Sam hummed slightly as he tilted his head back, letting the hot spray wash over him as he rolled his shoulders back a few times, making them crack.
They had taken their time with Ellen, longer than the others. Broader yet not as deep strokes, to cause the most pain but not let her bleed out any time soon. Any time she fainted from the pain it would just take a mental nudge from Dean to wake her up again.
He had to give her credit though, she never once begged for her life or for them to stop. She had that much composure and strength enough, in fact she spat at them, literally, when Dean asked her about it.
But eventually, even Dean got tired and being on earth limited what they could do. Back in Hell they could manipulate the realm enough to their liking to bring untold types of tortures to the souls on the rack. But no matter, this was earth and the rules were different.
And Sam kept his word, he used the jar that held Bill Harvelles soul, filled it with Ellens blood as well, and carefully added her soul into it. He watched the two curl around one another, as close as two soulmates could be, almost merging into one simple soul if not for the two different types of blood keeping them grounded and apart enough.
So close together and yet so far apart.
They didn't burn the body like they did the others, it didn't matter at this point. A group of hunters already knew it was them and most likely their information would be set out.
Let the hunters come with their noses in the air and a superiority complex, it made it easier to collect the souls when it came to them.
They did clean up the runes and symbols, no need for anyone to do any digging and realize what they were planning to do. And with Singers library he was sure that the old man would eventually figure it out.
He was torn between going back and burning the entire house and everything in it to the ground and just going in to steal all the books and things for themselves. Dean kept promising him a library of their own filled with books and documentaries that he kept failing at delivering so maybe it was up to him to start it.
But then the question came of where to keep it, they couldn't keep it in hell, so maybe it was a good thing that Dean wasn't giving him it just yet.
When the motel water started to turn cold Sam made a face and turned the water off, stepping out and grabbing a towel to dry his hair. Not bothering to put anything on or cover himself with the towel he came back into the main room, shuddering in relief at the hot air that hit him.
"Figured out a way to get the radiator working." Dean told him from the bed, eyes pinned on the television. Sam glanced at it, rolling his eyes when he saw the Spanish telenovela that Dean had gotten slightly obsessed with, and went to lay down next to his brother on the bed. Dean automatically wrapped his arms around Sam and held him close as he watched.
"Winchester knew about mom." Sam said, unable to keep watching the heavily makeuped woman sobbing over someone that may or may not be dead. "How do you think he found out?"
"Could only be another demon, they're the only ones that know and care enough." Dean said, not looking away. He made a sympathetic face. "Ricardo, no."
"Lots of demons knew about mom. Less that are willing to talk to hunters about it." Sam said before he rolled his eyes once more. "Of course, it has to be Crowley."
"Crowley loves us, he'd never tell hunters anything." Dean said, smirking despite what he had just said. "Or he'd love to screw us over more, one or the other."
"I'm pretty sure the only person that Crowley loves is Crowley." Sam said. "So for whatever reason he told the hunters about mom and about us, we have no idea what he said about us either."
"Well one way to find out, summon the demon and get the information from him." Dean said, still not looking away from the sitcom. Sam debated to turn it off but decided not to, it was still before midnight meaning it was still technically Deans birthday. "Right after this show."
Sam was quiet for a moment. "Are we going to try to kill him?" he asked.
"I don't think so, he has a lot of uses and it's good to have the king of the crossroads on our favor." Dean said. "Why?"
"Just wondering." Sam said innocently. "I mean Crowley has his uses and everything, like you said. But if we do end up killing him...it would mean orphaning Juliet. And she's too good to be left alone or given to any other demon."
"We are not adopting a hellhound Sam!"
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