Faron walked hastily down the hallway towards the room where the ritual was to take place. After Castiel told him about a demon he could slay, Faron grabbed all the things he needed and went to the abandoned warehouse the demon was apparently staying at. When he arrived, there was more than just one demon but three and he killed each and every one of them. Faron was frustrated. His father had came into his life to tell him that he needed him to open up the gates of Purgatory to allow the Alpha Djinn to be set free to round up all of his descendants to help defeat the demon forces gathering to destroy them. Even as he repeated it in his head, it all sounded rather ridiculous. But the killing helped his clear his mind and his thoughts. It also helped him remember other questions he had about the ritual and its ramifications.

When he arrived back to the hotel, his father was sprawled out on top of the sheets, fully clothed, and appeared to be deep in sleep. So Faron got undressed, took a shower to wash the stench of demon off of him, and climbed into bed intent on questioning his father when he woke up. But when Faron woke up the next morning, he father was yet again gone with a note on his bedside table telling him to meet him in Bootbock, Kansas before the eclipse. Faron had been sure he'd heard the name before but couldn't quite place where he'd heard the name.

It wasn't until a day later at a rest stop in Wichita that Faron was struck with where he'd heard the name Bootbock before. Bootbock was the name of the town Sam had told him Castiel and Crowley had opened the portal the last time. And then it all made sense. His father had told him he needed to perform the ritual in a place where the veil between our world and Purgatory was thinnest. It made sense that they would be going to the place the gates were last opened.

The thought of Cas made Faron think about Sam and Dean and how much he missed them. He would never say it aloud but he was lonely. All of the years he'd spent on the road alone were fine when he didn't know what he was missing but now that he'd had a taste of being a part of a group, he missed it. He missed talking to Sam about some of the things he felt without judgment. He missed just being around Dean, listening to him tell his stupid jokes while the two of them listened to music and pranked Sam. He missed the sense of camaraderie that came with connecting with other people. Now he felt as if he'd basically destroyed any chance of every seeing them again with this new development. He knew they would be against this plan and he knew that when they found out about it, they'd never want to see him again. But he had to do this; his life literally depended on it. Their lives depended on it. He knew they'd never understand why he had to do this. He knew that a part of him wanted to do this because his father wanted him to do it but logically, if he didn't help him, the demons would wipe them all out without a second thought.

Faron had found a hotel in the small town and he hadn't even set his bags down when his father appeared in the center of the room in an explosion of blue flames. He looked differently from the other times Faron had seen him. He was dressed the way Faron and the Winchesters dressed- jeans, t-shirt, and a jacket. His usually coifed hair lay without product and messy in a sexy way. For a moment Faron understood the power of a Cubus. His father held seduction in the palm of his hand and Faron began to feel as if what he'd been doing was just playing sexy.

Before Faron could say a word, Sayaad launched into an explanation about where he wanted Faron to meet him and how hard it had been to find and convince a Yakshas to help him but he had.

"So I just need to finish gathering the ingredients for the ritual tomorrow and we're in business. I just wanted to let you know where I want you to meet me." Sayaad said in a rush. "And now I must leave again."

Faron watched openmouthed as his father disappeared and he was left staring at the spot he'd left.

Which is why Faron was now stalking through the hall of the abandoned building Castiel and Crowley had once used for a hideout, intent on having his questions answered. He could feel the power still clinging to the building; wards and sigils still scrawled across every surface, keeping everything else at bay. He wasn't entirely sure what the building had once been used for but he didn't like the chill that keep moving through him every time he thought about what they were about to do.

Faron pushed open the heavy metal door that led to the basement where the ritual was to be performed. He leaned over the railing and gazed down at his father, intently scrubbing away the blood on the wall in front of him. He was erasing some sort of symbol that had been painted on the wall in what appeared to be blood, gone brown with age. Next to it, covering part of the sigil was a huge splatter of blood. The room was completely bare and to Faron it looked like an empty mental institution with its tiled white walls and metal railings. Faron wasn't sure his father knew he was there but as he walked down the stairs, his boots clicking against the metal steps, it was hard not to notice him there even though Sayaad gave no indication he knew Faron was there.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Faron asked as he walked over to Sayaad's hunched figure, hands scrubbing the tiles roughly.

"I'm washing away the mess that was made the last time the gate was open. There was blood everywhere." He replied, not stopping from his task.

