Chapter Thirteen: Burger Buns and Blazing Guns

Sam wanted to laugh at the awkwardness that spread on Dean's face when he looked at Reina. He had rarely seen his brother out of countenance with people, especially girls.

Somehow, his brother wasn't - he wasn't giving her the usual treatment.

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"So – where are we?" He brought the discussion back on point.

"Ramiel, another Prince of Hell, has a Lance of Michael – that can maybe kill an archangel." Sam summarized for Dean. "So where is this Ramiel?" Dean asked Reina.

"I – I don't know his location. I wish I remembered more details of the last season, but I only watched it a few times." She looked at him and suddenly remembered all the fanfiction she'd written – and she wondered how he'd react if she ever showed it to him. She felt like her face was suddenly burning with the effort of keeping back the blush.

"How many, is few times?" Deans asked, half-smiling.

"Uhh -" Dean watched her count on her fingers. "four?" She shrugged.

"That's – wow. Why so less?" Reina smiled at his sarcasm. "Classes." She leaned back into the wall.

"Classes?" Sam turned towards her. "You –

"I was in college. I'd gone back after a few years of gap – I wonder, what's happening there right now." She sighed. "Will they think I'm missing? Or will they forget me?" She spoke almost curiously.

No one knew quite what to say.

"Hey, it's going to be fine. We'll find out what is going on here." Bobby reassured her. "I know you will." She smiled at him. "Thank you. You're all so – so good to me. Thank you." She gathered up all the pages. "I'll write these things down better – there are more things that will help. Also, there are a few hunts – I don't know if they'll happen here – have you gone to Minnesota?" She asked, consulting a page.

"Minnesota? Why?" Dean asked.

"There was a hunt, about a psychic kid –

"You mean Magda?" Sam said, "We just finished that hunt a week ago."

Reina looked away, sudden tears coming to her eyes. "What?" Dean noticed and moved towards her. "I'm sorry." Reina held back the tears with an effort, but she couldn't get rid of the choking throat. Sam dropped to the floor again and put a hand on her shoulder. "What is it? Is it – is it Magda?"

Reina nodded. "She didn't make it, did she." Dean said, tonelessly. "What happened?"

"Ketch." Reina spoke in a small voice. "He's from the British Men of Letters." She slapped her forehead. "Damn – I should have told you this earlier. He's been following you around, seeing how you handle the cases. And according to their "code", you should have killed Magda. Which is why he killed her. They have killed everything supernatural in the UK – no monster can get in there by any means, because they would track it down and kill it. And they are trying to do the same thing here. They sat and watched because things weren't on the verge of collapse, until Amara almost killed God, and the Sun almost died."

"So – what you're saying, is that they knew about what was happening here, with us, with apocalypse, with leviathans, with – everything?" Bobby spoke, and Reina heard the bitterness in his voice.

"Yeah. I think so. And yes, they didn't take any efforts to help out. They're selfish people. Only one of them ever realizes that supernatural isn't black and white; with every hunt, every monster, every kill there is a gray area. And you have learned that the hard way – those people just train to kill a thing, and once they locate the monster, they kill it. Sort of like video games."

"I knew it. I knew they were not to be trusted." Dean exclaimed.

"But you can't let them know you know they're following you now. You have to take care." Reina took up the pen and paper and started writing.

"What is it?" Sam asked. "I'm just writing out some facts about two more cases – about the Thule, and Asa Fox."

"Asa? The hunter Asa Fox?" Dean asked. "Yes. He's going to die, if he's not dead already – you have to find out. His friend, bucky – kills him, and tries to pin it on a demon. You have to get in touch with Asa Fox as soon as you can." Sam nodded, already pulling out his phone. "And you have to track the Thule members. They are – you won't believe this."

"What?" All three men turned their attention to her. "The Thule are trying to raise Hitler."

"Hitler?"

"Yeah. Adolf Hitler. Nazi guy, bottlebrush mustache, big dictator, German guy –

"We know who he is. But he's dead." Dean answered her, "How are they –

"His soul. Hitler's soul was saved in a pocket watch from that time, which is in an ancient things' shop somewhere – damn it, I don't remember if it was Missouri, or Iowa – but the Thule kill two people, the shop owner, and the lady trying to buy it. That's the case you go to solve. And oh, they need the girl – Ella, Ellie, something – she's Hitler's descendant, and they need her blood to revive him."

"Wow. This is pretty bizarre, even for us." Sam remarked. "You sure it might happen here?"

"Well, you did manage to meet the Thule once before here, didn't you? Because if you didn't, then this might not be a part of this universe's timeline."

"We met them," Sam replied. "So, there is a pretty good chance that this might happen." Sam got up. "I'll go make some calls, check things out. Talk to Asa at least."

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"Okay." Reina picked up the papers in her hands and gingerly got up. "I guess I'll go rest."

She had only taken a couple of steps when -

"Hey!" Dean rushed forward to catch her before she hit the ground. "What's the matter? Sam!"

"No, no, it's – I'm just weak. I just – a little dizzy." She tried to stand by herself and swayed again. "Sam!"

"When did you last eat?" Bobby asked. "Hang on - let me get you something."

"C'mon, sit down. That's it," Dean helped her into a chair and pulled out a snack bar from his pocket. "Here. Eat."

"What happened?" Sam rushed in. "She almost fainted." Dean pointed to her nibbling on the energy bar. "Oh. I'll get her –

"Bobby's getting her food."

"Okay, good." Sam sat down opposite her. "It's fine, Sam. I'm just a little tired, you go back." She chowed down on the bar, taking small bites. "Fhanks, Dean." She mumbled through her bite.

"You okay now?" Dean stood over her chair, hovering. "Mhhm. My head's stopped pounding at least." She finished the bar.

"Here," Bobby came in, with a burger and a bottle of water. "What's the last thing you ate?"

"She had a sandwich she had with us at lunch – yesterday," Dean answered for her as she took the burger. "What kind of burgers are these?" She held one up. "What meat is in this?"

"Beef." Bobby looked at her, confused.

She sighed and set it down.

"She can't eat Beef," Sam answered Bobby's raised eyebrows.

"Oh, come on. Are you crazy? You need to eat something." Dean sat down beside her.

"I know, Dean. But I can't eat this." She pushed the burger away.

Dean stared at it silently for a few seconds before he pulled it towards himself. He unwrapped it and began to separate the layers. "Here." He pushed the buns with only dressing in them towards her. "You can eat that at least, can't you?"

She looked at Dean, for a moment, frozen. "Thank you, Dean." She picked up the bun and began to eat.

"This means you need to go for a supply run. We've run out of beer anyway." Bobby nodded at Dean. "It's nine in the morning. Should we go for breakfast?" Sam consulted his watch. "We could hit the town, do some early shopping, and be back for lunch."

"Sounds like a plan. You guys go ahead though. I need to catch some sleep." Bobby removed himself from the trip. "I'll see you later."

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