Disclaimer: Supernatural and the Voynich Manuscript are not mine. Druids and the Manuscript are real, but I have taken creative license (and how) with their history, meaning and purpose.

Season 6 SPOILERS, Language and violence will be depicted.

A/N: Dílseacht is Gaelic meaning Loyalty and is pronounced "DEEL shocked".

Chapter 2

The plane landed at Boston Logan at midnight. Kinna hated air travel and was only forced to endure it three times before now. Those other trips were short though and the trip from London to the U.S. made her nauseous and cranky. She went to the baggage claim to find her luggage. She stood there waiting for a very long while and felt she would fall asleep standing up. A light touch on her shoulder startled her.

"Aren't you a bit young to travel on your own, miss?" the young man asked her with his Irish baroque. Kinna turned to face the young man with a smirk on his face and smiled in response.

"That's your best pick up line then, is it?" she enquired.

The man shrugged and his grin grew larger. They both abandoned the pretext then and laughed as Kinna threw her arms around his neck. He closed his eyes and held her tight to him, lifting her off her feet and turning his head into her long brown hair. He inhaled the floral fragrance of her shampoo and nuzzled down to kiss her neck.

"You didn't have to come to get me, Andy." She spoke softly. "I could have hailed a taxi."

Andy made a guttural noise and scrunched his face in a mask of disdain for the notion. "It wasn't any trouble. Besides, I've missed you, my darling." They turned to the conveyor to retrieve Kinna's baggage. She only had a medium sized bag. She carried a smaller bag with her onto the plane. "Is this it then?" He asked. He crooked his head at her and his pleased expression had been transmuted by one of confusion. "You're staying for a few months aren't you?"

Kinna nodded. "Yes, but the cost to travel with baggage is so high… I am having more things shipped to the house. You don't mind?" She stared up at him with her bright blue eyes. His expression softened and he pulled her close to him again. Her soft curves were pressed against his wiry frame. His answer to her in the form of a long and passionate kiss assured her that he did not.

They were able to go from the terminal to the car without any trouble and they were trundling along the road out to Salem. Andy had begun to talk to her about some of the venues he had played since coming to America, but turned to find Kinna had fallen asleep. His mouth quirked slightly and he turned to drive in the silence that remained.

The trip was very short and they were soon pulling up to a house west of Salem. It was a quiet little neighborhood and the lane was lined on both sides with tall trees that were just now budding with small light green leaves. Not that one could see them in the black night. But, he was sure Kinna would appreciate them in the morning when she woke and the sun was streaming through the scattered clouds that even now rolled in to dot the sky. He shut off the ignition to the economy car in the driveway. He sat in the seat and watched Kinna sleep with a hand curled up under her chin. She sat with her side pressed against the back of her seat facing. He brushed her hair gently back from her face but she still did not stir. He pulled the door latch and pushed open the driver's, went over to pull her baggage out of the car. He walked them to the front stoop and then went back for Kinna. He opened her door, unlatched her safety belt and lifted her in his arms. She roused only long enough to smile at him and tighten her grip around his neck.

S P N S P S P N

Dean checked in to a motel near Salem. They had driven in shifts and arrived shortly after midnight. Dean sat slumped in the driver's seat after getting the key. It was a testimony of how the drive had drained them that Sam didn't stir when Dean had arranged for the room and had driven the Impala around to park in front of their room. Dean turned his head to regard his sleeping brother. Sam retained the worry lines between his eyes even in sleeping. Dean would take those worries from him if he could. He would reverse time and wait in Stull Cemetery for his brother's return. He would have looked for a way sooner to return his brother to him. Hm. If wishes were fishes…

Dean sighed, stretched his arms and scrubbed his face. He grinned slightly. He reached into the back seat to grab the last of the canned cheese spread. His grin grew wider as he removed the lid and turned it upside down. Just because he regretted the troubles Sam had to face didn't mean Dean was above the same old tricks. He squirted the remaining cheese spread on to Sam's face as a kind of mustache. He then took out his phone and snapped a pic.

"Come on, Sammy!" he shouted, "Up and at 'em!" He opened the driver's door and stepped out onto wet pavement.

He looked in the window after he shut the door to find his brother startle awake and reach up to rub his face only to find the cheese on his upper lip. Dean smiled and walked to the motel room door. He heard the creak of the car door open and Sam grumbling behind him.

"Very mature, Jerk." Sam complained.

Dean just chuckled as he turned the key. After a quick stop in the bathroom, Dean returned to remove Sam's belongings from the bed closest the door, put them on the interior-most bed and fall onto his face. Sam just watched his brother and sighed. He had washed all the cheese off his face and was setting up his laptop at the small table. Sam yawned and stretched as he heard the computer whir and chime to complete the boot-up. He signed on, read a couple of e-mails but when he found himself reading the same three lines over and over again decided it was time for sleep. He turned to the sounds of Dean's heavy breathing. Sam would find out where to begin in the morning. His brain was too foggy to retain the information now anyway.

