habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

081. second trial

"That sounds like us." Dean says.

"Yeah. Also, no link between any of the victims. Uh, one was a real estate agent. Another was a local historian. Woman killed last night was a teacher." 

"So, chupacabra. What do we got? Power tools gone rogue? Wait-- are we talking a "Mexican Overdrive" situation here?"

"I don't know. Worth a shot, though. I'll grab my gear. We should probably leave in five."

"Mm-hmm." Dean nods, looking at the magazine.

"Unless, of course, you need some more time with Miss October." Sam says.

"What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, make it ten." Dean says. Sam chuckles and leaves.

"At least have the alone time in your bedroom. There are children here." Larissa says.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Dean says. He looks down at the trash can, seeing a bloody napkin in it.

"Dean?" Larissa calls making him look at her. "You good?"

"Uh..." Dean watches her attention go to Athena after she makes a noise.

"Yeah? Yeah, more milk?" Larissa asks, holding the bottle to her daughter's lips and Athena resumes drinking.

"Nothing. No, no, I'm good." Dean says. He takes the trashcan and puts it somewhere else, not wanting to worry Larissa.

+++

It's been about a week and Larissa was made aware of Sam coughing up blood and that Cas had stated that the first trial broke Sam beyond an angel's repair. The worry in Larissa greatly increased, but Sam did his best to assure her that he'd be fine.

The four Winchesters get to Garth's boat and Dean pounds on the door.

"Kevin, open up!" Kevin opens the door, a large cast iron skillet in hand, the guy looking worse for wear. "Whoa! Whoa. Geez. What's going on? What's with the S.O.S.?" They walk in and Kevin shuts the door.

"It's him." Kevin states.

"It's who?" Sam asks.

"Crowley." Kevin says.

"What about him?" Dean asks.

"He's in my head." Kevin says.

"He's... in your head?" Sam asks.

"Do you know what that means?" Kevin asks.

"Yeah, it means we need to up your anxiety meds." Dean says, earning a slap on the arm from Larissa. "Kevin, you're dreaming. Look, if Crowley knew where you were, he'd do a hell of a lot more than mess with your head."

"All right, where's Garth?" Sam asks.

"On a case. Or the dentist. I don't know. I haven't heard from him." Kevin says.

"Okay, well, what did you want to tell us that you couldn't say on the phone?" Dean asks. "Would you put the frying pan down, please?" Kevin does so.

"I translated the second trial from the tablet." Kevin says.

"You... crazy prophet, you. Nice work!" Dean compliments.

"And if Crowley's in my head, he knows." Kevin says.

"Okay, he's definitely not in your head." Dean says.

"He's not in your head, Kevin. It's okay. Just... we know you're distressed. Just stay with us, all right? What's the second trial?" Sam asks.

"An innocent soul has to be rescued from Hell and delivered unto Heaven." Kevin says.

"What?" Dean asks.