Chapter 2
A day later, Dean stopped their rental car near a small lake in England. He turned the engine off, and the brothers stepped out of the car.
"Somebody needs to build a very long bridge between the US and Europe." Dean said. "Because there is no way I will everfly for that long ever again."
"Sorry Dean," Sam said, not sorry at all. "But you will need to take the flight back home too."
"Not funny Sam." Dean muttered.
Sam laughed, and all Dean's bitterness disappeared at the sound.
"Are we sure we are in the right place?" Dean said.
"Bobby said that the file he found about Emrys mentioned the lake Avalon. This is that lake. It is a place as good as any to start digging."
"Okay. Let's go back to town. I can ask around for this Emrys, and you can bury your head in the books at the library as you usually do." Dean said.
"Sounds good." Sam said.
They took a last look at the lake of Avalon, before climbing into the car and driving back to town.
A couple of hours later, the brothers met again at a small diner.
"Any luck?" Dean said.
"Nothing on Emrys. But I did learn something interesting about the lake we visited. Did you know it is believed to be the Lake of Avalon?"
"The what?" Dean said.
"Dude." Sam said. "Lake of Avalon. King Arthur and Merlin?"
"You are such a nerd." Dean said.
"Jerk." Sam answered. "So how about you? Any luck?"
"I talked to an old lady. She claims to know everyone in this town, and said no one here is named Emrys. She said however that there is an old man living an hour away outside of town. He keeps to himself. Apparently, he is pretty weird, but she said that if anyone is or know anything about Emrys, it is him."
"It is worth checking out." Sam said and waved at a waitress, asking her for the bill.
The brothers left the diner and climbed into the car. After an hour of driving, the road suddenly stopped. In front of them was nothing but trees.
"The old lady said that he lived about a mile on foot from the road." Dean said.
"Then I guess we will walk." Sam said.
They got their gear out of the trunk and started walking.
"I am scared Dean." Sam suddenly said, after about twenty minutes of walking.
"It is just trees Sammy." Dean said.
"That is not what I meant."
"I know." Dean said.
He was scared too, but he couldn't admit it. Not right now, when Sam needed him to have hope.
"What if there is no other way? What if I have to say yes to Lucifer? Maybe that is for the best. Two evils in one body."
Dean stopped, and turned around to face his brother. Anger and devotion shone in his eyes.
"Don't you ever, ever say that again. Or I will bloody kill you myself. You are not evil Sam."
Sam nodded, but he couldn't convince himself.
"Why else am I the true vessel of Lucifer?"
Before Dean could answer, he was interrupted by a sudden sound.
"Quick, hide!" Dean said.
The brothers hide behind a tree each. Dean slowly peeked from behind his tree, and then suddenly hide again.
"What is it?" Sam whispered.
"It is an old man." Dean said. "Very old, maybe eighty. He…"
"You can come out." An old man's voice interrupted. "I know you are there."
Sam looked at his older brother, and Dean nodded in agreement. They stepped out from their hiding spots, guns ready. In front of them stood an old man. He was maybe eighty years old, his face full of wrinkles. He was wearing a long red robe, and had long white hair and a white beard. He rolled his eyes at the brothers' guns.
"Please. I have been following you for ten minutes. If I wanted to kill you, I would have already."
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
A little, almost invisible smile played on the old man's lips.
"What kind of a damn fooled question is that?" he said. "I am who I am, and I am who I was and I am who I will always be."
"What?" Dean said.
Sam smiled.
"He is not wrong." Sam said.
"I don't have time for games." Dean said, and drew his knife. "Tell me who you are!"
The old man said nothing. Suddenly, Dean rushed forward, turned the old man around and pressed his knife into the old man's back.
"Tell me who you are!"
The old man didn't even put up a fight, but he still didn't say anything.
"Are you Emrys?" Sam suddenly asked.
The old man jumped a little, a surprised look on his face.
"I have been called that, yes." He finally said. "A long time ago. Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter." Dean said.
"Dean." Sam said.
Then he turned to the old man.
"My name is Sam Winchester. That is my brother Dean. We need your help."
"No." Emrys said immediately.
"We haven't even asked yet." Sam said.
"The answer is still no." Emrys said.
"Do it or I will put the knife through you." Dean said.
"Dean." Sam said.
"I really wouldn't do THAT," Emrys said. "because if you do THAT I…."
"You what?"
"I wouldn't be able to help you, would I?"
Sam smiled. He could see that Emrys wasn't bothered by Dean's knife. In fact, it looked like he was enjoying himself, and Sam got the feeling that he was just messing around with them, and could break free if he so wanted.
"I like him." Sam said.
Emrys locked eyes with Sam.
"You are smart. I like smart. Your clotpole of a brother, not so much."
"Hey!" Dean said.
Forgetting himself, he pressed the knife harder into the warlock's back.
"Dean!" the warlock yelled. "It is a knife, it does hurt."
"Sorry."
Sam had to keep himself from laughing at Dean's surprised face.
"Now follow me." Emrys said, making himself free from Dean's grip. "Because my guess isn't that you came all this way just to run me through with a knife."
"So you will help?" Sam asked.
"I didn't say that. But I can at least hear you out."
A/N: And there is part 2! I hope you liked it. A huge thank you for reading, favouring, following and reviewing. Have a great morning/day/night!
