Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}

13| Dick's Master Plan

"Is Cass going to help Uncle Sammy?" Maddie looked up at me.

"I don't know, darling. I hope so."

Meg made a gagging sound behind me and I glared over at her.

"What? I don't do sap."

"Why are you even here, again?"

"I'm helping. Unlike you. How much action have you been able to help with exactly with those two little tykes attached to your hip all the time?"

"Keeping them safe and out of the way is helping, Meg. They're my children."

"Right," she nodded. "And yet, you still feel like they're holding you back. You'd rather be out hunting with Dean and his psycho brother."

"Shut up."

"Oh, looks like I struck a nerve."

I didn't respond, looking over to where Dean was handing the trench coat back to Cass. After donning it, Cass looked over at the rest of us and then he flapped his wings and disappeared.

"Stay here," Dean ordered, hurrying toward the entrance of the hospital.

"Dean-"

"Just watch the kids, alright? I'm going to go check on him and Sam."

"Man, benched again," Meg taunted. "That's got to hurt."

"Come on, Maddie. Let's go get the car."

"You know, you can't ignore me forever. Have you even gotten to see Psycho Sammy since he was admitted? I bet you haven't. Does Dean even tell you things, or does he keep you in the dark while he goes off to save the day?"

As soon as I'd finished strapping in Zeppelin and Maddie was safely in the back beside him, I rounded on Meg, making sure Maddie couldn't hear what was being said.

"You know what? I am so sick and tired of hearing it from you," I growled. "I thought you were here to help, but all you've done since we picked you up is make jabs at me."

"I also helped jog Clarence's memory," the demon pointed out smartly.

"Okay, that's it. Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now. Because I can, and I will, bitch."

"You can't kill me. Dean's got the knife."

"I don't need a knife. I'm still the Ecclesia and I got no problem snapping my fingers and killing you right now."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on here?"

We both turned to see Sam and Dean both making their way toward us.

"Nothing," Meg smirked. "Good to see you up and around, Sammy."

"Meg," he bit out.

"Where's Cass?" I asked.

"He's... uh... He took one for the team. Meg, we need a favor," Dean addressed her.

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Cass had taken Sam's hallucinations on himself and Meg stayed behind to keep an eye on him. Our next case was given to us by a hunter named Garth Fitzgerald the Fourth. He had helped us in Vegas on the demon case with Becky and was cashing in his 'you owe me one'. It turned out to be a Shojo, a Japanese alcohol spirit that was killing people. Also, while we were there, Dean started to think that maybe Bobby's ghost was still around because he was carrying Bobby's old flask everywhere.

The theory proved correct on the following case. We were investigating the Old Van Ness house, which was one of the most haunted houses in America. A woman Sam and Dean used to know named Annie was working it, but she never showed up after calling us for backup. Finally, while I was keeping Zep and Maddie entertained and Sam did research, something showed up. Dean had taken a shower, and when he got out, the words 'Annie trapped in house' were written in the condensation in the mirror.

"Guys?" Dean called. "Tell me one of you wrote that."

"N-no, Dean, we didn't," Sam replied and I shook my head.

"Well, then, who's there? I said who's there?!"

We all watched as the hot water faucet turned on by itself and the mirror began to steam back up. Slowly, the letters in Bobby's name were written out by someone we couldn't see.

"Bobby?" Dean breathed. "This whole time, we've been trying to talk ourselves out of it, he's been- what's he doing here?"

Sam held up Bobby's flask on the table.

"Dude."

"We got to get back to that house, stat," Dean said.

I stayed behind with Maddie and Zep while Sam and Dean took the flask and went to investigate the house some more. They found out that Van Ness was the one that killed Annie and was trapping all the ghosts in the house. Once they torched the bones and got to the house, they finally found Annie's corpse with Bobby's help and put her to rest as well.

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Thanks to Bobby, we learned Dick's plan for the empty field. They'd broken ground on what their site claimed was a biotech lab. According to Bobby, it was actually a slaughterhouse for people, and thanks to the stuff like the Turducken that would dumb everyone down, no one would be the wiser.

"They're not hunting anymore," Bobby said. "They're engineering the perfect herd. Now, we've gone up against plenty liked to eat a few folks in the woods. This ain't that. This is about knocking us off the top of the food chain. This is about them Levis living here forever, one percenter style, while we march our dopey, fat asses down to the shiny new death camps at every corner."

Just then, Sam's laptop beeped.

"It's an email... from Frank," he said.

"Frank's alive?" I asked.

"That jackass, always stealing my thunder," Bobby grumbled.

"'Sam and Dean, if you're reading this, I'm dead... or worse. This e-mail was sent because some prince is trying to hack into my hard drive right this second. So, unless it's you, you got trouble.'"

Sam glanced up at us, then continued reading.

"Um, okay. 'My drive is full of compromising info. Your new aliases, hangouts, where you stored your car..."

"Baby?" Dean whimpered.

"Even though he encrypted the crap out of his drive, he says we should assume that someone can hack into it eventually. He did put a tracking device on it."

We all gathered around the laptop to see as Sam clicked on a link in the email and a 'hard drive tracker' application appeared on the screen.

"Alright, let's see where Frank's drive is," he muttered, clicking another button.

A box appeared on screen saying that the drive was in Richard Roman Enterprises.

"Perfect. It's in the middle of the Death Star," Dean said. "Alright, well, off to Chicago."