So… Chapter three!
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CHAPTER THREE: Devil's Traps and Exorcisms
SEVEN YEARS LATER
"Cas, what are you doing?" a voice called from across the room.
"Nothing, father, just… looking outside." The child replied, sitting by the tower window.
"Why?" his father asked, walking over to him.
Cas sighed, putting his little hand out of the window, only to have it zapped by the invisible force there. He sighed again.
"It is just that I have never been out of this tower before, and I feel like something is missing." Cas said again, spreading his wings unintentionally.
"Don't. You . Dare. Those abominations should not be on display, how many times do I have to warn you about those monstrosities?" his father said, as calmly as always.
The wings automatically shrunk back down to the boy's back, and he looked down, sniffling. That was when he felt arms around him, cold and gripping.
"You must not feel ashamed, son. It is not your fault that those things are hideous deformities." His father assured him.
He stiffened as he felt a tear fall down his face, moving quickly to wipe it away from his face.
"Tears are for the weak humans that plague this realm, Cas. Even you are better than those hairless apes." His father said again, softly.
"Yes, father." Cas replied, sitting back don and staring at the trees that covered all of the space around their home.
He wanted to know what was hiding behind those branches, wanted to be able to travel out of this, out of his home. He understood that he was different, his father had made that clear to him ever since he could remember. But why was he? Why was he cursed? Had his mother done something bad enough to cause this to happen to her son?
"Now, son, why don't you help me out here, I'm not feeling too well." His father said.
"Yes, father." Came the automatic response.
Cas turned around and pressed a hand to his icy chest, releasing some of his essence to his father. There was always this strange chill up his spine whenever he did it, a feeling that he didn't quite grasp.
…13 years later…
"STOP, THIEF!" the guard shouted, running after the young boy.
The child was caught by a woman, who looked at him in disappointment.
"Hey, Ellen." The boy said.
"Dean, how many times will I have to tell you that stealing is wrong?" she reprimanded, grabbing the loaf of bread form the boy.
"But I'm so hungry!" Dean whined, as he was dragged away by the ear.
"What would your brother think if he saw you doing this?" Ellen said, stooping to stare the boy in the eyes.
"Sammy would be mad, saying something about how I shouldn't." Dean said,
"Sometimes I think that kid's too smart for six years old. He might even be smarter than you." Ellen said.
"Ain't that the truth." Dean replied, going off with Ellen.
That moment was all he could remember as he hiked up the side of the throne room of the angel castle.
"You sure this is safe?" Azazel called from behind him.
"You ask that when we're halfway up? Smart…" Dean quipped a he scaled his way to the top.
Associating with demons wasn't Dean's usual thing, but when he heard of the attempt to steal the crown jewels he just had to jump at it, even if it meant working with two of the worst lowlifes in all the realms – Alistair and Azazel.
"What are you doing now, you cretin?" Alistair called as Dean pried at the roof of the tower.
"Baking cookies. Want one?" Dean said, sarcastically.
"Shh!" Azazel warned, "Do you want us to get caught?"
"As much as I hate the puny little human, he's the only one that can get in the castle without being sensed." Alistair grumbled.
"Thanks toots, but you're not my type, too ugly." Dean smirked, before he got the panel loose.
They let him down slowly, trying their best to not be detected by the guard that was watching the room. Idiot had his back turned to the jewels, clearly he was new at this.
Dean filled a bag with the jewels and was hoisted back out of the room, a big, broad smile plastered across his face at a job well done.
"Well, boys, I'll take my share and be on my way." He said, grabbing a crown out of the large, full bag.
"That's all you want? Stupid, simple human." Azazel said, with a laugh.
Dean smirked softly, before throwing a bottle of holy water on the two demons.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica...Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare...Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis..." Dean recited, and watched as the black smoke whirled out of the two demons.
"Haha, dumbasses." He smirked
Just then, the alarms were sounded and guards came flying out of the castle, swords at the ready.
"Oh, crap!" Dean said, dropping the rest of the jewels and running off with the crown.
He spotted a horse across the field and ran towards it, jumping on it and riding through the gateway and back into the human realm. To his dismay, he forgot that at the other end of the gateway was a forest, legendary for being filled with ferocious animals. The forest sky was covered in vines and branches, hardly any light came through.
"That's just great. Either turn back and die a slow, painful death or go forward and die a slow, painful death." Dean said, with a laugh.
The horse whinnied as if it understood what its rider was saying, and continued forward into the forest.
"Guess that's the way I'd pick eventually.' He said again.
As Dean rode through the forest he stumbled upon a tall, old tower, covered almost completely in vines and surrounded by a devil's trap.
"Strange…" he said as he dismounted the horse and walked up to the tower.
He ripped off some of the vines to see that the tower was also covered in symbols he knew as enochian banishing and cloaking symbols.
"Hidden from angels and demons in the middle of the killer forest, huh?" Dean said, noticing that there were stone steps leading up the side of the tower. "Let's see what's hiding up there."
He climbed up the stone steps cautiously, and was startled as the horse was dragged off into the forest by vines. He lost his footing and almost fell.
"Sorry, buddy." He said as he continued into the tower.
Dean got to the window and stepped inside, slowly and carefully. He looked around to see that the room was dark and almost empty, except for a bed, a closet and some books.
"Well, that was uneventful," he said, walking further into the room.
He would soon have to take back those words as he was whacked in the back of the head by a very frightened, very strong…
Cas.
Man, this chapter makes me so angry! I got stuck so many times, you wouldn't even know…
So anyway, please review and tell me if it was as terrible as I think it was…
p.s., the exorcism was found on the internet…
