Author's Notes: And this stems from my recent revival of my old obsession with Merlin. Hehe. All of this was posted on another site via my phone so there are a few mistakes. so sorry in advance. And yes there is a Cameo
Castiel appears behind the Winchesters and clears his throat gruffly to get their attention. Dean jumps a bit and turns around looking at the blue eyed angel.
"Damn it Cas, don't do that!" Sam laughs at Dean's over reaction, thinking he should be used to the angel popping up out of his ass by now.
"I didn't mean alarm you, Dean, but I come with news." Cas says after removing his head from the confused tilted position it found itself in after the Winchester's reaction.
"Awesome, lay it on me man." Dean says with a smile and Sam laughs. Dean gives him an incredulous look.
"Wording bro, wording." Sam snickers more and Dean shoves him.
"Where is that miniature candy whore when you need him?" Sam stops laughing looking down at Dean unimpressed.
"Can we please remain on topic and not remind me of my fallen brother?" Cas says with a slightly saddened tone that has both the brothers looking sheepish.
"Sorry Cas," Sam says as he rubs the back of his neck.
"It's ok Sam but I have good news involving our search in looking for allies to battle against the Knights of Hell."
"About time, no offense but we're getting our asses handed to us every time, wondering if your feathered asshole friends were even trying to help."
"Dean..." Cas' gruff voice shuts the older Winchester up, making him a little hot under the collar.
"Ok, Cas ignore him. Whatcha got for us?" Sam interjects.
"The Knights of Camelot," he says in all seriousness.
Sam scoffs as Dean furrows his brow in thought. Sam clears his throat. "Cas, they're a fable,a legend..."
"Just like most innocent humans think vampires and werewolves are?" Cas counters quickly. " Almost all legends stem from some truth,you two of all people should know this."
"Yeah, Sammy," Dean smacks his brother in the chest with a laugh before looking back at Cas. "Ok do where are they?"
" That's the problem. We have to find them and remind them who they are." Cas explains.
"And how are we supposed to do that?" Sam questions.
"First we need to release Merlin from the Grand Coven. Then he should help us but we have to do all this quickly before the Knights of Hell find Camelot." Cas looks at them expectantly.
"Yeah easy as that then," Dean says sarcastically. "How do we get there?"
"Well squirrel that's where I come in, don't wet your panties," Crowley smirks from behind them as Cas grabs their shoulders and teleports them.
\m/ Meanwhile somewhere in England \m/
It was simply a shallow pond in the backyard of someone's house. Nothing more than a neighborhood duck pond. So when the waters began to fountain up out of the pond owners of the house were shocked to say the least.
The owners of the house ran outside only to find the pond empty except for the body of a young man. The husband quickly called the paramedics as the wife knelt near the body. He joined her and they looked down upon appeared to be a dead man.
His regal features paled, his blond hair wet it down to his head, and his plush lips blue. Both the man in the woman startled with the once dead man began coughing and sputtering, gasping for air, before passing back out as the medics arrived.
They rushed the John Doe to the nearest hospital. He is quickly attached to machines and IVs as the prepare to operate on the now bleeding wound on his side. With all the modern advancements it's an easy repair and the man is placed in a room his strange clothes drying in a corner.
The police are called and put in the man's case, in hopes they can find out who he is. As everything settles around the sleeping man for the night a nurse walks into his room to check his vitals.
The scruffy dark hair nurse furrows his brows as he stops to look over the patient. He zones out a bit, feeling as though he knows the man,his amber eyes dilating. He jerks back away from the mystery man as someone all but shouts his name.
"Grian, are you alright, mate? I've been calling to you." The other male nurse seems concerned.
"I...uhh...yeah Rory I'm fine," he quickly does his final stats check and hurries other to the other nurse. He cast one last glance back at the John Doe and comes out to the waiting room were the couple that found him are waiting.
Grian smiles a charming and reassuring smile as he approaches them. They stand the dark haired man comforting his wife.
"Vance, Jenn..." Grian greets his two former school mates and shakes Vance's hand. "Your John Doe is doing well, but the doctor recommends you all head on home. We've got him from here."
"Can we...are we allowed to come back and see him?" Jenn asks looking up at Vance who nods his approval of the question.
"Yeah during visiting hours. So go home now and rest. You've had a stressful day you'll need it." Grian tells them as he sees them to the exit.
Grian returns to his rounds but keeps finding himself drawn back to the John Doe.
\m/ meanwhile with the Winchesters \m/
The sun is beaming down hot all around them as the stand outside a massive beachside mansion. Dean looks around with his lips pursed before looking back at the angel and demon on his shoulders.
"I don't think now is the right time for a vacation Cas," Dean turns taking in the house.
"Now Dean if Wings was going to take you away I think it would be more of a private affair, don't you?" Crowley says with his trademark smarmy smirk.
"So why are we here instead of at the Grand Coven?" Sam says quickly to move matters along.
"This is one of their safe houses, where wayward witches can rest. But more importantly this house acts as storage for things the Coven deems too valuable to keep in an excepted location." Cas explains.
"Like Merlin?" Sam says at the same time Dean says, "But a beach house..."
" A plus logic there Moose, and Dean these are women and men of luxury. Like they would degrade themselves to something trashy like a hovel or proper dungeon."
"Great we're dealing with the real witches of Orange County," Sam chuckles a bit at Dean's comment.
"Well that's all well and good but if you lads could get on with the rescuing now I really have somewhere I have to be," all four men look up to a window on the top floor of the house and see a white haired old man holding up his wrists jingling his shackles.