There's a silence that comes over the front of the abandoned elementary school. It's tense, no one knowing what to say or do in the moment.
But one thing is very clear: the threat is over. The Knight of Hell is dead.
Staring at the pavement under his foot now that Lizzy's image has disappeared, Castiel is frozen for the time being. He killed her. He killed the one person he was sent to Earth to protect and serve. His Elizabeth, the mother of the Second Coming and the first human to ever fully embrace him as a friend and family member, is dead at his very hands.
The hole in his being is already there and vast. He knows this is it. There's no going back now. He's never going to be the same again.
His expression changes from the serious, determined one he arrived with to one that's remorseful when it hits him with the full gravity of what he's done. Nothing has hurt like this. Not even when he was to blame for the deaths of so many of his brothers and sisters. For the first time since he was human, he can feel the prick of tears behind his eyes.
No. Not now. He must deal with the fallout.
Fixing his face to stone once more, Castiel lifts his lance and turns to the group. All eyes are on him. In order to appear less threatening, he snaps and the lance disappears from sight.
Without a word, he walks for Lizzy and the two versions of Sammy; one young and in Lizzy's arms and the other older and still unconscious. He stops just outside of the blue light surrounding them. He makes eye contact with the young boy that Lizzy has yet to let go of.
"Hello, Samuel," Castiel greets the little boy, his mood instantly lighter.
"Cassie!" Sammy shouts and reaches his arms out to the angel as the blue light disappears, his eyes returning to their human, green color as if he never did anything out of the ordinary.
With a happy, heavy, yet slightly relieved sigh, Castiel crouches to the ground and reaches for the child. Sammy happily leans out for him, letting the angel take him from his mom without a care.
"You different!" Sammy delights as he grabs the lapel of Castiel's black coat.
"The truth of that very packed statement is lost on you, I fear," Castiel jests slightly, watching Sammy play with his clothing. "But, you are right. I have a different coat. You've always been exceptionally observant."
As Sammy sticks his small fingers through a button hole on the coat, Castiel looks at Lizzy. He smiles even though smiling isn't a common thing for him. His heart hurts a lot less when he sees her sitting there, the old her. The her he always loved.
"You're not my Cass?" Lizzy asks, despite knowing the answer already.
"Yes and no," Castiel simply explains before glancing down into her lap. Her hand is carding through Sammy's hair as he lays there, still out cold.
"Is he okay?" Lizzy needs to know.
Castiel tilts his head as he looks over Sammy's adult form. With his free hand, he reaches out and touches Sammy's forehead. The young man breathes in deeply and opens his eyes, Castiel's grace mending him from the inside out.
Blinking a few times, Sammy shoots up until sitting. Frantically, he looks around, not seeing the Knight of Hell anywhere. "Where is she!?" he panics, scrambling to his feet. "Where is she!?"
"Samuel, calm yourself," Castiel gently says, never one to like raising his voice in front of a young version of the boy, as he stands up.
"What did you do!?"
"The question, I believe, is what did you do?" Castiel turns it around. "I warned you of this plan, Samuel. I told you..."
"I told you I wasn't giving up on mom!"
"She was no longer your mother!"
"Don't say that!" Sammy shouts and shoves Castiel in the chest, making him stumble back a single step while still holding little Sammy. Clenching his jaw, Castiel reaches to the young man again.
"We will speak when you've had a moment to calm yourself. Wait for me," Castiel tells him and touches his shoulder.
Adult Sammy disappears into thin air.
The silence of the area returns as everyone gets to their feet, all staring with caution at the angel in front of them. He's Castiel, the one they know well… but he's different. Stronger. More sure of himself.
"Cassie?" Lizzy quietly says his name. The angel looks to her with a blank expression. "Where's Sammy?"
He nods once. "I sent him back to our timeline, where he belongs."
"Back to the future?" Dean asks, making a face when he realizes what he just said.
"Yes," Castiel answers, not giving the pop culture reference the time of day as usual. "When I return, I'll deal with him."
"How do you know he'll actually wait for you?" Lizzy has to wonder, knowing how headstrong her adult son appeared to be.
Castiel's face lightens with confidence. "Where he is… he'll be there when I return." He takes one look at Lizzy's horrified face and elaborates. "Elizabeth, I put him somewhere safe that he cannot get out of. I'm not about to bring him any harm, I assure you. He is, after all, the last of my family. I wouldn't hurt him."
Lizzy nods and relaxes.
