Woohoo! Another chapter! Im gonna just keep on cranking on this all night see how far I get.

-C

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Chapter 2: One false Step

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"Merlin Ambrosius, Royal Advisor to Arthur Pendragon King of Camelot."

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Sam and Dean's jaw dropped in perfect comic synchrony. "What?!"

Trying to quickly recover Dean shook his head. "Wait, who Camelot-what now?"

"Merlin," Cas looked up concerned by their reactions. "He was the Royal Advisor-."

"Yea no I heard that bit. But are you really expecting us to believe that?" Dean laughed waving his hands in the air and looking to Sam who was just as confused. "Merlin is a fictional character. What's next Cas? Luke Skywalker is going to help us learn to control the force? Come on!"

"I do not understand who this Skywalker is?" Castiel said looking from one brother to the next. "I thought it was common knowledge; King Arthur and the Knights of the Round, Excalibur, and the Holy Grail? Were you not told, these tales in your History classes?"

"More like from fairy-tale books." Dean scoffed.

"Cas you can't actually mean...The Merlin?" Sam said amazed. "I mean, pointy blue hat, long bearded Wizard guy. He can't really be, well…real."

"I do not know if he owned any hats or what shapes they may be, I never had the chance to meet him, but yes it was fantasied that the man could perform powerful magic. But he was also one of the most brilliant minds to come out of ancient time. I assume that…History sometimes can be lost and overtime believed to be fiction or mere legends that must be what happened. But I can assure you there was a man once named Merlin who did advise to a King named Arthur. For whatever Fairy Tale you believe they were once grounded in fact." Cas turned to a certain page and handed the book back to Sam. "You will have to do the incantation. It must be performed by a mortal; the power must always remain balanced." Sam looked down at the book suddenly apprehensive about the whole thing.

"I don't know Cas…this is…is a bit out of my league."

"Yes but I will lend you my grace while you preform it. There is no other way. I have searched for a practitioner in the old religion. None exist." Castiel said placing his hand on Sam's shoulder. Dean saw instantly the effect Cas's so called 'grace' had on his little brother. His face almost glowed; the wrinkles and worry lines on his forehead and around his eyes vanished replaced by relief and confidence. Only once had Dean ever saw Sam look like that…and that had been when he was possessed by Lucifer, the devil himself. It was Cas, they could trust Cas. Dean told himself as he passed the thought fast from his mind. He wouldn't let nothing happen to Sam.

"Read the words there." Cas said pointing to a corner of scribbled text. "And firmly focus on the exchange, and remember to emphasis the good intentions part, especially for you Sam."

Sam looked at the angel by his side, his eyes narrowed for a second as if he was hurt by the slight in-confidence. Then he looked up and nodded at Dean. Taking a Deep breath, Dean shrugged his shoulders.

Let's just get this over with man."I know you can do it Sammy. Just think happy thoughts." He said with a sarcastic wink and thumbs up. He scuffed the ground with his shoe, he didn't like this at all but the pros outweighed the cons just this once. They needed a way to stop Crowley and his growing force of Demons, and this was their best and only lead. He felt the pressure on his chest harden at the thought of it. When would the fighting stop?

Sighing he folded his arms and waited for the light show to begin. The faster they finished this the faster they could get dinner and go to bed. Dean was already exhausted from the drive and turmoil it took to get here. There was a good looking diner down the street, he'd probably be able to scrounge up a decent burger, and maybe if he was lucky some fresh pie.

Sam took a deep breath and raised his hand so his palm was facing the center of the circle.

"In intentions putus quod righteous. Verto is substantia pro unus nos votum , tutus quod vacuus vulnero , per is vitualamen. Quod permissum pondera subsisto. Pro unus , ceterus. Addo is hic ut wrought is alica denuo."

It was an unexpected sudden response. The air grew thick around them. A gust of wind from outside hit the windows with such force, that it blew the makeshift boards off their nails and flung them into the damp old house. The lights flickered and the symbols on the floor began to glow one by one a bright blinding gold.

"Good. Repeat it again Sam." Cas urged him on shouting over the howls of the wind and protests of the building. And so Sam did it once more, speaking louder to try and project over the gall of wind that now engulfed the room.

Even though Cas said good, Dean knew something was not right. This was too much fireworks just to create a mega-duty Hex bag. Even if it was summoning something from ye'old Camelot-ian times, this was too much, the freaken ground was even beginning to shake and Dean had seen to many crappy disaster flicks not to notice the signs.

These worries were however over shadowed by a new problem. Out of know where, what felt like an invisible rope around his neck tightened and jerked him off his feet and into the center of the circle. Stumbling, Dean fell to his knees gasping, landing on the bowl and smashing it to pieces. Dean couldn't breathe. He reached, clawing at his neck trying to pry the force off of him. Through blood shot eyes he saw Cas restraining Sam from outside the circle, looks of horror and fear plastered on both of their faces. He could see that they were both shouting his name, but the wind was so condensed around him that he couldn't hear anything but the frantic beats of his own heart as it banged on his chest.

He felt his head growing light as his lungs screamed for air. Was this how he was going to die? He thought, still scrambling to fight off what ever had ahold of him. No glorious battle of good vs evil? No honor or purpose at all? Just a freak magical accident…Wasn't that just his Luck. He didn't even get to say goodbye this time…

Dean had one more glimpse of Sam and Cas frantically trying to figure a way to end the spell before everything went black…

AN:Editx2