"That's what I've been meaning to talk to you about. Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, come on Dad, we're standing in the consequences of what happens when you open Purgatory! How are you so sure that what we bring back will be the Alpha and not another batch of Leviathans?"

With a sigh, Sayaad stopped scrubbing and turned to Faron. "I know we'll only be summoning the Alpha because the ritual only calls forth the being connected to those who are performing the spell. It's why I needed all of the creatures borne from Djinn. It is our blood that will call the Alpha to us. Nothing else in that God forsaken place will be able to hear the call and the portal will only allow the Alpha through."

"But are you sure this is a good idea? Purgatory changes people. The Alpha could come back and not be the same man who went there. What if he no longer kills humans 'humanely' and he goes nuts and murders everyone in his path?"

"Ok, Faron what's with all the questions?"

"I just feel like this is all happening so fast. I mean just 3 days ago, you told me about the plan to open the gates to Purgatory and now we're about to do it. It's just I had no time to think about this. I'm not so sure this is what we should be doing."

"But I told you why we must do this."

"Yea, and I understand that but it still doesn't mean I think it's the right decision."

Sayaad looked at Faron sincerely and grabbed his face, forcing Faron to look him the eyes. Faron could see how much his father loved him and he knew that he'd gotten his determination from this man.

"Do you still want to do this? Because I would never force you to do something you don't want to do. This is your choice and I won't hate you if you choose not to do this."

Faron gazed into his father's eyes and he broke. He felt his walls come down and he knew the answer before he said it.

"Yes, I still want to do this."

"Ok then," Sayaad said turning back to the wall. "Grab that book over there. I need you to paint the symbol on the page I marked on the floor. We only have about an hour until the eclipse and we still have some work to do before everyone gets here."

Faron picked up the book and opened it to the page Sayaad had dog-eared. The page was written in a language Faron couldn't understand but the symbol looked simple enough to draw. There were 2 circles and within the inner, smaller circle was a ten-pointed star and inside of the outer circle were a chain of words written in the same strange language as the book.

"What am I using to draw it with?" Faron asked glancing up from the book.

"There's a bowl of Lamb's blood over on that table." Sayaad replied, gesturing to the corner to the left of Faron. He was nearly done cleaning off the wall; all that was left was the large blood splatter.

Faron walked over to the brass bowl filled with blood. It was thick and looked almost black in the depth of the bowl. Next to it was a paintbrush. Faron grabbed the brush and made his way into the center of the room. He bent down and began tracing the pattern on the floor.

Just as Faron was finishing up the symbol, the first of their guests had begun to arrive. It was the Djinn. He was wearing ragged clothes, his black markings etched across his pale skin. Sayaad had just finished cleaning the wall and had begun placing 5 brass bowls around the perimeter of the symbol Faron had just drawn.

"Faron, this is Markus." Sayaad said gesturing towards the man. He turned towards Markus and addressed him. "I'm so grateful you could come. I know how hard it is for you to travel."

Markus gave no reply but inclined his head at Sayaad.

"Markus? Well, well! I haven't seen you since the French Revolution!" A woman stepped out of thin air, her long dark hair streaming behind her, away from her ageless face. She was wearing a satin purple gown that danced across the floor like liquid. She looked completely human save for the fangs Faron could see jutting from her bright red lips. There were tiny, intricate patterns tattooed across her hands and forehead, her bright blue eyes shining as she smiled at Markus.

"Hello Jezebel." Sayaad said, bowing to the woman.

"Sayaad." She said, raising the hem of her gown and curtsying. It was then that Faron could see the same patterns across her barefooted feet as she turned her salacious gaze on Faron. "And who have we here?"

"Jezebel, this is my son Faron."

"Pleasure to meet you." She replied pushing her delicate hand in front of Faron's face. He instantly knew that he wanted him to kiss her hand so he grabbed it lightly and placed a small kiss on her delicate hand.

"Oh please Jezebel, leave the dude alone!" Another man said as he walked through the metal door. He was rather fit but looked out of place among the others. He looked completely human and very attractive but the thing that was most unusual was what he was wearing. Standing next to Jezebel in her clingy gown and Markus in his tattered cloak, the newcomer looked like a true stranger. He appeared to be the stereotypical idea of what a surfer boy would look like with his long, messy sun-bleached hair, tan skin, board shorts, and lazy expression. He looked to be around Faron's age and Faron could see his tight, lean muscles stretch and tighten as she sauntered over to him. Faron could feel the boy's attraction for him like perfume wafting in the air.