"Sam," Castiel turns his attentions to the tall hunter. "Would you please go get your wife. She's in the basement. The Knight of Hell knocked her unconscious and I'd like to take care of that for her."
Sam's face pales, his feet running instantly with the news.
"Okay… Cass, what the hell just happened?" Dean asks the angel as all involved are terribly confused.
The angel sighs, then peers at Sammy in his arms. "Why don't we return to your home, put this young man to bed, and we can all talk."
"What about her?" Dean asks, jerking his thumb at the witch still standing there.
"I'll take care of her," Castiel simply answers, marching quickly to Rowena.
"Now… wait just a moment…." Rowena tries to stop him but before she can he touches her forehead, the witch simply gone.
Lizzy inhales sharply with another disappearance. "Did you… kill her too?" she asks him.
"No. I simply returned her to her to her hotel room that she had been kidnapped from… after wiping her memory, of course."
Dean closes his eyes a moment and shakes his head. "Cass…."
"Patience, Dean," Castiel stops him there, looking to the front door of the school as Sam carries Lou in his arms, her body limp and still out. "Let's return you home. That is the Men of Letters bunker at this point in time, is it not?"
"It is," Lizzy nods enthusiastically, ready to return to whatever it is she considers home-like.
"Brace yourselves," Castiel tells them all and he closes his eyes and bows his head.
"Cass! The car!" Dean tries to remind him that the Impala is with them but it's too late.
In a quick blink, every one of the group is standing around the library tables in the bunker. They're home.
"Your car is in the garage, Dean. And no, I did not scratch it or, as you would say, screw with it in any way. I was sure to treat your car with the utmost respect as I appreciate my vessel's testicles where they are," Castiel explains very dryly, handing Sammy back to his mother. "It'd probably be best that you put him down for the night. I'm assuming his bedtime was hours ago."
Lizzy takes her little boy and nods. She pauses while staring at the angel, the one from a future that is so bleak and sad… and all her fault. There's so much she wants to say to him but right now isn't the time. Instead, she leans into him and kisses him on the cheek. "Thank you." And she walks away.
Once in the room that has been decorated with car posters, stuffed animals, and more die-cast toy cars than Lizzy could ever count, she lays Sammy into his race car bed.
"Mommy?" Sammy says in a now sleepy voice.
"Yes, baby?" she smiles at him kindly and pulls the covers over him.
"Is Cassie mad?" he asks, confused after all he saw.
"No," Lizzy grins, her stomach churning as she now realizes she has a lot to explain to him. What exactly did he see? What will need explaining? "He's just being… Cass."
"Mommy?"
"Sammy, I bet you have a lot of questions, huh?" she asks him in a calm, loving voice.
He just nods with his head on the pillow, his short, dark hair already sticking up at odd angels. He yawns while looking up at her.
"How about this, then?" she starts, leaning down onto her side, hand propping her head up as she speaks to the tiny love of her life. "Tomorrow morning, you come wake me up. We'll make pancakes and talk all about what happened tonight. You can ask as many questions as you want."
"Okay," Sammy easily agrees with heavy eyes.
Her fingers combing through his hair adoringly, her heart swells are she tries to fight the tears. Eyes on him, all she can see is the face of her twenty-year-old son that has had the most difficult life imaginable. "You know I love you to the moon and back? Right?"
"Love you too, mommy," Sammy grins at her.
"Get some sleep. And I'll see you first thing in the morning." Kissing his cheek, Lizzy stands up out of his bed.
"Night, mommy," Sammy barely gets out as exhaustion claims him.
Lizzy stops to turn on his nightlight, the turning star pattern lighting up the barren bunker room walls. They really need to up their game when it comes to decorating if they're going to be here for the time being. She then heads for the door, pausing to take a good, hard look at her son. Her heart immediately breaks for him.
Quietly, she shuts the door and walks for her own room right next door. She grabs the bagged salt and lines the outside of his doorway. It's irrational, she knows that. Anything that can get past the bunker warding can get past a simple salt line without breaking a sweat. But it doesn't matter. The extra step makes her feel better.
Leaning against the wall opposite his door, she lets it out. Lizzy slides her back down the wall until she's sitting on the floor, tears falling down her cheeks. He's safe now. At least for the moment, he's safe.
Sammy is her everything and she knows, even when he's older, he'll always be her everything. But… the future….
It's too much.
The moment Lizzy leaves the library with Sammy, Castiel turns to Sam. "Lay her on the table."
Sam does just that with a hammering heart. The gash on Lou's head is deep, running from her hairline to her eyebrow. And she's bled a lot.
