If anyone could trick the forces of heaven and hell it was Gabriel, but these feet seemed a little too impossible to Sam, Dean, and Cas. To bad the poor bastard isn't around to answer the trios questions about his daughter had had 60 years ago.
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"So this is it." Dean glazed down at the book, eyes shifting across the ingredients once again. "This is how was find him."
"Yes. A Location spell to find an archangel." The four men, or men and a year old Nephilim child, stood in mild shock. After there fail the last week, they all needed a win, and Rowenna was thrilled to have given them one.
"Yes boys, though there might be a slight hiccup." This metal cut the happy mood in the room as the boys looked at her. "The last ingredient, an angel's feather."
"That's impossible, angels wings are made of grace, they don't make tangible feathers. This spell isn't possible." After a brief moment of silence falls upon the room, Sam racks his hand over his face and tells everyone to hit the lure, hard.
"Got it!" Dean practically screams in relief, 5 straight hours of reading about dicks with wings can really do that to a guy.
"Found something?" His younger brothers ask walked over to the older man.
"No Sammy, I have nothing, I just really wanted to mess with you guy-of course I have something." Sam shrunk in defeat and waited for his brother to share the new information. "Ok, so I was looking into some Men of Letters files and I think I found something. Before the Americans went dark, one of them an Odell Vic." He flipped the faile he was holding around to show a picture of a young man in his late 30's. "Tried to extract the wigs from an angle."
At this news, the angel and half angel present squirmed. "Was he successful?" Sam questioned and was only given a shrug in return.
"Doesn't say."
"Still," The youngest spoke up. "It would be worth a look right?"
"My thoughts exactly," Cas ensured. It wasn't long till all four boys were crammed into the Chevy Impala, heading in the direction of TOOL post.
The post was strangely close to the bunker, from the outside it simply looked like an abandoned factory. But as the men began looking around, they found a similar drain lid leading down. The Boys crawl down and land in a crossroad of abandoned hallways.
The usual clean manner they find in The Men Of Letters design was all but abandoned. A hole was pushed or burned into the walls and was accompanied but blood splatter and stains long but dried. Silence fell upon the group and the smell of death entered there lungs.
"Well then." Dean took a flashlight out from his back pocket and lit it. " Let's see if this Odell Vic knew what he was doing." The brothers set off down one hall and the two angels off in the other.
Looking around you could tell whatever happened to the men who work here wasn't pretty. Scratch marks littered the walls, getting more frequent as the Boys walked on. Long since dried splatters of blood decorated the floor here and there, but it was obvious something happened here 60 years ago. There was an unsteady feeling about how easy this whole thing was as if a trap was about to be strung. Needless they continued.
Then, as soon as the path of destruction started, it stopped. "I guess they killed whatever was causing the destruction." The child spoke up, uneasy lacing his voice with every word."
"Let's hope so." There was a pause of silence. "Come on. If they were preparing to take in Angel feather, they must have had a lab of some sorts, right?" Sam Spoke up and the other mutually agreed.
"Come on." Dean flashed his light in front and continued walking off into the base further. "We're not going to find anything standing here, are we?" They continued into the base until they were faced with what they wanted to find. Odell's lab.
There, the destruction they saw was nothing compared to what they found in the hallway. Four enchanted chains hung in the middle of the room, a massive blood stain decorated the floor underneath. Counters and cabinets lined the rather large room, all covered with tools. Ranging from knives, capsules, and Garrett wire. Each laced with dried crimson.
"Oh god." Jack looked in complete shock at everything.
"If the feathers are anywhere, they would be here. Get looking." The eldest Winchester said, not even batting an eye at a scene before. Soon enough, the other three joined in on the search. "
"I think these or them," Cas said in a monotone voice. Pulling a glass jar containing green light form a cupboard. Each side trained with handprints. "But I still don't understand how this is possible. Taking an angels grace is one thing, their wings and keeping them in tangle form." He stuck his head. "This shouldn't be possible."
"Hey. We so rarely get a win, how about accept it. Let's take them back to Rowenna, see if she can tell if they are really angle wings or not." Everyone building agreed, and the team soon found themselves back in the Impala, heading back home.
"Are you ok?" Cas asked the pouting boy as he stared at the jar in his lap.
"Yeah, it's just… They feel weird like I should know them." The angel looked at Jack in concern.
"We'll figure it out evenly. For now just sit back and relax."
"No," The boy shook his head. "I have an idea." Before Cas stop him, or the brothers even knew what was going on, Jack pulled open the lid of the jar and reached in for the substance inside.
"Jack, What Are You Doing!"
"Cas, what's going on back there?!" Sam turned his body to look back at the commission as Dean pulled the car over. But the Young man didn't stop. He pulled out a feather that becomes tangible in his hands. A brilliant green color that rivaled any forest.
The older angle tried his best to grab it and shove the feather into the jar, but his hand was like a ghost to it.
"Jack, put it back in the jar we have no idea what that thing can do." Sam grabbed the boy's wrist to take the feather to form him but only succeeded in making the Nephilim drop the feather. As it hit the floor of the Impala, a shock wave blasted around it in the form of tremors.
The lid was forced back on to the jar that now only held 4 feathers. The boys could do nothing but stare at each other in a form of surprise and horror.
Little did the Winchesters know, the tremor spread farther than the highway they were traveling on. As it reached the tired little town they had just left, it sent pieces of ceiling and earth crashing down in the Men Of Letters Base something else was held much more powerful than angel feathers.
As rubble fell magical sigils broke and the spell keeping what caused all the danger in the base decades before awoke from sleep. A girl with twin scars decorating her back rose.
Chapter 2, the little piece of random writing to make you want to read more and prove I am better in 1pov and 3pov.
Jumping back I looked at the device making noise in front of me. "You good kid?"
"What. Is. That." I spat out horrified. The man looked at me like I deserved to be in an Asylum.
"It's a phone kid, I thought every Teenager knew what they were."
"No!" I scream in the middle of the near-deserted store. "That is a phone." I point to the Telephone hanging on the wall behind the counter and the man. "That.' shoving my finger at the small moving box that was yelling at me. "Is… Magic. Yeah, magic."
I had seen some weird things in my life. Demons, angels, ghost, ghouls, and everything in between. But I swear to my grandfather. That had to be sorcery.
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