A/N: Happy Friday! Hope you had a wonderful week.
Chapter 21: Monsters Or Not
"Everything all right?" Lucas asked when the boys reappeared coming down the stairs to the laboratory.
"In our line of work everything and okay are relative terms," Mary answered after one glance at her sons.
"We're fine and focused," Sam answered.
"And we are well on our way to antidotes," Mary said and motioned to an old iron cauldron bubbling away. "So we go hunting."
"We'll leave you to it," Henry said.
"What do you mean?" Abraham asked.
"We've done our part, Abe. We've helped as best as we could. It is time to get back to our lives and to let them do what they do."
"Since when do you give up on a case as easy as that?" Abe asked sarcastically.
"Since we crossed into the realm of the supernatural," Henry answered.
"So that's it? You just forget about the rest of it because all of a sudden you're not the only supernatural being in the world?" Abe asked indignantly.
"It's probably for the best. We know what we're doing," Mary nodded at Henry. "It's better this way."
"I'm going, I'm not going to just sit here knowing what I know now. I'm going to see this through," Abe vowed.
"Always the activist Abraham, but this is different. Stay out of it. Once you dive into the monstrous there's no getting out of it."
"He's not wrong," Dean commented.
"I've been in this all my life, mainly running from a hunter's misappropriation of what Henry is. I know monsters are real, not because I've seen them but because they think my father is one of them. So excuse me for needing to know what this is all about. I need to see it with my own eyes. I've seen evil, I need to know what you do is right because all my life it has been all wrong."
"Abraham," Henry protested but the look from the man shut him down. "Well I guess that means I'm going too. Who better to be bait then a man who cannot die?" He huffed and tossed a book aside.
"I'm in if they are," Lucas said. "I mean I'm not much of a fighter but I did med school, I can help if people get hurt. I know my way around a syringe."
"Really, well, I guess there is no talking any of you out of it so watch your backs, don't let them touch you, and stay away from the cops," Dean said as he moved toward the stairs again. "And maybe get some rest. We move when the sun sets."
"And you, what about you?" Henry asked suspiciously.
"I'm going to crash in the car for a couple of hours," Dean answered. "I need some sleep."
"Stay in the guest room," Abraham said, "or a couch in the shop. I'm not gonna have you running off half cocked because you didn't get your way."
"Sam?" Dean looked to his brother for back up.
"Go lay down Dean, mull it over," Sam said.
"Here, I'll get you something to eat, something good and strong to drink, hell I may even join you," Abraham said and followed Dean up the stairs. "Whatever it takes to get ready for whatever it is we plan to walk into together."
"Got any pie?" Dean asked as he finally gave in.
"I've made a mixed berry turnover," Abe answered.
"Close enough," Dean huffed and left the laboratory.