"She's probably been out a really long time," Sam says aloud, his voice giving his fear away. She has been completely unresponsive from the moment he found her in a heap on the school's basement floor. He tried but he couldn't wake her.
"This is nothing I can't handle, Sam. Trust me," Castiel promises as he steps up. A glowing palm pressed to her forehead, a few seconds of concentration, and Lou's eyes pop open.
Instantly, Sam closes his eyes and exhales in relief. He then pops his lids open and looks at her as she sits up. "Never gonna get used to that shit happening."
"Whoa, the bunker?" she looks around, eyes landing on Sam. "What the fuck did I miss?"
"We'll fill you in," Sam huffs a laugh at her dazed expression as he reaches for her. Easily lifting her up, he sets her on her feet. "You feel okay?"
"A little… woozy, I guess, but I'm cool," Lou nods and presses a hand to her head. "Shit. I remember bitch Lizzy finding us… I think I tried to stab her… then nothing."
"It appears she dealt you a blow to your head that rendered you unconscious. But don't worry. I healed you," Castiel offers in the most basic of explanations. He then looks to the group. "I think we should sit down."
"I knew of his plan," Castiel sums up everything before Sammy arrived, his story similar to what Sammy had told them all. "He…."
Castiel turns around and just a couple seconds later, Lizzy makes her way around the corner and up the handful of stairs into the library.
Her eyes are red and watery, her posture slumped. Dean quickly gets up and walks for her, Lizzy pulling her arms around his neck automatically. He holds her close as she gives into sobs, her mind unable to deal with everything.
"I… I can't…."
"I know," Dean tells her calmly, a hand to the back of her head.
"Sammy… oh, god…."
"Shh," Dean shushes her when she can't manage to form thoughts. He just holds her tightly and lets her get it out once the gravity of everything hits hard. "We'll figure it out. We always do."
"This isn't like always!" she cries to him.
As the room waits for Lizzy to collect herself eventually, Castiel wonders if this is even worth it. Shouldn't he just leave? Explaining things isn't going help, not with how he must depart. Why bother?
Then he remembers that he hasn't spoken to anyone he truly cares about in several years. He's spoken with other angels, demons when he's had to, and Samuel from time to time. That's it. He misses his friends. He misses his family, their absence a deep cavern on his being.
Feelings. Sometimes he wishes he never discovered them and developed them. Being a soldier taking orders with no thought was so much easier.
"That can't happen!" she cries, lifting her head from his shirt front to lock eyes. "Dean…."
"It won't happen." He says it with pure determination.
"But… I ruined his life…."
"And this time around you won't…."
"Yes, she will," Castiel cuts in, his voice unwavering. "I don't doubt it for a second. Elizabeth will make the same decision when faced with the opportunity to possibly save her family. End of story. Both of you, sit down." He points across the table at two open seats. "We have much to talk about."
Lizzy pauses while looking at the familiar face that is just so different with time. She starts to see red. "You said you'd be there for us."
"Elizabeth…" he tries to stop her before she goes off. He knows her well.
"What happened to that!?" Lizzy accuses. "If you had been there, you could have stopped it all!"
"I don't believe I could have…."
"Why didn't you stop it!?"
"When have I ever once been able to stop you from doing something!?" Castiel asks, his voice elevating as he stands up. "You don't listen to others. You do whatever it is you choose to do and there's never been any stopping you. Don't try to place the blame anywhere else but on yourself. This all happened because of the choices you made, not me. Now, sit down!"
Speechless, Lizzy listens. She takes a second to process the moment of sheer strength from an older Castiel and then she moves slowly to a seat. Dean sits next to her. Sam and Lou haven't moved so now everyone is there and listening.
"Samuel has made a complete mess," Castiel looks down at the table top instead of at the others as he sits back down himself. "I'm not exactly sure where to start."
"How about with Sammy's powers," Dean suggests, face hardening. "What the hell was that about, Cass? I mean, he's never shown that kinda juice before. Ever."
Under the table, Lizzy reaches for and grasps hard onto Deans hand. They're both terrified by what they've seen from their own boy.
"It's the Nephilim in him," Castiel looks around the room, uncomfortable with telling them this. "He has such strong connections with Nephilim bloodlines that… I'm not sure exactly but it seems that he can tap into some angelic power. He's never let me check but… I'm aware that he has a limited amount of grace within his soul. It's the only explanation."
"You're saying he's literally part angel," Lizzy presses on.
