I woke up early in the morning. I carefully walked down the stairs. I heard well more like saw Sam in the kitchen. "Morning, Sam." I smiled tiredly at him as I got some coffee. He smiled back at me and mumbled a good morning. I tried to reach up for Shiloh's bowl but couldn't reach. I grunted in frustration, but then I heard a chuckle behind me. I looked behind me just as Sam reached for the bowl. I accidently hit my face into his chest and he dropped the bowel. The bowl landed on my head a bit hard but not too hard. I yelped and rubbed my head.
"Oh gosh, sorry Scarlet." He said as he looked at the spot I was rubbing. "It's okay. My fault" I laughed as I moved for the bowel on the ground, but Sam had the same idea. We hit our heads together, making my head throb if it hasn't already. "Okay we need to stop." I said sitting on the ground. Sam laughed at me as he did the same thing and sat on the ground.
"So since we are finally at eye to eye level. Heh what case are you working on?" I asked as I finally got the bowl. "Well there's been some riddles that we don't really understand. They're in Celtic writing." I looked at him curiously. "Have you done much research on it, or gone to the library?" He said yes to both. "Came up empty then. Must be ancient Celtic then." I got back up with his help. I poured some milk into the empty blue bowl and set it on the table. Shiloh jumped up and started drinking. I went to the study and grabbed the Ancient Celtic's Writing book. I walked back to the kitchen table and started flipping through pages.
"So what's the kitten's name?" Sam asked as he sat across from me, petting the said kitten. "Shiloh." I said and the cat's ears perk up at me calling his name. "Why call her that?" I snorted a bit making him raise his eyebrows in confusion. "The reason why he is called that is because; well he helps with sensing who's real. If you get what I mean." I smirked at the cat as he curled up into the crook of Sam's neck.
"He seems to like you. Lucky most other male humans he meets; besides Uncle; get scratched up pretty bad." I giggled a bit as Shiloh starts purring loudly. I hadn't noticed how long I was staring until Sam snapped me out of my trance. "Are you okay?" I blinked a couple of times before hearing a voice in my head. 'Hmm he smells good. Scar come an cuddle up to Sam.' I glared at the cat. "Shut up you god forsaken cat!" I gasped at what I had just yelled. Sam gave me a surprised look.
"Uhm… Sorry Sam. My cat was talking to me." I said as I looked away embarrassed. "Wait. Your cat talks…. To you?" I nodded slowly a bit nervous. 'Why am I nervous?!' I waved the thought out of my mind as I went back to reading. That's till I felt Sam staring holes through me. I slammed the book shut and glared at him. "What?" His stunned face almost put a smile to my face. "Oh uhm well….. how are you able to hear what Shiloh is saying?" I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Uncle Bobby didn't tell you?" Sam shakes his head even more eager to know.
"Well first time I found out that I could speak to him is when I was seven. My church-going father thought it was a special gift from 'God', but I don't think that's the reason." I explained as I drank some of my coffee. 'Why aren't you telling him everything? ... Are you playing hard to get?' Shiloh spoke making my face heat up. I flipped him off. "What'd he say?" Sam said chuckling at my reaction towards the cat.
"Trust me you don't want to know." Just then Bobby comes wheeling through grabbing the whisky. "Isn't it still a bit early for that?" I asked a bit concerned. Bobby gives me a grim look as he finishes taking a huge gulp from the bottle. "Uncle what's wrong?" He sighs heavily and tells me to follow him to his study. Sam got up trying to follow but Bobby stops him. "I need to talk to her alone. You can watch the cat."
I waited as Bobby got settled in at his desk. He offers me a shot and I take it. "So what's got your beard in a twist?" I asked as I set the shot glass on the desk. "Scarlet what do you know about fallen angles?" This made me a bit uneasy. "That they were cast down from the heavens, by God….. Why?" He sighs as he flipped a book over that were covered by maps. It had a purple colored cover. The spine had a gold design that makes me hypnotized by how beautiful it looks.
I looked back at Bobby then back at the book. There was no tittle. "What is that?" "This here is what we need help with. This book does have writing in it and a tittle, but it needs a special kind of blood." "You mean like mine?" He nodded. "Alright let's get this over with then." I stood up from where I sat. "No. I won't let you." I stopped as the sound of wings came. 'Damn angles'. I turned around to see Castiel, angle of the Lord.
"And why not?" I glared at him. He seemed to be confused by the way I was acting. "Because if you do. Then you will awaken the vessel in you." I'm pretty sure my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. "The hell are you saying Cas?!" then Dean and Sam came running in at my yelling. They see Cas and relax a bit, but not too much. Everything was silent. I waited for Castiel to answer but when he wasn't I decided to say something. "Cas do you mean that by putting my blood in that book; which by the way is the only fucking way to read the damn thing; will awaken a vessel inside of me? For who exactly?" "For Eve. The mother of all."
