Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

19 | Trial and Error [ Chasing Our Tails ]

Dean gestured his gun to Sam backwards, signaling him to take the other side, meanwhile gesturing the gun to Clarissa forward, signaling her to follow him.
She obliged and took light footsteps.

The table were buried with tons of papers, scattered. The pin board was bombarded with sticky-notes everywhere, other languages written on them. Must be Enochian.

They heard noises from the bathroom and Dean swung it open with his hand, a gun still pointed on the other.

"Found him."

Kevin looked miserable; he was leaning over the toilet, vomiting. The three lowered their guns and accompanied him to sit.

"Boy, you look like hammered crap."

"Yeah," Kevin answered nasally.

"Have you been sleeping?" She asked, crossing her arms beneath her chest.

"Not really."

"Have you been eating?" Clarissa pressed.

"Hotdogs, mostly."

Clarissa nodded hesitantly, "sure. Breakfast for champions."

"Look, I'm gonna feel dirty for saying this, but you might want a salad and a shower."

Kevin took out the bloodied tissue from his nostrils and threw it on the trashcan. "I know,and I've been getting bad headaches and nosebleeds, and uh, and I think I might've had a small stroke."

Before Dean could make a comment while Sam was watching Kevin concerned, he added, "but it was worth it."

"What was worth it?" Sam asked.

He grinned proudly before standing up. "I figured how to close the gates of Hell."

"You—"

The trio looked at each other before they all chuckled. "Come here you smelly son of a bitch," Dean said, nearing Kevin. He lifted Kevin up and Sam and Clarissa laughed, clapping. He put down Kevin and Sam, excited, asked. "Okay, okay, So does this mean? What are we looking at?"

"It's a spell." He said, making his way to his table and grabbing a piece of paper as the Winchesters crowded over him to see what was written. Clarissa clicked her younger when she couldn't see from the broad shoulders of the Winchesters that blocked the view. She settled on peering over Dean's shoulder.

"And?"

"And it's just a few words of Enochian," Kevin handed the paper to Dean who responded with a "here we go,"

"The spell has to be broken after you finish all three trials."

She stared at Kevin, "trials like, 'Law of Order'?"

Dean's lips twisted up to a smile and shared a hi-five with her who understands the reference. Dean and Clarissa always had a connection with references.

"More like Hercules." Kevin said. "The tablet says, "whosoever chooses to undertake these tasks should fear not danger, nor death, nor... A word I think means getting your spine ripped out through your mouth for all eternity."