"You must be Sayaad's son…although he didn't say you were so fucking cute." He said with a wink.

"Hunter, I have claims on the boy." Jezebel said, her eyes glowing.

"Somehow I don't think you're his type." Hunter replied crossing his arms across his chest.

"Actually," Faron said looking at the two creatures. "I am 'claimed' by no one."

Jezebel merely turned from Faron and leaned against the wall as if Faron hadn't spoken at all. Hunter winked at Faron and angled his body towards Sayaad, addressing him.

"So, who's left? You've got Faron the Cubus, Markus the Djinn, Jezebel the Yakshas, and me the Mare. So what Alp did you get?"

For a moment, Sayaad hesitated before replying.

"Magnus."

Faron could feel all eyes lock on Sayaad's as he said the name. Faron didn't understand what the problem was but clearly this Magnus person wasn't well liked.

"You cannot be serious?"

At first Faron was confused as to who had spoken but he soon realized that it was Markus who had spoken for the first time. His deep, rumbling voice was heavily accented and his English was slightly broken.

"He's the only one who would agree to it." Sayaad said defensively.

"But Sayaad," Jezebel said, gliding over to Sayaad. Her gaze held a silent plea that Faron didn't understand. "He's a blood thirsty monster. He cares for no one but himself and I can guarantee you, he cannot be trusted."

"And you can Jezebel?" A small voice replied. Faron could see Jezebel's entire body freeze as a boy walked from the corner of the room. The shadows clung to his small body like a coat and it appeared as if he had just stepped right out of them. He looked to be around 13 with white-blond hair and bright blue eyes that were so big, they almost completely filled his eyes. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, zipped up to the neck. From the top of the sweatshirt, Faron could see sharp, jagged, bright blue symbols winding across his throat but as he walked towards the group, they seemed to completely vanish.

"I apologize, Magnus." Jezebel said, turning in the boy's direction. She bowed at him but her eyes never met his own.

Magnus regarded the woman like an insect in his coffee cup before turning to Sayaad.

"The eclipse is almost upon us Sayaad. Shall we begin?"

Sayaad simply nodded and gestured towards the symbol Faron had drawn. It was odd to see the way the others acted around Magnus who was just a boy. None of them seemed to look him in the eyes and they gave him a wide berth as they each walked over to the symbol and stood next to a bowl. Faron followed suit and stood in front of the bowl between Jezebel and Hunter. Sayaad went to the corner of the room where the metal table was and brought out 4 jars, each filled with what appeared to be blood as he opened the first one and began filling the brass bowl in front of Jezebel. The bowl in front of Markus was already full and Faron remembered it was the bowl of lamb's blood he'd used to make the symbol.

"Dad, what is this?" Faron asked as Sayaad opened a second jar and filled the bowl in front of him.

"A part of the spell requires that we draw strength from our weaknesses. Each of these bowls are filled with the weapon of our demise. The one in front of Markus is lamb's blood. Yours is filled with virgin blood." He said, opening the next jar and filling the bowl in front of Hunter.

Sayaad continued filling the bowls before taking mantle at the head of the symbol, the book in hand.

"Well, the eclipse is almost here so I will begin the spell. I need everyone to unleash your power while I read the spell."

Faron could feel the familiar heat of his powers as the dark veins climbed up his body and his claws and fangs lengthened. Faron glanced at Markus' glowing blue eyes and next to him, Magnus' skin had grown even paler and appeared to be cracking like shattered glass. Through the cracks, Faron could see blue fire leaking out. Next to him, black markings had begun climbing up Hunter's arms and the patterns on Jezebel's body had grown so bunched, it appeared to turn her skin black. Her long fangs had grown even longer and the bones of her elbows and cheekbones appeared to sharpen, giving her the pointed features of a bird. They were all a sight to behold and Faron would have been terrified by the sight if he hadn't been a part of it. He could feel their power weighing heavy in the air, making the atmosphere thick and muggy. Sayaad's own change had begun as he began chanting the words of the spell.

"Ne fì'u txon pehrr tsawke si moon takuk," he began. "Oe pawm nga piak kxemyo ne lahe pa'o!"

