You'd given up about fifteen minutes ago, your head resting in your arms next to Sam's laptop as he researched nun records in the area. You needed to get a bone from a holy person to finish the Leviathan killing…weapon of sorts, and after a long search for everything, you were tired. Being in a quiet library didn't help either.

"Well, I guess if we can't find a righteous bone in a friggin' nunnery crypt."

Dean huffs, drawing your attention.

"All right. Here."

Sam lets out a breath, lifting his hand off the computer to gently scratch your head as he reads records.

"Listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict, uh, taught the learning-impaired and died at age 23."

Dean shakes his head,

"Eh, it's a little young. Find someone who's had time to cook."

Sam rolls his eyes, his fingers moving down to gently rub your neck. Your eyes flutter shut again as you relax against the table.

"Okay, well, there was, uh... here: Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor, became Mother Superior at age 60."

"Sounds political. Power corrupts."

Dean comments. Sam just groans, closing his laptop.

"You find someone then Dean. My Persona's tired, and I'm getting us a hotel so she can sleep."