"I'm saying… I don't know. I guess so, yes… but nothing like him has ever existed before so I cannot be sure. Before now, Samuel has never been put into such a highly dangerous situation. That is what makes him able to tap into his power, or at least when he was younger that was the case. If he or his loved ones are threatened, he protects. In his older age… it appears he has a different trigger."
"Which is?" Dean fears asking.
"Anger. He's a very, very angry young man and I for one cannot blame him for that. Given the path his life took… I'd be that angry also. Maybe even more so." Castiel looks around at the broken faces, everyone trying to take in the information Castiel give, but it's so much to take. He keeps going anyways, knowing it'll only get worse. "In my time, Samuel came to me with this plan of his months ago. He wanted to come back in time, find the witch Rowena, bring her back with him, and have her complete a spell that would remove the Mark from Elizabeth's arm."
"Removing the Mark would cure me?" Lizzy wonders.
"No. Removing the Mark would simply ensure that you would not devolve into your own anger and the need to kill once more. It was to ensure you'd not go demonic ever again," Castiel explains. "Once the Knight of Hell Abaddon was set free, your lives became quite difficult. You all felt responsible and were determined to end her for good before she ruined the Earth."
"Why did we feel responsible?" Sam asks, eyes narrowed in curiosity.
"Well, long story shortened drastically… you let her out."
"Of fucking course, we did," Lou nods, sitting back heavily in her chair. "We suck sometime, dudes."
"It was purely accidental," Castiel tries to assure them.
"Yeah, that never helps," Dean comments back. "So, Lizzy gets Mark of Cain to kill Abaddon, does, and then goes crazy-slash-dies and turns demon."
"Basically." Castiel nods and looks down at his hands. "I haven't seen a sane, good version of Elizabeth in nearly twenty years." His eyes drift to Lizzy. "It is so good to see you again. Truly."
Smiling sadly, Lizzy doesn't respond so he continues.
"Samuel's idea to come back, break the curse, and then cure the demon version of his mother…."
"Wait!" Sam stops him immediately. "Cure?"
"Yes."
"As in… cure a demon?" Sam keeps prying. "Sammy knows how to cure a demon?"
Castiel just looks at him for a beat. "I forget you are new to this treasure trove of knowledge you currently reside in. I suggest you keep digging through the vast amount of information stored here. What you will find is… an immeasurable amount of help. Including the ability to cure a demon."
"Holy shit," Sam sighs out, looking at Dean with total shock. "I'll start going through it tomorrow."
"Yes, well, the point to all of this is that no matter how well thought out Samuel's plan was, he didn't know one crucial thing."
"That is?" Dean asks.
"Breaking that curse, removing the Mark of Cain from Lizzy's arm… that would come at a price too costly to risk," Castiel tells them.
"What does that mean?" Lizzy questions.
"Does not matter now. I found a weapon, one that was well hidden and highly guarded, that can kill even a Mark bearer. The plight of fear is over. Hell on Earth can end now." With that statement, everything starts to settle in for Castiel. "That's what matters."
The look of utter sorrow on Castiel's face is clear and strong.
"She wasn't me, Cassie," Lizzy tries to console the angel. She places her free hand over his on the table and makes him look at her. His troubled blue eyes stare at her with all the sadness in the world. "You didn't kill me. It sounds to me that I died years ago. What you killed was a monster."
"You can say that, and it's sweet of you to do so… but it was you," Castiel denies her kind words. "Demonic as you may have turned, it was you. I… I had to watch you descend into such hate and darkness… I don't…." Castiel finally looks up from the table to catch Lizzy's eyes. He sees her, the old her, her eyes still alive and bright. She's the woman he watched grow from a child and fell in love with. She's the one person that taught him more about what family is than any others. "It honestly is…." He pauses, eyes watering with emotion. "So good to see the real you again."
Lizzy immediately stands up when she sees something new. She's seen nearly everything a human can see in a lifetime… but she's never seen an angel cry. Especially not her angel. And his tears are her fault.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders while leaning down to him from behind his library chair, Lizzy hugs her angel hard. His broken heart can't be covered by his new, extremely badass aura.
When he feels her embrace, Castiel hangs his head and closes his eyes. He absorbs the feel of something good, something caring. Angels are not beings that need warmth by nature. However, being around her warmth for years… he'd grown accustomed to it. Hell, he'd grown to need it in his life.
A hand coming up and gasping onto her forearm, Lizzy holds back her sobs with every ounce of strength she has. When she feels something slip into her hand, something that feels like a folded piece of paper, she doesn't say anything.
