The Curse of the Mark

19

[Devil May Care]

Dean was lying on a picnic table. Sam sat next to him. Sitka sat next to them.

"So, what, Cas is human?" Sam asked.

Dean sat up, next to Sitka. "Ish. I mean, he's got no grace, no wings, no... harp, whatever the hell else he had."

"Okay," Sitka said. "Where'd he crash-land?""

"Called me from a payphone from Longmont, Colorado. I told him just to make for the bunker."

"Well, you think he can handle a road trip like that?" Sam wondered.

"Cas is a big boy. Things go Breaking Bad, they know our number. Right now, we got bigger issues."

"The fallen angels?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. I mean, thanks to Metatron, we now have a couple of thousand confused loose nukes walking around down here."

"What do you think they're gonna do?" Sitka questioned.

Dean shook his head. "I got no damn clue."

"What about Crowley? You guys, uh..." Sam mimed slicing his throat.

"I would've loved nothing better than to ice that limey bitch. But then I thought to myself, what would Sam Winchester and Sitka Modesto do?"

"I'd have stabbed him in the brain," Sam answered.

"Something with magic," Sitka said.

"Oh. Well, I figured the King of Hell might know a few things, so why not Zero Dark Thirty his ass?" Dean suggested.

They got off the table and went to the car.

Sam frowned. "Wait, so Crowley is... alive?"

Sitka opened the trunk to reveal Crowley as Dean said, "Oh yeah. He's the junk in my trunk."

A Devil's Trap had been painted to keep Crowley there.

"Huh," Sam noted.

Dean and Sitka entered the bunker. An arrow came flying towards Sitka, and got stuck in the handrail a few feet in front. Dean glanced at him and he nodded.

"The hell?" Dean and Sitka said.

Kevin stood from behind his barricade of books and a flipped-over table, holding a crossbow. "Dean? Sitka? You're alive!"

"Yeah, 'cause you're a crappy shot, Katniss," Dean retorted.

"Sorry. It's been a bad couple of days. I-I haven't slept, or eaten, I'm pretty backed up."

"Okay, overshare."

"After we talked, this place went nuts, all right? Th-there was some alarm, and all the machines were freaking out, and the bunker just locked down. I couldn't open the door, my cell phone stopped working, I thought the world was ending."

"Close," Sitka replied. "The angels fell."

"The... what does that mean?"

"Nothing good." He took the crossbow from Kevin. "Listen. Next time the world's ending, grab a gun. Works a hell of a lot better."

He put the crossbow on the table and started walking away. Dean followed and pulled out his phone. "I got service."

Sitka pulled his out. "Me too."

Kevin flipped a switch on the bunker's control panel. Lights turned on and there was the sound of mechanics whirring into action. "It's back online. Maybe when you guys opened the door from the outside door, it reset the system."