Greetings fellow sufferers of the mid-season-gap-crisis which is occuring as we speak. I don't want to spoil it for anyone who is up to it, but NYAAAWWWWW BOBBY. WHAT IS THIS... I DON'T EVEN... 'T^T'
/shakes fist at Kripke&Co with furious vigor.
WARNING: In this chapter there is another whole religious topic introduced. It is not fact in ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. It doesn't even follow any kind of lore in SPN. I am apologize in advance if it offends anyone in any kind of way.
Disclaimer: If I were to own any of the SPN crew then I would not be here, writing fanfics. I would be out there, turning yours into videos for our entertainment.
Ahem, onward!
CHAPTER .7.
'Look Cas, tell me what the problem is,' said Sam gently, putting his book down. Castiel looked at him for a moment then turned the page, focussing on the book.
'I don't know what you are talking about Sam.'
'We get it. We get that you don't like being human but until we find something in one of these books,' Sam gestured to the huge pile, 'I think you're just going to have to deal.'
Cas gave him a deadly stare.
'I am not talking about this Sam.'
Sam threw his hands up, 'Cas I know that... you and I aren't as close as you and Dean, but you can still talk to me about crap that's bothering you. Team Free Will, remember?'
'It's not a matter of whom I feel comfortable talking to.'
'Then what is it?'
'You... you can not understand. You have gone from human to angel in a matter of minutes, despite your... history. Not just you,' he hurried to correct himself because Sam was definitely offended, 'Dean also. Let's be honest, Dean isn't a devout man.'
'No he's not. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have the... goodness in him. Because he does. You think Dean and I hunt because we like it? No, we're doing it to save people.'
'I know that Sam,' Cas sighed, but not in frustration. Castiel couldn't quite identify how he felt into one emotion. He thought he may be jealous that Sam and Dean had his grace. Maybe he was a little scared that a witch could possess such power. Anxious and angry because his brothers and sisters wanted nothing more than to find him and punish him. He definitely knew there was... anger to a certain degree that Sam's body could accept Castiel's grace after it had been so... poisoned. Dean he could perhaps understand, after all he had left a mark on Dean and despite Dean's soul being ripped and torn to the nth degree, he had returned whole and pure. Sam's, though in one piece, was tainted horribly. He had seen that when it had been pushed back into him. Castiel cast his gaze upwards and found Sam still looking at him.
'I think I am... just jealous. That you have my grace,' he concluded to Sam, not willing to express his thoughts. Sam raised his eyebrows but gave Castiel a gentle smile.
'We're not going to do anything with it Cas... We're going to take care of it.'
'It's more the fact that two humans could possess so much grace, I think. Please don't be upset, but I am sure that there are... more devout humans than you and Dean.'
'Oh I'm not debating that,' smiled Sam, sitting next to Cas, but almost shot up again. A pain coursed through his back and up to his neck in a split second.
'Are you ok?'
'Yeah... Just my back playing up,' said Sam, sitting down slowly. Cas flipped the page, a frown on his face.
'I would have thought that possessing grace would eliminate human weaknesses like that,' he said, not looking up.
'Well we have our humanity as well, don't forget. These aren't... exactly vessels. It's not like the 'real Sam' is trapped inside.'
'That's true,' said Cas, squinting at a passage in old Latin. He re-read it, making sure he read it carefully before dog-earing the page and putting the book down.
'What's up?' Called Sam as Cas walked away. Castiel didn't answer but made his way down to Bobby's basement and into the panic room where they had started storing ingredients and books.
Dean, I think Cas has found something, Sam called out to his brother in his head.
Dean reappeared next to him at the threshold of the basement.
'Cas?' Dean called out, 'What's up?' His voice echoed down the dark stairs and they could hear Cas fumbling through the panic room, tossing things aside. Dean and Sam looked at each other before making their way down the stairs and walking up to the panic room. Cas was definitely looking for something.
'Hey Cas what-' Dean stopped at the threshold of the panic room and looked around. He physically couldn't get in. His hand met an unpleasant resistance as he tried to get in.
'Found it,' Cas said, standing up and dusting off an old book that looked like it would fall apart at any moment. He looked at the boys and shook his head in disbelief, pointing at the walls. Understanding came over the brother's faces as they recognised the sigils; angel-proofing the room.
'I forgot,' said Dean sheepishly, moving aside as Castiel walked back through.
'What's with the book?' Asked Sam; he and Dean following Castiel back up the stairs. Bobby was back at his desk and looked up when the three entered, closing his current book as Castiel put the tattered one in front of him.
'...You're giving this to me because?'
'Read it.'
