⠀⠀ ⠀⠀79', 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

“coffee is just fine.”

he's exhausted, running on barely any sleep and rapidly thinning patience. do not approach unless you're bringing coffee.

“hello to you too.” he boldly spoke, rolling his eyes as if to say get it over with. extending his hand out to reach her own.

“an amulet.” dean spoke aloud, eyes finding the second page. after a few seconds, he curled the sheets into his pocket. “oh and cain, no-body tells lucifer. no-body.”

his eyes lowered to the pages, his composure trembling slightly at the four words, 'wake up the host'. “what's the catch? cause theres always a damn catch. i go digging around inside pandora's head, wake ben up he throws her out, where does she go? what the hell happens to me?”

“you really going to walk away? of all the times you could, it's when he's on a razor thin edge?” dean pushed, he could see the connection between the two. rising up to stand. “drink your problems away, but i'm gonna get my son back one way or another.”

he chewed his lip slightly then, his actions and the hunters didn't help. “how cold we talkin? lucifer cold, or michael cold? cause something tells me the kid hasn't given up. he chose heaven, to protect.” dean shook his head then. “i don't think she will.”

“you take the kid, get the hell outta dodge. us hunters? we'll deal with the rest. i just.” this was the part he was on edge around. “i just need my kid back first, pandora fears rouben man. she wants him stabilised before she gives me ben back.”

“cute you think i'm gonna listen.” he cleared his throat, staring at cain. “my brothers back from hell. turns out lucifer aint caring for rouben. he's using him to erase pandora, erase himself in the process. then lucifer? he's gonna be right there to absorb powers.”

“rest. then you find jody, hell even try to find the kid. i'm going on a whim, i'm gonna find cain.” he expressed, rising up to grasp the keys for baby, snatching his jacket in a smooth grasp.

he's approaching anyway, taking a seat opposite. bold or stupid, he couldn't tell anymore. “we have to talk.”

he nodded to the plan, confirming he was on board. “you ever met the kid?”

“yeah, the worlds first murderer. ain't exactly an odd in our favour.” he stood up, sighing briefly; turning his back in a cloud of thought. he needed his son back. then it hit the winchester. “wait, jody. he trusts jody.”

“tell me what i gotta do sam.” for the first time in a long time, dean glanced at his brother. worry lingered in his eyes, he had learnt all about michaels son, but it was the devils territory.