"Samuel needs me. I must go," Castiel suddenly changes his demeanor. He stands up after pulling Lizzy's arms out from around his shoulders. He looks at her for a beat and sighs. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Lizzy questions the statement.
He doesn't answer, just raises his hand as a white light starts to glow from it brighter and brighter.
It clicks instantly. Dean knows what he's doing. "Cass, don't…!"
That's all he gets out before the light envelopes them all.
"You want that last slice?" Dean asks across the metal kitchen table while pointing to the lone piece of pizza left in the box between them.
"Have at it," Sam simply answers, wiping his mouth with a cheap paper napkin as he stands up.
Dean just smiles to himself. He grabs the slice hastily and takes a huge bite.
"You talk to Lizzy?" Sam asks as he picks up the trash from their dinner and takes it to the bin in the room, it starting to overflow yet he does nothing about it.
"Yeah," Dean answers through his bite, looking across the kitchen at him. "They got in an hour ago."
"Nice of Lou to let me know," Sam lightly complains, having never head from her.
"Eh, probably figured I'd tell you."
"Nice work on that," Sam gripes lightly, smirking on his way to the refrigerator.
"They decided they're staying for an extra day," Dean tells him, ignoring the sarcasm. "Which works out. If we go after that possible vamp nest in Idaho we'll probably get back when they do."
"If the hunt goes our way you mean?" Sam comments, peeking into the refrigerator. Dean nods once when his mouth is too full to speak in answer. "When was the last time that actually happened?"
Dean shrugs. "Dunno."
"And Lizzy's cool with you hunting for no other reason than to hunt?" Sam questions with a healthy amount of skepticism.
Dean looks away and takes another big bite, not answering. Guilty.
"Oh, nice. You didn't tell her before she left," Sam gets mad. "Dean…."
"Sam, I know. Okay? I know." Dean finishes his bite to defend himself. "We talked. She's the one that said I shouldn't hunt unless it had to do with the Trials… which she's super pissed at you for not telling Lou about still."
Now Sam looks guilty. "I'll tell her when she gets back." His brother huffs in disbelief. "I will. I just didn't want to ruin their first trip back home in a long time. And this all just happened. I need some time with it myself."
"Well, when you get sent to the dog house for this then I guess I'll be meeting you there," Dean bitches a little. "She's the one that said no hunting. I never I agreed with her."
"So, you're going behind her back instead of grabbing your balls and telling her?"
"Hey! Not telling Lizzy that I'm going vamp hunting has nothing to do with my manhood, okay?" Dean points out, offended. "I'm just avoiding unnecessary conflict."
"You're being a wimp," Sam calls him out.
"And you're not?" He cocks an eyebrow at him in challenge.
Sam sighs with guilt as he brings two bottles of beer to the table and sits back down. He places both bottles on the table and Dean picks them up one at a time, popping them with a silverware knife. Dean passes one back to Sam and they clink bottles.
"To the dog house," Sam smirks, knowing they're both cooked.
"Woof," Dean answer back flatly and gulps down a healthy amount of beer. After he swallows he sighs, "Ah. Well, upside of the wife and kid being away, I can drink like I want to."
"Or, you know, you could just plain give your liver a damn break," Sam huffs a laugh.
Dean gives him a look of annoyance. "My liver's made of iron these days."
"Yeah… that's not how alcoholism works, Dean."
The two go silent for a moment and Dean looks around the kitchen with a weird feeling.
"What?" Sam asks, knowing something's up.
"I don't know?" Dean answers, brow wrinkled and eyes staring at the icebox. "Just… huh. Felt like something was… missing maybe?"
"Are you asking me if something's missing?" Sam wonder, completely confused.
"Maybe. It kinda felt like something was supposed to happen or…." Dean trails off, still feeling odd.
"You feeling okay?" Sam laughs a little at him.
"Fine," Dean quickly responds, still looking at the icebox.
"Seriously… you're not stroking out on me or anything, are you?" Sa keeps poking fun.
Dean snaps his focus to his little brother. "Shut up," Dean bitches and stands up, heading for the kitchen doorway. "I'll be in my room."
"Grumpy," Sam comments and laughs again. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he takes it out to look at it.
Hey, Giant! We're here! Just letting you know.
Shaking his head with a grin, he texts back.
Yeah, I know. You got in an hour ago. Thanks for the heads up.
Sam sips his beer and doesn't have to wait more than a few second for a response.
