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A/N-I'm sorry for the delay for the third chapter. I have to say, that delays might be more frequent as school has reopened and even if I want to give update's to you amazing people as frequently as possible, school makes it slightly difficult.
Anyways, read on and review! :)
The trench coated man, with his face hidden by his hat, entered the police station. It was after midnight and there was only one officer in the station, as in a quiet town like theirs nighttime happenings were not much heard of. People were quite dutiful, friendly and happy. So, naturally Officer Crowley, was dozing in the chair, usually occupied by Officer Winchester and snoring to his heart's content. The man entered the room, but by accident hit a chair, waking up Crowley. Before Crowley could react, the stranger hit and knocked him out. He tied Crowley's hands and legs to the chair and gagged him with a smelly piece of cloth. Shrugging off his trench coat he set about to start his work of art.
The next morning, Officer Crowley's naked corpse was found hanging in front of the police station with his arms and cut off and a graffiti on his chest saying, " IPAMIS OLLOR GASSAGEN ZILDAR LIT GAH VPAAH?"
Dean entrusted Jo, Charlie, Michael and Adam, his most trusted officers, along with a team of juniors with the case. This new threat had to be caught before a reign of terror began. Garth was instructed to find out what the inscription meant, with a small protest from Garth's side ("Oh c'mon Dean," Dean gave a pointed look, "I mean, sir. Please let me 'Garth' this son of a bitch!" This earned him another look.).
A few days later, Charlie and Jo were sitting in Jo's apartment searching the net to find out the meaning of the inscription, as Garth had failed terribly. "I wonder why Dean still keeps that loon around." Charlie grumbled as she typed away in the computer.
"Same reason why he is so concerned about Crowley's death. I mean honestly, he was an ass. Maybe someone took their grudge on him? It's quite possible", Jo replied absentmindedly, tearing the edges of the newspaper in her hands. Charlie yawned and stretched her hands.
"Being the ex chief's daughter I thought you wouldn't get tired so easily." Jo sniggered.
"I was pampered by my dad. Unlike your mother. Is it true that she once told you to clean the entire bar as a punishment?"
"Yep. I was fourteen and was influenced by Dean to smoke. Mom found out and hence the punishment."
"Hang on. Here look at this."
Jo shifted in her sit and leaned forward to look at the screen. "Enochian." She said, softy.
Their search was fruitful. The words, "IPAMIS OLLOR GASSAGEN ZILDAR LIT GAH VPAAH" were detected to be from Enochian.
Charlie turned to Jo, "What's Enochian? A language? "
Jo nodded. " I suppose we can refer to Castiel."
Both Castiel and Dean had decided to take an early night (meaning: they went to bed around midnight) as Dean was very much tired and Castiel had a slight fever. So Dean was very much annoyed when the phone started ringing at around 3 a.m. Waking up, irritably, he went to the living room and picked up the receiver.
"Do you think this is funny? I'll arrest you, whoever you are, if you do this again."
"Dean!" A shrilly voice, came through the phone.
"Singer?"
"Yep, Charlie here." Dean heard someone tugging the phone out of her hands.
"Winchester."
"Harvelle. What the hell is going on?"
"Sorry, to disturb you at such an hour Dean, but we found the language of the inscription."
Immediately, sleep left Dean. "Well, what does it mean?" He asked, with urgency in his voice.
"We don't know what it means. All we know is that the language is Enochian."
"Alright. We'll just have to find an expert on Enochian now."
"I don't think you need to find one when that person tolerates and somehow, I don't even know how it's possible, loves, your nonsense everyday."Jo teased.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, slightly annoyed.
"Cas."
"Even though he specializes in ancient languages, doesn't mean he knows every damn ancient language."
"He does. I remember him mentioning it once."
"Then I'll bring him to the station later." Dean said, a little reluctantly; He did not want involve Castiel is this horrid affairs.
"Ok. Goodnight Dean." The phone clicked.
"Yeah. Whatever's left of the night," Dean muttered. He went back to the bedroom. As he got on the bed, Castiel stirred a little.
"Mmm, something wrong, love?" He asked in a sleepy voice.
"Nothing angel. Go back to sleep," Dean said, kissing him on the forehead.
Sam stood in front of the trench coated man. "Thanks." He said, in a monotone voice.
"No worries, Sam. It is an honor to help the Boy King of Hell."
"Stop pretending, Lucifer. I know that you consider this as a payment."
"You were a faithful vessel, Sam. As I had said before: Anything for you."
Sam walked towards the window, watching the sun rise. "Yes," he whispered, "Anything to get which is mine."
"And you will get it." Lucifer said, putting his arms around his vessel and kissing his shoulder.
Woohoo, Sam's back!...But I think he seems a bit creepy.
Ok a lot creepy.
But I love evil/creepy!Sam.
Btw, The Enochian translation was taken from
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