls her eyes. "I'm going to help. This is why you called, isn't it?"
Sam knows they are bickering. He knows a sibling argument when he sees one, for sure.
"Just stay in your apartment. No work today." Lou sighs. "I get it. You have a presentation. Whatever. Just, please…. Thank you. Your life is worth more than some stupid fucking corporate presentation."
Sam smiles when she pulls the phone away from her ear, avoiding the scolding she's getting.
"I wasn't belittling your fucking career!" she yells back. "Do all the things I told you to do and we'll be there soon! Okay!?"
She waits for the affirmative answer.
"Good. Lizard and I will be there in…" she looks to Sam. He holds up ten then two fingers. "Twelve hours. Can you just sit tight until then, please?"
Lou's whole posture relaxes when he clearly promises to do as she asked.
"Good. Hang in there, kid. We'll be there soon."
She ends the call and looks at Sam.
"What the hell?" Sam asks.
"I know."
"You're brother!?"
"I know!" Lou says loudly, standing up and rubbing her forehead. "He needs help. He thinks he's being followed by demons and, from what he says, he's probably right."
"Why?" Sam asks. "And why now?"
"How the fuck would I know?" Lou gripes, frustrated. "Damn it. I need to pack."
"Okay, go do it. Catch me up on the drive to the airport?"
"I'll just drive and park the Mustang," she shakes her head. "It's a long trip and you don't need…."
"I'll drive you both. Don't worry about it. I'll print up your confirmation and you get what you need together."
"Thank you," she smiles sadly at him. She walks for him and plants a loving kiss on his lips for his understanding and help. She then stares at him a second, sighing with loss. "I wanted to fuck you when you were back from your run. You're all sweaty… and hot…."
Sam just huff a laugh. "I was planning on some shower time."
"Boring…"
"With you, dummy." Sam grins.
"Ugh, stupid brother being in trouble," Lou bitches and walks off for the stairs to pack.
Sam just shakes his head at her and click print on the laptop. As he makes his way to the small office at the end of a short first floor hallway, he hears his cell ringing from the kitchen where it's charging. He backtracks and answers it.
"Hello?"
"Sam!? Something's smelling awfully fishy around here and it ain't the craw fish, man."
Totally confused, Sam has to ask, "Who is this?"
"It's Martin!" the man shouts on the other end. "Creaser!"
His stomach drops. "Right. What's wrong?"
"I'm tailing that Benny vamp, you know, like you asked me to. And let me tell you, he's not the trustworthy boy scout your girl seems to think he is."
Sam face darkens with anger at hearing that. "What's going on, Martin?"
"We can be there by ten tonight," Lou assures her sister as they make their way down the stairs to the first floor of their house.
"Good. What do you think is going on?" Lizzy asks, confused as all hell by this whole thing.
"Wish I knew," Lou grumbles, unsure of what's happening but getting a sinking feeling nonetheless. "All I do know is that if Derek is calling me, then something is seriously…." They make it into the living room to find two men staring at them with very angry faces.
"Whoa. What's with the shitty moods?" Lizzy asks them right away.
"We got a call that's putting us in shitty moods," Dean coldly answers her as he puts his hands on his hips and squares off with the two women.
"Okay…" Lizzy trails off, confused still.
"A body dropped in Carencro, Louisiana," Sam takes over to explain. "Drained."
"And?" Lou asks, not getting it at all. Her face shows her annoyance.
"Benny's been in Carencro for a month now," Dean tells them.
The mood changes drastically at that.
"And how the fuck would you two know that?" Lizzy angrily questions.
"Martin Creaser, and old friend of our dad's," Sam tells them. "He's been… keeping an eye on him for us."
"What!?" Lizzy booms out with pure fire.
"You put a fucking tail on Benny!?" Lou yells at them both. "What the fuck!?"
"He's a vampire!" Dean tells them, equaling their anger.
"He's a friend!" Lizzy reminds. "One that was there for me when I was alone."
"Fucking ditto!" Lou adds in.
"And he's the reason I'm even here right now!" Lizzy keeps going. "How fucking dare the two of you treat him like…."
"Like a monster?" Sam asks, not standing down in the least. "He is one."