'What am I reading exactly?' Bobby opened the book as he spoke and then froze at the page where the contents would usually be. The handwritten ink was in italics and it definitely wasn't a contents page, it looked more like a journal.
'What is it Bobby?' Asked Sam, getting annoyed that no one was answering him.
'Surely not,' muttered Bobby, flicking carefully to the next page, then the next. He looked up at Castiel, unblinking.
'Damn it, someone tell us what is going on or I'll start smiting,' growled Dean impatiently.
'This book is about three hundred years old. Well the cover is anyway,' said Bobby, looking at the withered leather before turning back to his page, 'some of these pages could be almost... a thousand.' Sam and Dean frowned at each other; the pages looked worn but the ink was almost completely unblemished.
'It's a grimoire,' said Castiel, 'usually you see these when it comes to Pagans, they pass the book down, adding spells, rituals, anything that may be of use to the next generation.'
'So we are dealing with a superficial witch?' Asked Dean.
'Not exactly,' murmured Bobby, reading through the book.
'This is far beyond a regular Pagan journal. I have a feeling that this may be the First,' Castiel said gravelly, walking towards the window.
Dean took a step closer to him, 'the first what?'
'The first Pagan bible,' said Castiel, turning back around, 'Old magic. Very old and very dark. Evil. This kind of thing belongs in Hell... I'm surprised it is on Earth.'
'Then why are we able to read it? If it's so... evil?'
'Anyone can read it, but only humans would be able to hold it. Do not touch that book,' warned Castiel as Sam looked at it curiously. Bobby looked up at him and gripped it tighter, 'I mean it Sam. I don't know what would happen to you if you were to touch it, being an angel.'
'It could hurt us?'
Castiel nodded.
'Are you sure it's the Pagan bible? I mean, it's wearing a bit thin,' said Dean, noting the quality of the pages and how thin the actual bible was. It couldn't be more than two hundred pages.
'Pages are missing,' said Bobby, holding the book up and showing them the places were pages had been ripped out.
'There is a way to see if it is the true Pagan bible,' said Castiel thoughtfully.
'How?' Asked Bobby, surprised.
Castiel walked forward and grabbed Dean, dragging him by his arm over to the desk and picking up one of the knives. Before Dean could protest, Castiel cut Dean's finger and let a couple of drops spill onto the book. Dean wrenched his hand back, glaring at Castiel (though his finger healed in seconds) then looked on in horror as the book let out a horrible wailing noise which shook the foundations of Bobby's house and the blood boiled, smoking a hole into the book, before it stopped. The book suddenly regenerated; the hole and burn disappearing as if it never happened.
'Well that's something,' said Bobby, looking from Dean down to the book.
'What the hell just happened?' Asked Dean, looking at his uninjured finger and then at Cas.
'Think about it Dean. Something so powerful and evil...' said Cas, running a finger down the book (which didn't react in any way), 'It would have magic possessing it so that it won't fall into the wrong hands... Quite literally,' he looked up. Sam nodded, understanding.
'No other... supernatural beings would be able to touch it.'
'Exactly.'
'Then why were there demons protecting it?' Asked Dean, 'I mean, would they be able to touch it?'
'I don't think a low level demon would be able to touch something like this,' said Bobby, flipping through the pages again, 'perhaps something higher.'
'Hold up,' said Sam, frowning, 'what if the demons weren't protecting it?'
'What do you mean?' Asked Bobby.
Dean raised his eyebrows, catching on, 'you think they were looking for it?'
'Maybe. If this is the First, then anyone would want it. Word must have got out that the witch that was in possession of the book is dead, so maybe they were thinking of stealing it.'
'Then they're more stupid than they look,' replied Dean, 'didn't they realize that it would... kill them?' He couldn't think of an exact word for what the book would actually do to them.
'Maybe they were doing it on someone else's orders. And whoever that someone is, lied to them. Told them it was just a book they needed... That would explain why three of them were there... One of them picks up the book, explodes, the other two bail-'
'-And go back to their boss and tell them what they saw,' finished Bobby, looking at Sam.
'Yeah. Then the boss would know it was definitely the right book.'
'But we killed those demons, so they never got the book,' said Dean.
'Yeah, this might be even worse. Maybe their boss will check it out, see a pile of ash and think the book was strong enough to kill all the demons in the room,' Sam said, panicking.
'And now we have it,' said Cas gravelly.
'Which means?' Asked Dean, but already knowing the answer.
'We're pretty much sitting ducks with a shaking nuke on our hands,' Said Bobby, putting the book down gingerly.
So minions, how do you like where this is taking you? Please review or something... let me know :) Much appreciated I assure you! Oh and keep reading if you would like a... well... surprise of the sweetest sort...
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