Sam woke to the smell of coffee being brewed in the tiny pot the motel provided by the bathroom sink. Dean was talking softly into his phone. He seemed to be using the officious tone one uses when speaking to authorities… or one did when one was a Winchester trying to gather information. Gah! What time was it? He leaned over to pick up his cell and found he had slept nearly six hours! That was after sleeping three on the road last night. He looked at Dean, dressed in a dark grey suit and white shirt. He had shaved and was writing notes on a small spiral notepad. His profile showed the completely business-like attitude and the focus of the Hunter their father made him. Dean finished his conversation and turned to his brother lying on the bed.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty. I thought you were going to sleep the whole day away." Dean cast a lopsided smirk at Sam. Sam grunted.

When Sam had completed his morning ablutions and dressed in his suit, Dean was waiting patiently at the table, scanning information on the computer and eating a donut.

"Dude!" Sam exclaimed. "You're gonna get the keyboard all sticky again." Sam scrunched up his face in dismay.

"Relax, Princess… I'm using my left hand to scroll." He lifted his right to show the donut then bit down into its sugary goodness. He put the donut on the table and picked up the coffee cup and emptied its contents in one gulp. Sam walked over to the coffee pot to find it empty. He narrowed his eyes at his brother who motioned to a disposable coffee container on the table without even raising his eyes. Mollified, Sam went to retrieve the cup and sat down next to Dean.

"There have been five abductions," Dean began without preamble. "All women between 19 and 25, all recently from the U.K., all students at Salem State and…" Dean lifted his finger to emphasize a point, "most of the women are frequent patrons at a place in Lowell that caters to the young and impressionable."

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean, "Place… as in?" he inquired.

"As in 'pub', 'bar', 'tavern'… place called Dílseacht." Dean disclosed brightly.

Sam considered this. "What about the women who were underage? Was there a connection?"

"Not to the bar. But, there were two girls who were underage. They were nursing students and lived in..." He looked at his notes, "Framington?"

"If you want to go to Framington, I'll hit the precinct." Sam volunteered. "We can meet up back here around 5. Then, go hit the bar?"

Dean rubbed his hands together as he grabbed his suit jacket and Sam joined him at the door. "Breakfast first." Dean demanded. "I have priorities."

S P N S P N S P N

In the morning, Kinna found herself in strange surroundings. She lay on a warm bed with dark brown, fluffy, warm comforter on a firm, queen sized bed. She was able to here a mourning dove cooing outside the window where gentle morning light streamed from the east. The dappling of the shadows of leaves coming from the trees next to the window as they fluttered in the cool breeze outside shifted the light around the light blue painted room. There was a guitar resting on a stand in the corner next to an amplifier and posters around the walls of bands she had never heard of. Andy loved bands like Lynyrd Skynyrd, Bad Company and Rush. Andy. She smiled as the thought of his name conjured his face in her mind. They had been apart for many months now. She was finally here.

She gave a moment to consider her mother and the Circle. They didn't say anything about the draiocht and she knew it had to have sent ripples in the Balance. That was such a small bit of magic compared to the breaking of the Seals that would trigger the Judeo-Christian Apocalypse and they didn't sense that either. She wrapped herself in the coverings and burrowed deep within the cushy softness there. She inhaled deeply of the Sandalwood and smells of all that encompassed Andy. She grinned. As if her contemplation of the things that were Andy could conjure him to her, she heard him as he stood there in the doorway.

"Were you planning on ever waking up?" He asked her grinning.

"Not if I can help it." She responded in a muffled voice under the covers.

Andy walked over to her lump under the comforter and began tickling. The howls of laughter rang out and she ended up kicking off the covers. They continued their game until they heard a disgruntled cough at the door. Andy turned to look and immediately smoothed his face from smiles to serious. Kinna looked at his face and sobered as she too looked at the figure in the doorway. Her hands went to her hair to straighten her unruly strands of hair. She began to stir her body to a more upright position. The woman standing there grimaced and crooked her head to indicate the living room. She moved away from the open door to head in that direction. Andy and Kinna both turned to look at each other, smiles growing on their faces. Kinna buried hers into the comforter as Andy rose from his position on the bed.

"Hurry up, K, won't you." He admonished. In a whisper, he added, "She won't be put off for long." He closed the door behind him.

After dressing, Kinna walked into the living room. There were several people sitting on cushioned chairs and sofas, edges of tables and on the mantle of the fireplace. The tall woman waited patiently as the others spoke to each other. She nodded her head to Kinna as she sank to the floor next to Andy.

