carry on my wayward son [closed]

"Hopefully." Jessie looked at her.

Cady sat at the table, noting down a few things that seemed to fit in with her recollection of events and slowly started piecing a few pieces together. Despite not know exactly who had killed her father, she remembered a few encounters with a particular demon and mentally cursed as she came up blank with a name.

***

It was still dark when Dean woke up, groaning as he climbed out of bed and headed down to the kitchen to find Cady asleep at the kitchen table.

Going though the books in her dad's study. She tried her hardest to find the demon Cady kept mentioning. Yawning she took and sighed going at it so she could at least help her friend.

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Dean woke up to the darkness, as he took and rubbed his eyes sighing. Walking to the kitchen he saw Cady asleep and frowned. He picked her up softly and took her to her room and laid her down.

"Dean," Cady whispered as she stirred, drifting straight back off to sleep and waking up again to the sun shining through the window.

***

Sam smiled as he watched Dean carry Cady upstairs, putting on the kettle and sitting at the kitchen table.

Dean took and sat at the kitchen table flipping through stuff trying to figure out some things. Sighing he pushed his dad's journal away.

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Jessie walked into the kitchen sometime after, seeing Cady gone figuring she was asleep. Holding the book she noticed Sam staring at her. "Oh hey." Jessie gave him a sleepy smile but forced herself to keep going.

Cady awoke with a gasp and stared at the mirror, which now showcased a crack down the middle of it. The cracks continued to grow, creating a picture of a face and frown as she grabbed her note book to sketch it out.

***

"Morning," Sam mumbled with a smile, "Did you sleep okay?"

Dean took and decide to take and go check on Cady. Knocking on her door, "Hey you awake?" Dean questioned.

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"I haven't been asleep all night." Jessie admitted.

"Yeah," Cady mumbled, keeping her focus on the sketch in front of her and frowning slightly as the image became clear, "Crowley..."

***

"How come?" Sam inquired.

"What about him?" Dean questioned from the other side of the door.

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"Just had stuff on my mind, and trying to help Cady." Jessie told him.

"You can come in," Cady told him, realizing that she hadn't actually invited him in and glancing up as he entered.

***

"Dean had to carry Cady up to bed this morning, he found her passed out at the table..." Sam stated.

Dean walked in her room staring at her, "Ya ok?" Dean questioned.

***

"Ok." Jessie told him as she disappeared back to her dad's books as she finished searching through them.

"Yeah, just... thinking," Cady told him with a small smile.

***

Sam was worried. He was worried about both the girls, but he also knew that they were a lot stronger than anyone he'd ever met and, despite not wanting to admit it, that scared him a little.

"I just wanted to check on you." Dean told her. "Plus I am going to make some food, if you're hungry." He told her.

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Jessie took and looked through the books picking the ones that she figured would help them in the long fight.

"Not really," Cady admitted honestly, "I could definitely use some coffee though."

"I'll get you some made." DEan smiled at her.

"Thanks," Cady mumbled as she stood up, following him back downstairs and greeting Sam with a smile, "Hi."

***

"Hey," Sam replied, returning the smile and taking a fresh cup of coffee into Jessie.

Dean took and smiled handing the cup of coffee to Cady, "There you are." He told her.

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Hearing someone walk in, Jessie turned around seeing Sam. "Thank you." Jessie replied.

"Thank you," Cady said, taking a seat at the kitchen table and drinking some of her coffee.

***

"You're welcome, did you find anything?" Sam asked.

"You're welcome." Dean smiled as he took and went about making their food.

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"Nothing useful." Jessie sighed sipping the coffee. "It's all the same stuff. Even down to dad's first journal. It's all the same repeat stuff." Jessie told him frowning.

"Hey Dean," Cady asked as she looked over at him from her place at the table, "What do you know about Crowley?"