"So, that mean you're having him followed because you want to kill him or fuck him?" Lou asks her husband, cutting as deeply as she can in the face of such an audacious move on their part. She's furious. She's looking for a deep burn on this one.
Sam's expression briefly shows his disappointment in her, but it switches back to anger quite quickly. Like usual, he chooses not to take her bait when she's mad at him. "We didn't kill him because you two wanted us to let him go."
"And now that someone's dead, that's on us," Dean explains, pointing between both his brother and himself. "We listened to you, gave a fucking vampire the benefit of the doubt, and now some chick is dead. Blood drained. In the same town Benny's been farting around in. That sound like Benny's holding it together to you two?"
Both women just glare with hatred at Dean and Sam when they can't answer them right away. Instead they turn to each other and ignore the men in the room completely.
"He wouldn't do this," Lizzy shakes her head, sure of it.
"No fucking way. Not after everything," Lou is sure of it.
"Well, he did," Sam cuts in, anger burning like a fire in his gut.
"Shut up!" Both Lizzy and Lou say to him loudly before looking back to each other, trying to have a conversation that will be productive.
"Had to be another vamp in the area," Lou suggests.
"Oh, totally," Lizzy wholeheartedly agrees.
"We can't just… let them go deal with this on their own," Lou says to her sister, knowing the Winchesters and their stance on the Benny issue. They can't be trusted not to just kill the vampire without investigation.
"We're right here!" Dean gets mad, hands flying from his sides as they speak like the men aren't even there.
They don't even acknowledge him.
"No way. But Derek…"
"I know," Lou nods, both wanting to be there for their family member, even if he's estranged and not been the best brother for at least the past eight years.
They stare at each other, thinking it over.
"Shit. I'll go get Benny and see what's up in Louisiana," Lizzy gives in. "You go to Derek and make sure he's safe."
"Lizard…."
"It's fine," Lizzy shakes her head, making sure Lou knows that she understands. "You're his sister."
"So are you," Lou fights back with a sad smile.
"Yeah… but he doesn't know that yet," Lizzy half smiles. "Just make sure to take a picture of his face when you tell him, huh?"
Lou's face drops instead of smiles at the joke. "Tell Benny I said hi. And to keep his fucking nose clean, okay?"
"Of course," Lizzy nods, knowing Lou misses her former friend (and more) and it's killing her not to help him.
They both take a deep breath now that it's all settled.
"You gotta go," Lizzy hugs her sister. "Catch that flight. Keep me posted, okay?"
"Yeah. You better do the same."
Lizzy backs away from the hug. "And tell Derek to play nice or I'll tie him to a tree in the woods again."
Lou laughs at the childhood memory. "I won't mention that one to him. He'll tell me to fuck off."
Lizzy smiles. "Be safe. I love you." She kisses Lou's cheek.
Lou looks at Sam. "You still driving me to the airport?"
"Let's go," Sam stoically says, keys in hand as he heads for the door. He pulls it open and lets Lou through first, closing it behind him. Soon after, the Mustang engine roars to life and they're on their four-hour way to the closest airport.
Once the front door shuts, Lizzy's entire demeanor changes when she turns to look at her husband. "I need the car."
"No way," Dean denies instantly.
Her expression shows her shock and disappointment. "Are you forbidding me to take the car?"
"Maybe," Dean stubbornly responds, arms crossing over his chest.
"Dean. I need the fucking car."
"You're not taking Baby alone," he says no again. "I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not."
"Yeah, I am. You need backup."
"You'll fuck this up."
"I'll let you lead then."
Lizzy laughs with disbelief. "You don't know how to do that."
Dean rolls his eyes. "L, you're not going alone. That's stupid. Even if it isn't this Benny guy, which I highly doubt it isn't…"
"It's not!"
"Then it's some other vamp. Or a nest. You haven't been hunting in a while. You need back up."
Lizzy sighs. "You need to stay here with Sammy."
Shit. Sammy. They both stand there waiting for a solution to present itself. It doesn't.
Lizzy holds her hand out to him. "Keys."
Jaw clenches, Dean doesn't move.
