The Journal

Dean and Sam had only been investigating a case down in Iowa when they had been ambushed by bright lights and several figures that surrounded them. Dean and Sam aimed their guns at them and when they refused to back down Dean mowed down two of them and they went down for only ten seconds before rising back up. Sam's face was set in a grim line and then took the homemade bomb that he saved for extreme circumstances from his pocket and threw it into the horde. They used the distraction to escape back to their car. Breathing quick, they gave each other a glance before Dean started the car and Sam looked back just in time to see a man with a balding head, and pin striped suit run out the forest.

"Go, go, go!" Sam yells and Dean responds and the Impala shot forward just in time to avoid blinding lightning that shot down from nowhere. As soon as they arrived back in their motel room, they sat down on the bed.

"What the hell was that?" Dean was disbelieving as he went to his father's journal, to try and see if there was any information on what they might have encountered out in the woods that night. When his Dad's journal came up with nothing, and Sam was already snoring Dean turned off the light and went to sleep.

* * *

The next day, Sam wanted to go into the town's library to see if there was any local legend that might have explained what they had encountered last night. Dean was dozing on a hard backed chair and was thinking about how warm the mid-day sun felt to him when Sam's voice made him jerk around in his chair. He saw his younger brother carrying an old, decrepit book with no title on the front.

"Whatcha got there?" Dean asked with curiosity in his voice. The book looked ill cared for, dusty and worn.

"I think I might have found something big, I think that those people we saw in the woods were angels." Dean stared disbelievingly at Sam.

"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter, somewhere, would've seen one, at some point, ever?"

"Well this book says different, just read it." Dean took the book from Sam's hands and opened the page, the first page was old, and ink was inscribed on the page with neat hand writing. There was one main paragraph and there were other words that were in different languages that Dean didn't know. The first paragraph said:

'Castiel, if you are reading this, then I have failed. We are far from grace, further than I could ever imagine. You will feel things that will cloud your judgement. This enemy within is strong and unpredictable. Control these emotions or the fight cannot be won. The others have failed, learn from them but do not follow. You are the last. Michael.'

"Well that sounds… cheery" He turned the page, and was met with pictures of symbols, rituals, and exorcisms. Then, on the last page, was more english, this time the writing was more hurried, different than the writing he had seen on the first page.

Zachariah has openly abandoned Heaven and turned his back on the light of the Heavenly Father. Those who follow him will be most dangerous, for there is nothing more pitiful than a fallen angel who has abandoned Heaven, and in turn, God; but refuses to give up his powers. There is no escape, they are coming. I fear the end has finally come in this long war against Hell and it's Demons. This is the last stand. I can only hope that when I die, that I shall meet my end as bravely as the Great Micheal, Vanquisher of Lucifer, and that I will wander in the fields of the Lord once more. Castiel.

This was followed by a few old, dried drops of blood that trailed off to one side of the page. Dean flipped through the last few pages in the book and found that the last few pages of the journal were empty. Sam's face was sombre and Dean swallowed hard. It was hard to believe that angels actually had existed.

"I think we should go show Bobby this, he might want to see this."

* * *

They reached Bobby's place on Thursday, Sam had been flipping through the books and had found some pretty useful information about demons. They walked up to Booby's front door, and walked inside as Bobby answered the door. After greeting each other and when sitting at the table drinking coor beer did they hand the journal to him. They watched the emoticons flash on his face and then surprise.

"Uh, you guys, the demon that your Dad is after, didn't he say it had yellow eyes?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Bobby pointed to a passage in the journal.

Azazel, the demon with the yellow eyes, has escaped yet again. I believe now that he had the help of his army. The humans who he distribed at early age and gave them psychic powers. Azazel is Lucifer's right hand and is one of the original fallen. Whoever may find themselves agianst him, I pray for their success, and their safety; for as is the very fire he controls, Azazel is a cunning and clever opponent. Castiel.

"We should show this to dad." As Dean flipped through the two pages after, All crammed with information on Yellow Eyes. As Sam went to pull out his cell phone, Dean read another passage.

We have prevented the rise of Lucifer and slowed the breaking of the 66 seals but have lost many in the largest battle yet. Zachariah, my superior, has done nothing to prevent the deaths of my brothers and sisters. I believe that if we join forces with the hunters that live on this very earth on which we fight, we may stand a chance. Uriel, my brother in combat refuses to let the hunters join the fight, to not even let them know. I fear that this is the wrong choice, and that Zachariah and his garrison are working against us. To whoever may read this, you must think of the seals as the locks on a door, if 66 of 666 seals are broken, then Lucifer walks free to wreak havoc upon humankind and creation. This is something to be avoided at all costs. Castiel.

"Hey Bobby, how old do you think this book is?" Bobby took back the book and found a date on the front cover.

"It says here that this book is over 2000 years old."

"How did it last so long?"

"I don't really know, there were plenty of ways to keep books in good condition back then"

"Dad actually answered this time" Sams voice was surprised "He said he'll be here tomorrow"

* * *

The next day, John's truck pulled into the yard and he walked up to the front door. Once he knocked on it, Dean answered.

"So I heard that you two found some information on Yellow Eyes?"

"Um, yeah, it was in this really old journal that Sam found in this library after we got ambushed by ten of these weird people. We managed to get out okay, but they kept coming, even after I shot down two of them" Dean showed John the passage in the book and John read it. After reading, he smirked.

"I think I know how to kill it now" he said, and he pulled the Colt out of his pocket. "This gun can kill anything, so legend says".

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By next morning, John Winchester was gone.

This story was inspired by this video tralier

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04/05/10

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