Faron could feel more power pour into the room and he could tell by the way the others closed their eyes that they felt it too. It was like a comforting wave that left a security that Faron had never felt. Looking up at his father, Sayaad looked like a god. Faron had never really seen what he looked when he released his power but he hoped that he looked the way Sayaad looked, full of raw sexuality that was both terrifying and alluring.

"Reypay ne reypay oe syaw ne nga," Sayaad continued. "Tìtxur ta timeyp srung oe tse'a!" His voice had climbed in pitch and Faron felt the hum in the air. He could almost feel the earth itself trying to rip itself apart. Faron couldn't tear his eyes away from his father and the power he radiated. He could feel his own power weakening to allow the spell to work but he could do nothing to stop it. Everyone else seemed to almost be in a trance but Faron could see everything clearer than anything he's ever seen before. Because he was the only one with his eyes open, Faron was the only one who could see his father draw a silver blade from his boot and with a glint in his blue eyes, he vanished in a flare of fire and appeared behind Markus.

"Oe tìng ne nga reypay!" he said as he dipped the blade into the lamb's blood in front of Markus. He smiled to the Heavens as he plunged the knife into Markus, the blue light in his eyes dimming as his mouth flew open and he died. Just as quickly as he appeared, Sayaad was gone.

"Oe tìng ne nga stxenu!" Sayaad said as he appeared behind Magnus. Just as he had with Markus, he dipped the blade into the cow's blood and plunging into Magnus' back. Faron watched as the bright blue cracks in his body turned black and his body seemed to shatter into a thousand smoking pieces and again, Sayaad vanished.

Faron felt as if he was watching it all in slow motion but the rational part of his brain knew Sayaad was moving faster than anything Faron had seen before. He knew before it happened where Sayaad would appear next.

"Oe tìng ne nga vitra!" He said, repeating the same actions of dipping the knife into the blood, this time it was the blood of those in fear, and jamming the knife into Hunter's back. The markings on his arms vanished from his skin like smoke rolling off of pavement as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to the ground dead. Faron looked up from Hunter's body to Sayaad but he was already gone.

Faron could see the light from the corner of his eye as Sayaad appeared behind Jezebel.

"Oe tìng ne nga'on!" And just like the others, he dropped the knife into the horse blood and stabbed Jezebel, the fading black parts of her body, spreading and painting her entire body midnight black. As her dead body fell to the floor, it began to draw up and wither like a piece of rotting fruit.

Faron didn't need to be psychic to know he was next and as much as his body protested, Faron knew he had to move or he would die. Before he could make a move, he heard his father's voice right next to his ear. The voice that came through him was different from the one he'd grown to equate with his fathers. This voice was cold and emotionless, icicles dripping from every word he said.

"Oe tìng ne nga toxk!"

Faron saw his father's arm go to the bowl in front of him and with a speed even he didn't know he possessed, Faron kicked his leg out knocking the bowl of virgin blood over and kicking the blade from his father's hand. Faron threw himself backward into his father's form, knocking them both to the ground.

As Faron pulled himself up, he realized his father was gone. Faron spun and caught a glimpse of his father, retrieving the knife that had slid halfway across the room. Faron reached into his own boot and pulled out his silver knife, the handle cutting through his flesh as he gripped it tightly. He could see his father beginning to circle him so Faron mimicked the movement, both tracking each other like prey. Faron saw the dead look in Sayaad's eyes; a coldness he'd never seen on his handsome face. His features were twisted in an angry snarl and he bared his fangs at Faron, a threatening hiss escaping his lips. Faron could see the way Sayaad's body bunched as he pounced at Faron.

Faron quickly bent back, his hands hitting the floor and he felt his feet lift into the air and connect with Sayaad's flying form. Faron completed his flip, throwing Sayaad into the wall behind him. Just as quickly as he stood up, Sayaad was on his back, trying to get a hold around Faron's neck.

"You will not stop me boy!" Sayaad said in a hissing voice.

"Just watch me!" Faron said. He used his foot to kick up the knife at his feet as he flipped it and jammed it into Sayaad's back. Faron could instantly feel Sayaad loosen the grip on his throat and when he turned around, Sayaad was glaring at him with a murderous look in his eyes. There was smoke rising from place the knife was sticking out of and Faron could smell the scent of burning flesh filling the small room. Sayaad gripped the knife sticking out of his shoulder and yanked it out, a smile playing across his terrifying face.