"Dean, a person is dead. More people could be in trouble. Benny or not, someone needs to look into this."
Closing his eyes for a second, hoping to find an answer magically, nothing comes to him. Eyes open, he catches sight of the still fuming woman and he chooses to look away. Instead he glances outside the sliding doors in the kitchen. What he sees makes him realize that he does in fact have the perfect answer.
Dean smiles at Lizzy once before taking off for the backyard.
"What!?" Lizzy asks him as he moves quickly. No answer. She follows him.
Dean slides the glass door open and marches out to the swing set in their backyard. The one he built for his son when they moved in. The one he only dreamed of one day building for his one day son, both of which he never thought would exist in a million years.
"Hey, big guy!" Dean greets, wide smile in place.
"Hi, daddy!" Sammy grins back, his legs pumping away on the swing. He holds on tightly as Castiel stands behind him, pushing him.
"Hey, Cas," Dean grins, trying to be friendly and kind. He stands next to the angel. "How you doing today? Better?"
"I am," Castiel nods, watching the rushed way Lizzy runs across the grass to join them. He knows something is up already. "I think staying here, keeping a low profile as you said, it's been good for me."
"Good. Good. Gotta recharge those batteries, right?" Dean smiles wider, clapping the angel on the back.
"Cassie! You push me!" Sammy yells to his best friend when he starts to lose steam on the swing.
"Sorry," Castiel apologies when he realizes he stopped pushing with Dean and Lizzy's presence. He returns to pushing the child while he speaks to his parents. "What's going on?"
"I need to leave," Lizzy explains. "And Dean is being… Dean."
Castiel looks right at the man. "You are trying to keep her from leaving, I assume."
"Actually, the opposite," Dean tells him. "I'm trying to go with her."
"On a… mission?" Castiel cryptically asks, glancing at Sammy out of the corner of his eyes. He is always careful with his words around the boy that knows nothing about the hunting world.
"Yeah. It's Benny… he might need me," Lizzy tries to explain. Castiel was there in Purgatory. He knows the bond she made with Benny and what his help meant to her.
"Benny is in trouble?" Castiel asks.
"Or he's dropping bodies," Dean counters quickly.
Castiel ponders that for a moment. "Benny did promise to stick to a non-human diet when he returned to Earth. As much as we may have had our contentious moments, I don't think he would lie to you." He says this strictly to Lizzy.
"Exactly!" Lizzy sighs with relief. Someone believes her point of view on this. Thankfully.
"Are you asking me to go with you?" Castiel wonders, hoping his Elizabeth isn't about to take off alone.
"No way. You could use a little more down time, buddy," Dean jumps in and denies the idea. Castiel does need more time to rest… and Dean need to be in on this hunt. "I'm going with her."
"What about Samuel?" the angel asks.
"I'm Samuel!" Sammy yells out with a bright smile, liking his full name now that Castiel always uses it with him.
"Yes. You are," Castiel assures him in his usual stiff way.
"I was thinking you could stay here and babysit," Dean grins wide.
Both Lizzy and Castiel's face drop at the idea.
"Aw, come on!" Dean keeps trying. "You're great with him. And if anything happens, who better to be here to help him? You can heal anything. And last I checked, you're way more powerful than we are. Hell, he's probably safer in your hands than ours." He huffs a laugh but realizes the truth of the statement. Actually, this is a damn good idea.
"Dean, I don't know…" Castiel attempts to say no but Dean keeps trying.
"You're his best friend, Cas."
"No…"
"Hey, big guy!" Dean calls to his son. Sammy looks at him. "Who's your best friend in the whole wide world?"
"Cassie!" Sammy smiles with glee. "He's my best friend, daddy! We drawed pictures and he telled me 'bout bees. I not afraid of them anymore, daddy! Cassie say I don't need to be afraid. Bees are good! They make flowers and fruit… like apples."
Dean just looks back to Castiel and gestures to his son as evidence of his statement.
Castiel rolls his eyes. "I don't even know what to feed him."
"Mostly peanut butter," Dean shrugs, joking.
"And diapers...?" Castiel looks horrified.
"They're not as bad as you think. You get used to it pretty easily, actually… wait, can't you just snap your finger, and poof, new, clean diaper?"
