"Now tell me, what seems to be the problem Sam?"
"He's depressed. Think he started the end of the world."
"I was addressing Sam, I want him to tell me why he feels the way he does." Dean pulled a face for the sake of the lie.
"I let Lucifer out of the box. I literally jump started the end of the entire world, and hundreds of people have died because of me. And more will die." Sam's voice held the right amount of melancholy. Dean thought he might have been playing the role a little too well. Time for his next line.
"I told him it wasn't him. See this Ruby chick, she's a demon, or was before we killed her, anyway she got him hooked on demon blood. Stuff was like a drug in the worst way. Sammy was all strung out and hyped up with evil mojo. I told him it wasn't his fault, he was just really really high." The Doc's face twisted and Dean knew they had him. Awesome. The truth always got you a straight jacket.
After causing their mother to jump out of her skin and having a good laugh over it, the girls sat at Bobby's kitchen table eating the spaghetti her mother had fixed for dinner. The meal was silent for over ten minutes before Ellen finally spoke up. "So Balthazar healed Jo?"
"Yeah mom. He did. And I didn't even ask him to do it." Ellen grunted in response.
"I still don't trust him."
"I don't expect you to. You don't know him. I get it. It's the 'protect my own' mentality that all hunters have. I do expect you to trust me though."
"That's a low blow Elizabeth Tina and you know it." Liz noticed Jo grinning at her over the rim of her beer bottle.
"Mom, I trust him. That should be enough for you to at least let him help. He's saved both me and Jo this week. I think you owe him a chance at the very least." Ellen remained silent. Well Liz figured she had to get her stubborn streak from somewhere.
"The girls got a point Ellen. We ain't exactly batting with the best odds here. And another guy on our team sounds good to me, especially if he's a former angel brigade member. And unlike Cas, he ain't lost his platinum pass yet." Bobby's phrasing was crude and blunt, as usual, but he was on her side. Liz smiled. With Bobby and Jo backing her, her mom didn't stand a chance at winning this one.
"Wraith. Sammy, it's a wraith." Dean and Sam were in the morgue of the asylum, inspecting the latest of the dead bodies.
"Well wraiths show their true forms in mirrors, so let's get to work." They heard footsteps approaching down the hall. "Shit!" Sam began to panic, hurriedly putting the body and the tools back where they found them. He slid the drawer to the body cooler closed just as the door opened.
"What are you two doing in her?" the nurse questioned the two men before her. Sam panicked. His brain was working a million miles a minute trying to think of something to say to get them out of this situation. Dean on the other hand knew exactly what to do. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and threw his hands in the air.
"Pudding!" The nurse cracked a smile.
"Alright, let's get you boys back up to bed."
"Crazy works, Sammy." Sam just grinned at his brother.
"Liz, come over here and look at this." Her mother was holding a newspaper in her hands.
"What is it?"
"Roy Jacobbs. Didn't you save him from a werewolf down in Louisiana last year?"
"Yeah, I did. And nearly lost a very vital organ in the process."
"He's dead."
"What?"
"Yeah, he boiled. In a Jacuzzi."
"Here's another one mom." Jo called from across the room.
"Mary Evans. Killed by a copy machine."
"I saved her from a wendigo up near the Canada border a few years back." Liz was flipping through her journal now. Matching names and hunts with the recent victims.
Two hours later they had a list 50 people long. All people Liz had saved, all in different parts of the country, and all dead from ridiculous accidents. "What the hell is going on?" Bobby exclaimed from his wheelchair near the fireplace.
"I have no idea. But from the looks of this, everybody I've ever saved is dying off." Liz was frustrated. What kind of monster could do this? What could travel this fast and more importantly track who she'd had contact with. A familiar flap of wings.
"I think I know what's going on." Balthazar's face had a strange look on it. "I've been keeping tabs on this for a while, I was beginning to wonder when you'd all catch on."
"You mean folks was dying and you just sat back to watch?" If Bobby could stand, Liz was sure he'd be doing his best to intimidate the angel in that moment.
"I wanted to make sure it was actually a pattern, and actually connected to Liz before I did anything. As it stands, it is, and I think I know who we need to talk to." He held out his hand and in his palm was a thin golden string.
"Well what's going on then?" Liz moved closer as she spoke to investigate the string in his hand.
"Atropos is behind the killings, I'm almost positive."
"You mean like, the youngest Fate sister?"
"She's the one."
Sorry for the delay guys. I was suffering from serious writers block. Not over major points, just little stuff. And then I realized the problem. I was trying to force myself to stick to close to cannon. I get bored writing about hunts we've all already seen (which is why Sam and Dean are so absent in this chapter) so as soon as I wrp the wraith hunt up, it'll be on to more exciting adventure. I wonder, anyone have any ideas what Atropos is up to? I'd love to hear thoughts. :) Reviews feed my muse, and help kick my lazy butt into gear a lot faster!