“I disagree. It’s fascinating, really. Your soul is completely tied to your body. I doubt that anything could release it short of burning every shred of you to ash. And even then…” She ran her fingers along the blade, coating her delicate hands with Jack’s blood. “If I can find out how, I can keep my children safe again.”
"There’s nothing you can do,” said Jack. “I can’t just pass it along. You can’t cast a spell for this. It was an accident that I’m this way as it is.”
Jack had no idea what he could tell the crazy women, but being filleted and dissected to find out how ticked was not of his favorite pastimes. He wondered if the Winchester’s were even looking for him. Well, Sam wouldn’t give up, that he was pretty certain about.
“We’ll see.” Eve held out a hand. “Needle,” she commanded. “We’re going to take a little sample and see what it does."
She wasn’t gentle extracting Jack’s blood, but she did give the resultant wound a little kiss when she was finished. “You’re going to help me save my children,” she promised. “And then I can give you whatever you need.”
Dean ate his burger as Sam stomped back to the car and got in. "No luck?”
Sam shook his head and dug his own food out of the bag, making a face as he unwrapped it, but eating it anyway.
“There has to be a way we can track him down,” said Dean around a mouthful of food. “A spell, maybe?”