Sorry! I'm excited to be here. We haven't been to the Cape since we were kids. Sammy's already loving the beach. I just wish you came with us.
Sighing, he nods. He agrees. Sam had talked to Dean about going with them, family vacation and all, but with the bunker being so new to him and the fact that he just started the Trials and Sam hasn't told Lou about it yet… seemed like it would be for the best to stay put and do some research without prying eyes.
Me too. But we have plenty to keep us busy. Stay safe out there.
He ends it there so that she can go back to enjoying her time away. Massachusetts is a flight away for them and, since Dean didn't go, they bought tickets. Sammy's first plane ride. Lou deserves to have this time to show Sammy what it was to grow up like Lizzy and she did without having her face buried in a phone. They can talk later.
When Sam gets to his room, he ditches his jeans for sweatpants. He's just about to fire up Netflix when his phone buzzes again.
We will. I miss you already. I'll have an answer for you when I get back. Promise.
And there's that rock of guilt in his gut again. They had a deal that they set up before Sam completed the first Trial. She would take the time away from him and the bunker to think. Sam, once they moved into the secure bunker, brought up children again. Surprisingly, Lou wasn't completely against it, just mostly against it. She swore she'd give it some serious thought and let him know what she thinks. They are getting older. Time is ticking. Lou, never having wanted children before, is feeling the internal clock now and needs to figure out if she can live without ever being a mom.
Sam now wishes he could just tell her not to bother. He doesn't know what the Trials will do to him. Maybe having a family really, truly isn't in the cards for the two of them.
Don't stress about it. Have fun and relax for once. I love you.
Sitting at the end of his bed, Sam stares at the three dots on his phone screen, indicating that she's typing a response. He feels terrible about keeping the Trials from her.
I love you, too. Think of me before you fall asleep tonight. ;)
Sam laughs at that. There she is. His Lou. Always turning a simple I love you into something sexual. It never fails to make him grin these days.
And he does think of her while he falls asleep. Not how she was hoping he would, but right now the blame he puts on himself makes him think of nothing much else besides her.
"Okay, I think someone's had enough," Lizzy laughs as she looks down at Sammy sitting on the big blanket spread out on the beach sand, his eyes drooping as he vocally whines with crankiness.
"Oh, he's done," Lou agrees, sitting up from where she'd been laying out on her towel. Through her sunglasses, she can read the sleepiness all over him. It's been lovely sitting out on the beach for a few hours, the air warm and salty. It's been a good reminder of their younger years. She and Lizzy even rented the same cottage they stayed at with Lizzy's family every summer. They're sitting in their old spot at their old favorite beach and moment like this in their lives are too few. "Pack up and head back for naptime?"
"Sounds like a plan," Lizzy easily agrees as her son gets fussier by the second. Pulling Sammy into her lap, the young boy in his bathing suit shorts and t-shirt with shark on it, she asks him, "You need a nap?"
"No!" Sammy starts to cry. "No nap, Mommy!"
"So, you want to stay here?" Lizzy challenges, already knowing the answer as she knows her son all too well.
"No!" he complains back.
"Well, sorry kiddo, but I think you just need to lay down," Lizzy tells him for sure, standing up with him in her arms still.
Sammy continues to whine as they pack up. When Lizzy pulls on her shorts she finds something in the pocket. A folded note. She quickly opens it and reads.
Do not go with Dean in search of the First Blade. Stay home. Stay with Sammy.
"What the hell is this?" Lizzy asks her sister, holding the note out to Lou.
She takes it. "Where did you find it?" she questions as she reads the short, quickly scribbled note.
"My pocket. Never seen it before."
"What's the First Blade?" Lou has to wonder, handing the note back.
"No idea," Lizzy shrugs. "I mean, Dean didn't write it. And neither did Sam. It's not their handwriting."
"Ha, if Sam wrote it you wouldn't be able to read it," Lou laughs it off. "Cass maybe?"
"Could be," Lizzy shrugs. "Never actually seen his handwriting though. That's weird, huh?"
"Guess," Lou brushes it off. "We'll ask when we get back."
"Okay," Lizzy nods, shoving the piece of paper into her pocket again as she plans to ask Sam and Dean about the note when they return.
She never does. She washes her shorts before she remembers to, destroying the note.
THE END
Finally finished this prompt. Hope you enjoyed it! I'm getting the itch to write more again. I doubt I'll find the time to move any faster than I have been but hey, at least the want and love for writing is coming back! Whoo Hoo!