At a cough, the others quieted down and focused their attention to the tall woman in her forties. Her name was Karyn Locke. She was a kind of house mother. She kept in constant contact with Kinna's mother and the others in Circles in the UK, Europe and here in the US. Kinna squirmed until she was resting under Andy's arms.

"For those of you who haven't been here for the last week and a half to hear Andy counting down the days," She began in her strong New England accent, "Kinna came in last night so we finally have a seer in house." A smattering of applause and smiles greeted her as she blushed lightly. Andy just smiled and squeezed her close to him. The woman's face became serious. The jovial atmosphere calmed and became more solemn in response. "As you know, several from our community have gone missing… The Sidhe are not taking responsibility for the abductions. We can assume the worst, but we must remain neutral in this battle between… parties." She looked around the room. Her eyes were the color of steel and her chiseled features were sharp as a knife. Many of the young people were darting looks at their neighbors or across the room. A few of the girls sitting close to one another dropped their gaze to the ground and Kinna could see a tear drop from the eyes of one. Locke continued. "It seems that even though our numbers may be dwindling, the Circle feels it imprudent to engage in any… retribution." She sighed. "There have been portents and signs, but we still don't have a request for mediation." She looked directly at Kinna. "Now that we have a Seer we may be able to get a clearer view of our role here. If the parties continue to antagonize each other and more abductions occur we may not be able to avoid other… entanglements." Kinna looked at the hard expressions of some of her fellows in the room. She cast a look of inquiry to Andy, but he shook his head slightly to head off the questions he knew she would ask. "I will be taking Kinna with me to New Haven this week. We may be able to get a better idea of how we will proceed from there." She looked around at her audience. Her steely eyes rested on the girl Kinna had seen so moved to tears. "I am sorry; we have to stay out of this. The rest of you, keep your wits. Travel together, watch for unfamiliar faces and watch for signs of Hunters."

The woman continued to speak about other matters. The fifteen young people sitting around the room watched the Locke… listening. Occasionally, she caught the fleeting glances from one or another of them as they considered her curiously.

Kinna watched the faces of the young people. This house was set up as a kind of fraternity house and all the people living here went to Salem State University. Kinna had heard many stories about Greek organizations associated with University life- mostly from movies like "Animal House". Officially, the house wasn't associated with any organization nor was it registered as such. Officially, the house was a just a place where students share rent, duties and space. The University and fellow students accept the explanation without looking deeper into its purpose. At least five of the young people she studied around the room were students at the Nursing School. Others, like Andy, were students of music at the University. Apparently, it was a growing population of the student enrollment. Kinna would not be attending.

Kinna was only here as part of the duties she had accepted as part of the Circle. She was the youngest of the Ovates in her Circle. Her mother and grandmother both had held positions of authority and felt that she had enough training to be entrusted this small task. Verbal traditions held that a member of her family was among the decision making body of Druids during the most noted shifts in history. Rarely did they represent Seers, though. Kinna was among the few who had the ability. She shivered and turned her attention back to the woman speaking.

She was invoking a blessing for all those present. The young people rose and started shuffling out, bubbling over with conversations. Some held friends briefly as they struggled to regain the balance within. Kinna looked at them with concentration to invoke the ability that made her a seer. She could see eddying colors of emotions swirl around the women. She could sense the strength in one of the young men who held the girl with strawberry-blonde curls. He had Healer's gift. What was his name? Morgen? He held her close and whispered soothing words in her ear. Kinna was able to see the shift in colors as she calmed and the two walked out of the house, hand in hand.

Andy stood nearby speaking with Locke. She shook her head but placed a hand on his shoulder. She looked directly at Kinna and said something to Andy making him brighten suddenly. Andy peeled off from his discussion with Locke to approach Kinna.

"Locke says you will be spending the day with her today. I had hoped to take you around campus today." He grimaced them smiled. "I will come by and get you for tonight!"

"What's happening tonight?" she asked.

"There's live music at Dílseacht tonight. Once the elders leave, they start playing more modern music for us youngsters!" Andy enthused.

The look on Andy's face was so open and excited, Kinna smiled. He was several years older than she was, but sometimes she felt he was so much younger. His enthusiasm for life and music made her love him. It was at times like right now she knew why he was so important to her. She had seen. She knew what was coming, even if the Elders didn't believe her. She knew. She also knew that without people like Andy around her, she might not be able to do what was necessary. She kissed him good-bye as he and several others left together to head for the school.

A/N: I know this may seem a bit long. I wanted to make the two stories parallel for a while. There will be a time when they cross paths, but I hope you get a feeling of they are happening on two sides of a scale. Please feel free to lurk, but I hope you will review. I don't have a problem with criticism, but please explain how I can make it better if you do. I like praise, too. Feed a cat a cookie and she might ask for milk… oh, was that a mouse?