"I guess I could… but then we run into the issue of Samuel discovering magic and a whole world of things I believe you want him to be ignorant of."
"He's two. He won't remember," Dean plays it off.
"I could also wipe his memory if need be, I guess," Castiel start to think aloud. "I do think parenting, though very difficult for humans, could be quite easy with my personal advantages."
"See! You're like a one-man Babysitter's Club," Dean grins with triumph. He turns to Lizzy while jerking a thumb in Castiel's direction. "Huh? Eh?"
"Shit," Lizzy sighs quietly to herself, hiding the swear from her son. "Cas, as much as I'd rather you come with… I need to prove to Dean who Benny really is. He needs to come."
Castiel nods to her, understanding.
"Will you be our babysitter?" she asks him, knowing how awkward this whole thing may end up being.
Castiel stares blankly at her for a moment. He then takes the ropes of the swing Sammy is sitting on and stops it from moving. Picking Sammy up, the boy molding himself into Castiel's side like it's second nature, he holds Sammy on his hip and looks him over. The decision is easy from there.
"Elizabeth, I will guard your son with my life. You have nothing to worry about."
Nodding with true anxiety, Lizzy bites her lip before saying. "Good. This is… good. A… Castiel… will be caring for my toddler son and he will be safe as can be."
"Yeah, he will," Dean grins, happy to see this all work out.
"Um… we really need to jet but I'll make a schedule for you and a list of what you can feed him per meal. Uh, he'll let you know what he likes and doesn't…."
"We go to park, Cassie!?" Sammy asks his best friend with wide, bright eye.
Castiel just looks to Lizzy for confirmation, his own expression now nervous.
"Don't do anything you aren't comfortable with," she whispers at him before answering her boy. She takes Sammy into her arms and hugs him. "Not today, big guy. Maybe another day."
"Okay," he says with slight disappointment.
"Baby, daddy and I need to leave for a few days."
"You workin'?" he asks his mother, knowing the usual way things can go.
"Just a little bit, yeah," she nods. "My friend needs help."
"You friend need help?" he echoes.
"Absolutely. And I want to be a nice person and nice people help others, right?" she reminds him, repeating a lesson about being a kind person to him. She's been doing her best to teach him how to be kind to others through his most formative years.
"Yes," he nods.
"But… while we are gone… you're gonna have Cassie stay with you," she explains. "He's gonna be watching you so you have to listen to him. What he says, goes. Okay?"
"You gonna stay with me, Cassie!?" Sammy lights up bright, so excited.
"Yes," Castiel answers, the slight shake in his tone obvious. He's nervous. "I will be your guardian until your parents return."
"Yeah!" he cheers, too ready for fun times with his best friend. "We play and we draw! And we watch Nemo!"
"What's a Nemo?" Castiel asks.
"It's a fish… you'll see," Dean leaves it at that. He then steals Sammy from his mother. "Come on kid. You're helping me pack!"
"I a good helper, right daddy?" Sammy asks his father.
Dean pulls him up onto his shoulders so Sammy's grabbing his hair to hang on as they head for the house. "The best helper. You can fold my underwear."
"Ew! No daddy!" Sammy giggles.
"What!? They're clean this time…."
They disappear into the house and Lizzy looks at her angel. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that's what Dean was up to."
"It's fine, Elizabeth. I think I can handle a two-year-old," Castiel assures. "I did march into hell to save a soul twice, became god, and spent thousands of years as warrior for heaven. I think I can successfully watch Samuel for a few days."
Lizzy looks at him with pity and places a hand lovingly on his shoulder. "I'll remind you that you said that in few days…."
Finally! This chapter flew out of me yesterday! Ah! I feel ready for this!
So, this is all I have done. Generally, I like to wait until a story is done to post any chapters but I got too excited for this one. Sam and Lou off to help out Lou's estranged brother, Dean and Lizzy looking to find Benny and see what he's been up to in a very high-tension situation, and (best of all) babysitter Cass! Very excited to get back to it. My little chickadee doesn't make free time easy, but I promise to do my best to update whenever I can! Love you all! Thank you for the endless patience!
