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Chapter 12 – Too Many Dicks

Sam, Dean, and Krysta pulled up outside SucroCorp in an old, unmarked car. Krysta and Dean tried to wait patiently while Sam hacked into the security feed.

With some help from Charlie, of course.

A video of Dick Roman in a business meeting came up on the screen of Sam's laptop. Dean smiled.

"Gotcha, Dick."

Krysta snorted. "Dude, do you have any idea how wrong that sounded?"

"Shaddup."

Sam laughed. "Very mature, guys. So that's second floor," he pushed a button and the video changed, "and that's…wait, what's that?"

Dean looked over from the driver's side. "What the hell?"

Feeling left out in the backseat, Krysta leaned in between the driver's and passenger's seat. "No way," she breathed.

The second video showed Dick Roman. Sitting in his office doing paperwork.

"Is that Dick?" Dean asked, not believing his eyes.

Sam pushed another button; Dick was walking down a hallway. "And that's Dick!"

"Son of a bitch." Dean leaned back in his seat and shut his eyes. Now what?

"Hang on a sec." Krysta's eyebrows pulled together. "How is that possible?"

Dean ignored her. "Cycle through again," he told Sam.

After watching multiple Dick Romans over the video feed for a few minutes, the trio decided to go back to their safe house. They would figure out what their next step was there.

Meg was leaning on the door frame raising an eyebrow. She was in a particularly snarky mood. "Tell me again why you turned tail? You were right there!"

'What a bitch,' thought Krysta. For the seventy-second time that day, she asked herself why they were working with a demon. She smiled at her uncle as he brought everyone another sandwich.

Dean sighed. "Shut up, Meg."

"Because Dick made more Dicks," Sam enlightened her. "He must have kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere. They'd all have to touch it."

Krysta watched Cas as Sam spoke. He seemed really nervous about something, trying to busy himself in the kitchen.

Dean had apparently noticed too. "Hey Shifty, what's your problem?" he called.

Castiel evaded the question. Grabbing a plate and towel, he proceeded to dry it. "Do we need a cat?" he asked, causing Krysta to raise her eyebrows. "Doesn't this place seem one species short?"

Krysta sighed. She missed the days before her uncle had lost his marbles.

"You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks?" Dean asked. His patience was running low. "Crowley was pretty sure you could help—"

"I can't help!" Castiel was too quick to answer. "Do you understand? I can't!"

'Something really bad must have happened to screw him up this badly,' Krysta thought, 'but what?'

"I destroyed everything, and I will destroy everything again," her uncle continued. "Can we please just leave it at that?"

There was a beat of silence.

Dean stood up angrily. "No," he said. "No, we can't."

"Dean," Sam warned.

"We can't 'leave it.' You let these frigging things in. So you don't get to make a sandwich, you don't get a damn cat! Nobody cares that you're broken, Cas! Clean up your mess!"

'I care!' Anger bubbled up inside of Krysta. It didn't matter what he did, no one got to talk to her uncle like that!

Castiel looked at Dean for a long moment, hurt. He put down the plate and rag and walked up to him. "You know, we should play twister." Then he disappeared.

Krysta was still sitting on the couch. "You're a dick, Dean," she growled.

"Excuse me?"

She stood up and stormed over to him until they were nose to nose. "I said, you're a dick. He was doing the best he could when he took in Purgatory! Sure, he was a bit misguided, and yeah, he should have gone to you for help, but he was trying!"

"He—"

"I'm not finished!" she shouted. "The point is, after all he's sacrificed, after all he's done for you, you still treat him like shit! It shouldn't matter what he did! You guys are a family! You need to get off your high horse and forgive him already. Oh, and since he won't give this to you, I will." Her right hook hit him square in the jaw, hard enough to have him stumbling back.

Ignoring the stinging in her hand, Krysta sneered at him. "One more thing," she crossed her arms, feeling a bit better watching Dean rub his sore jaw, "along with being a dick, you're also an idiot."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. He wasn't about to admit it, but he agreed with Krysta. Dean had that punch coming.

"Did it ever occur to you that uncle Cas had all those things inside of him?"

"So?"

"So, he knows them. He can see past the meat suits." With a flick of her hair, Krysta flashed away.

Sam caught on first. "So he'll be able to spot the real, fake Dick Roman."

Meg smirked from where she was standing. "Gold star, Sugar Pants. Too bad he's Fruit Loops, you might have had a chance." She looked over—followed by Dean and Sam—to where Krysta and Castiel were now.

Castiel was balanced precariously on a Twister mat while Krysta sat next to it on the floor. She held the spinner in her hand.

"Alright, uncle Cas, left hand yellow."