habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

044. killing the mother

Sam, Larissa, and Bobby walk into the basement where Dean is.

"Hey. How you doing?" Sam asks.

"Six shells. That's how I'm doing." Dean says.

"Well, you know, it's a hell of a lot more than what we had last week." Sam says.

"Maybe." Dean says.

"Meaning?" Bobby asks.

"Meaning I just had myself a little mishap a few minutes ago and, uh, well, here, look." Dean says, rubbing some ash on his arm and nothing happens to him.

"Whoa." Sam mumbles.

"Huh." Bobby hums.

"I mean, this stuff is supposed to burn the bejeezus out of Eve, doesn't even give me a sunburn." Dean says.

"Lore says it works." Bobby shrugs.

"That's always reliable." Dean says.

"Well, you know what? Maybe it's like, uh-- maybe it's like iron or silver. You know? Hurts them, not us." Sam suggests, Larissa nodding in agreement.

"Maybe, but a fat lot of good it does us till we can find the bitch." Dean says.

"I'm looking, but I'm thinking maybe it's time you made a call." Bobby says.

"Why has it always got to be that makes the spell, huh? It's not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude's busy." Dean says. Larissa notices Cas appear behind Dean. The hunter turns, jumping when he spots the angel. "Cas, get out of my ass!"

"I was never in your--" Cas says. "Have you made any progress in locating Eve?"

"Well, we were gonna ask you about that." Bobby says.

"No, I've looked, but she's hidden from me. She's hidden from  all angels." Cas says.

"Awesome." Dean rolls his eyes.

"You know, what we really need is an inside man." Sam says.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"Something with claws and sympathy." Sa msays.

"Like a friendly monster?" Dean asks and Sam shrugs. "Those are in short supply these days, don't you think?"

"Sure, but we've meet one or two, right?" Sam asks.

"Maybe."

"So, we can find one."

~ ~ ~

The four hunters are waiting when Cas appears with a woman.

"Lenore." Sam greets. She tries to run. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hey, hey. Lenora, stop. Look, we're happy you're here."

"Been a long time. You remember us?" Dean asks.

"I remember. Your hunter friend almost killed me." Lenore says.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, uh, he turned into a vampire and I chopped his head off." Sam says.

"Yeah. With a razor wire.  Wicked." Dean smiles.

"Well, that's something. What's going on? Why am I here?" Lenore asks.

"Well, um, that's Cas." Sam points to the angel. "He's our friend. And we need to talk to you. About Eve."

"Eve? I have nothing to say about Eve." Lenore says.

"You sure about that?" Dean asks.

"I'm trying to stay away from her, believe me." Lenore says.

"Where's your nest?" Sam asks.