So, I went through at least three different versions of this chapter, but it was this one that made the most sense, so I'm sticking with it. So, now you get to find out what legend this story is based off of and so forth. I originally was gonna wait until tomorrow to post this chapter, but I had it done and beta'd, so I decided to go ahead and update. If you like this story, you should know that this won't be normal. I'm not going to post this often. I just didn't get an awesome response to the first chapter, so I wanted to get this one out there, see if it gets a better respone.
Thanks to friendly and my beta curt kenobi. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't be putting this chapter up. It really would help if you review!
The man who stepped inside had many of the same features as the woman Sam had seen and the same long auburn hair. Sam studied him for a moment, waiting as Dean shut the door and drew a gun, holding it so it pointed at the floor. The man nodded his acknowledgment at both boys.
"You are the Winchester brothers, I presume?" he asked. Dean glanced at his brother, but nodded at the man.
"Yeah. Who and what the hell are you?" he growled, not trusting the man for a second.
"I am an elf. My name is Kai. You're brother had a vision of my little sister while she was in the forest earlier. She asked for me to find you and bring you to her, because she can't come herself since she was injured a while after your brothers vision ended. She wishes to speak with you about your vision," the man stated, looking at Sam.
"Why should we trust you?" Dean asked, bringing Kai's attention to him. The elven man sighed and gestured to the door.
"I can't give you a reason other then that I am weaponless. Please, come with me. It is well worth your time, for what we have to tell you is going to save your lives," he replied. Sam stood, ever the trusting one, and followed as the man moved out of the room and onto the motel balcony. Dean soon followed, grabbing Sam by the elbow and turning him to face him.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, angry that Sam would just follow a stranger so blindly.
"The only way we're gonna find out what it is I saw is if we do this. If he's being truthful, we have no reason to worry because he's weaponless. If not, a gun will stop him before he has a chance to pull anything. But Dean, in Dad's journal it says that elves are on our side and usually trustworthy, unless they're a trickster, and they have a specific mark on their forehead that he doesn't. Let's just find out what his sister wants before we pass judgment," he said.
Dean was growling something under his breath as he drove the Impala down an old, dirt, country road beside a horse. It was either 'I can't freakin' believe we're following a crazy elf on a horse' or 'I don't know what's worse - - the horse or the elf' and frankly Sam was getting irritated. Rubbing his knuckles over his tired eyes, he sighed and hit the radio button, frustrated enough with the growling noises of his brother's complaining to allow "Enter Sandman" to play softly. Soon, Dean calmed down and began humming along to the song.
As they made it to a line of trees, Kai stopped the horse and motioned for them to get out. By the time he was off the horse, the brothers stood next to him. When they reached the forest, a young woman stepped from the shadows, glancing around nervously.
"Were you followed?" she asked. Kai shook his head and she gestured for them to follow her. She was a small creature, with a sword that seemed too big for her sheathed at her hip, and jumpy as well. Every noise sent her three feet in the air. Dean cocked an eyebrow and turned to look at Sam, leaning in close so only his brother would hear him speak.
"What is she so afraid of?" he whispered. Sam shook his head.
"I have no idea, but it can't be good," the younger hunter replied. Dean nodded and fell silent as they came to a clearing. A woman sat in the center, a sword resting across her lap, while a man stitched a deep cut on her side. When the four stopped before her, she glanced up and met Dean's eyes. He shuddered. Sam was right, something weird was going on. His brother nudged him, telling him that she was the woman from his vision.
"Dean and Sam Winchester. We've been waiting for you for a long time. I assume you know how to handle a sword, Dean?" she asked. He glanced down at hers and realization seemed to dawn on him, his eyes widening in anger as he pulled a gun out. The sound of metal against leather rang through the clearing as two figures stepped from the shadows, swords drawn and the man stitching her up stood, drawing his own.
"If you brought us here to kill us, you oughta know it's gonna be harder then you originally thought," he informed her. She smiled at him, but placed a hand on the arm of the man beside her.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean it like that. You must let me explain before you jump to conclusions. Boys, put them away. You as well, Dean," she said, setting the sword on the ground before her as the others sheathed their swords and Dean warily placed the gun back in its previous place.
"Alright. Explain. What's going on? Why'd you want us here?" he snapped.
"I have much to explain, so perhaps you should take a seat?" she calmly suggested.
"Look, lady, we're in the middle of a freakin' forest, surrounded by elves who are sword happy, which is weird enough as is. Forgive me if I don't automatically trust you, but I don't. So please, just tell us what you want us to know," he ordered her. An irritated look flashed across her face and she stood.
"I am Asha. We only address our queen as Lady. I am a simple guardian, a Lady of the Lake without the water, if you will. For too long I have guarded that sword against the very creatures that you fight. Now that you are here, it is time to teach you how to use it, Dean. You may know the legend behind the sword, since it's very popular amongst your people, though they've royally messed it up..."
"What legend?" Dean interrupted, tired of her ranting.
"The legend of King Arthur, Excalibur, Merlin. It's not actually a story. There was a man named Arthur, but Excalibur was never his. His and Merlin's story was so close to a prophecy that the elves meshed the stories so the prophecy would get passed down from generation to generation, without the humans knowing the truth. In this prophecy, it speaks of two brothers. The eldest is meant to wield Excalibur and strike down the 'yellow eyed demon' with it. The second is meant to learn to control his psychic abilities of foresight and telekinesis and fuel the sword's own abilities. Sam is psychically connected to the sword. He can see what happens to it and its wielder, through visions. He is the only one who can keep the sword wrapped in a sheath of magic strong enough to kill the demon you hunt," she told them.
"So, you're telling me that Sam's connected to a sword that is supposedly mine? Are you insane?" Dean practically laughed at her. Sam winced and nudged his big brother, hoping it would get him to stop.
"I'm telling you that you are meant to kill the demon and bring a peace the world has not seen in centuries. I'm telling you that Sam makes the sword powerful enough to kill the demon, and that it is by your hands that the creature will fall. I'm telling you that you are a modern day King Arthur and Sam is your Merlin."