If there was anything that I hated more than this war, angels and hunters, then it would probably be devil traps. I was stuck in this little cage, that appeared to me with black winding ranks sinking from the ceiling and holding me inside. What a nuisance.
"So, is there anybody to help me out here?" asked I.
"You stay there." model-face said.
"Oh come on." said I. "Give me a break, really."
I observed while they looked at Cas like he was part of a rare exhibition. I rolled my eyes.
"What is it?" asked the smaller guy.
"I ask for your support in our war, or more precisely, for the greatest battles in a long time, ten... nine days from now. I realize this is not an easy request, but this is a profitless battle if no one interferes."
"I don't thing you're getting your point straight." said Sam.
That was just what I was going to say, big boy, thought I.
"It is all about freeing the Archangel Lucifer from his hell cage for millenniums. He has been there since the very creation of mankind, and now is the tightest point we ever reached, since many of the seals are broken. Although, there is one considerably thought the angels forget: the essential key to unlock him, means to kill his daughter, Lilith." Then, Castiel was interrupted by me.
"That means, when one of the races is wiped out — and believe me, there are very few of us left — Lilith will be either killed by the angels or the demons will grow strong enough to kill her themselves." I finished because he wouldn't come to the point very soon. And I was just as aware of all what happened as he was. After all, Azazels daughter has to know about daddy's big plans.
I tried to avert the thoughts of me betraying him, but it was somehow hard to shake it off once it reached your head.
"And why is it you, each substitute of both sides, want your war to end?" asked Sam. What a high educated boy, I see.
"It will bring the end. There are too many sacrifices and no one realizes where it leads. God acknowledges our plans, as he knows that is the right way. And if you, as hunters, want to save this world from being crushed by one of the strongest creatures ever created, I ask again for your support."
The guys exchanged a glance.
"We're in." they said. I would have thought that they would at least ask for time to considerate our request and think about it quietly, but it seemed they are suicidal enough to jump into death without thinking twice. At least I do not want to think that they are doing this out of some kind of protection of the human race complex.
Model-face stepped forward, took a knife out of his belt and threw it up to the ceiling devil trap to break the circle and free me.
I stepped outside.
"Son of a bitch." mumbled I.
"Actually, it's Dean." he replied.
"Good for you."
"Dean, I'll call Bobby. We need to collect all the hunters we know here. After all, we're facing something rather strong." He left the room.
"Research time." Dean said. "Demon expulsion and killing methods are over there." said he and pointed at the shelf where Cas was standing.
"What a nice company to meet in the library." said I, grinning.
"I'm gonna look for the bible and whatever I can about our little winged boy." said Dean and left.
"He realizes that the bible is just a book, right?" asked Castiel.
"He's just kidding." I replied, going towards the shelf. He will probably do some real research about what the Men Of Letters found out due to Castiel.
"Meg, what do we do now?" asked he, stepping in front of the book I was about to take.
He looked down, less than five inches away from me. I could feel his breath right beside me.
That little — not literally — son of a bitch.
"You're asking me that? As long as they don't stab me by surprise, I will try to rely on these guys. They kinda agreed to this, and they believed us so far. And they will ask for support from other hunters. I think we should lean back at least for a few hours. We need to find out how to efficiently kill angels and demons."
"We are out for peace."
"I know, but they aren't. They are both ready to destroy a whole city to proof they are the strongest."
He stepped aside and I grabbed a book — self made — with the title "Demon Bullets".
The paper discolored into a typical old yellow, as expected from a book of the centuries old organization of mass murderers of the supernatural.
I found a few bullets that we would be able to reproduce under certain circumstances, and as long and we are provided the right materials by our two — probably homosexual — friends.
"Huh. Your angel boyfriend wasn't lying." said Dean as he appeared unexpectedly, holding another record book in his left hand.
"Of course I wasn't." replied Castiel. Dean glanced shortly at him.
Dean sat down at the main table in the middle of the room.
"So, here is written that the angel knife has some special characteristics that make them able kill an angel. It has to do with this, 'grace', the angel mojo that an angel carries within oneself."
I guessed that was not news for Castiel, but he decided to remain silent. He found something interesting in a book and seemed very deep into whatever was there.
"Can we make a homemade version in bullet-form?" I asked.
"You mean, something like the Colt?"
"Yeah, something like that. By the way, I thought it got lost long ago, but you brave little scavenger hunters apparently collected it somewhere."
"Just pure luck." Dean said, half smirking. That guy seemed so twisted to me, I could not really imagine what he went through, and neither did I really want to know.
"What about demon bullets?" I tipped on the book I was holding.
"We got empty silver bullets down in the storage room, the rest is more or less available thanks to a few reliable friends."
"And, what kind of relationship do you have to your giant there? Are you guys, you know..."
"Oh god, no. He's my brother. I am one hundred percent straight." He quickly gazed over to Castiel and then back to me.
"So, we got demon bullets to make and no idea how to kill our angelic friends."
"Unless we have an angel blade somewhere to make at least a few bullets." said Dean.
I turned to Castiel.
But his only knife won't be enough.
"I have only two knifes to offer." said he.
Two? When did he get a second knife?
Suddenly, I remembered the day before. He must have taken Victors knife away when I closed my eyes, since it would be too risky to let it stay there, available to anyone interested. Was I really stupid, forgetting about that?
Still, two knifes. Even if we melted the metal, we would not possibly get many rounds from it.
There must be somewhere a place where there are at least a few more knifes.
"Crowleys hideout." I muttered.
"What?" asked Dean.
"The King of Hell. His hideout is in Alto, Wiscosin." I explain.
"This will take too much time. And doesn't seem to be riskless" Dean said.
Clever boy, it is not only risky, but just as suicidal as the help you just offered.
"Not if we go there first and hit the way to Detroit then." I replied.
"That means making bullets in a motel room and then just hit the road right to the battle ground. Sounds awesome." said he. At least, that was kind of a plan.
"I'll get my brother." Bringing out his relationship made him seem even more suspicious, but I did not say anything.
But suddenly, giant boy jumped right out of his room and almost ran into Dean.
"Bobby's gonna be here very soon. He will get all the guys together and we'll see from there."
"Sounds good. Who is hungry?" asked he and stood up.
That humans can think about food in a situation like this made them even more bizarre in my mind.