"I'm almost sad I'm going to kill you." He said, his black and blue eyes glowing. "You're not as weak as I thought!"

Before Faron could reply, the metal door leading out of the room flew open as Sam and Dean came running into the room, each holding a weapon in both hands.

"Hope we're not too late for the party!" Dean said with a smirk.

Sayaad's head snapped up in the direction the boys had just entered, a sly smile playing across his lips.

"Sam and Dean Winchester." he said. "I can't say I'm surprised to see you here. Let me guess, my progeny told you where we'd be?"

Dean glanced in Faron's direction and gave an almost imperceptible nod that Faron returned.

"Well," Dean said walking down the metal steps, Sam in tow. "When he called a couple of days ago, I couldn't possibly miss the opportunity to hash out some daddy drama. Let's say I was feeling…what's the word, Sammy?"

"Nostalgic." Sam replied, a shotgun slung over his shoulder.

"What took you so long?" Faron asked from behind his father.

A quick look of irritation flashed across Dean's face before he answered. "I let Sam drive."

The brothers made it to the bottom of the steps and the four of them faced off.

"I also can't say I very much like these odds." Sayaad said looking at the hunters. Before anyone could react, Sayaad was gone in flare of blue flames, appearing behind Sam. Dean tried to strike out at him but he grabbed Dean's arm and twisted it, making Dean cry out as he dropped the knife in his hand. Sayaad then grabbed Sam by the hair and quickly rammed his head against the railing next to him. Faron could hear an audible crack when Sam's head connected with the rail and all he could do is watch as Sam's unconscious body fell to Sayaad's feet.

Dean hefted the shotgun in his own hands and fired in Sayaad's direction but Sayaad was gone. He instantly appeared before Faron, knocking him back with unnatural strength. Faron felt the air whoosh out of him as his back connected with the wall behind him. Tiles began raining down on him as he fell bodily to the floor, trying to catch his breath. Faron feebly tried to pull his body up but his arms wouldn't obey and he could see Sayaad's footstep coming closer to him. From the angle he was in, he could see Dean charge Sayaad, only to have Sayaad block him and deliver a blow to Dean's chest, knocking him to his knees in a coughing fit.

"Well since I'm about to kill you both anyway, I might as well tell you my plan…I mean, isn't that the routine in your stupid human movies?" Sayaad said, squatting down in front of Faron. "Let's see… I was telling the truth about the demons rallying together to kill us but you see my plan was to summon the Alpha here and share my body with him. You can't imagine the power that would give me, to be able to command an army of Djinn, Yakshas, Cubi, Mares, and Alps. Yes, it would be an inconvenience having to constantly battle being fully possessed by him but it's worth it, don't you think?"

"So let me guess, Faron was nothing more than a sacrifice?" Dean said, still trying to catch his breath.

"Basically." Sayaad said nonchalantly. "Your stupid father wounded me before I could go back and kill his mother and take him so I could raise him and when I came back for him, he had already been tainted by the filth of humanity. So I waited. I plotted. I planned. I knew one day, he would be vulnerable and I would kill him myself."

"But why?" Faron said. His arms were finally cooperating but he could feel blood dripping from the back of his head and he could taste a coppery metal taste in his mouth. "Why did it matter to you whether I lived or died?"

"Because, everyone in our community would know you were my child just by the sight of you and I didn't want them to know I raise such a weak and pathetic son. I have spent years raising my children to be the best- stronger, faster, more ruthless than all others, and then you came into the picture. You, with your love of humanity, and the unnatural willingness you have for killing your own kind just for surviving. You are a disgrace!" He said contemptuously. He strode over to Faron and kicked him hard in the stomach, lifting him from the ground before he came crashing back down. Faron coughed and he could see spots of blood falling to the floor.

"So when you and this meat sack" he continued, gesturing at Dean. "Had your lover's spat, I knew you would be vulnerable enough for me to make an entrance and use you to further my plans. Your siblings were smart enough to know the ritual would require sacrifice and declined to help me…and they will be punished for that. I spun some ridiculous story to my rivals about the semantics of the ritual to rid myself of their constant presence."

"Except you didn't count on one thing," Faron said, hauling himself up. "You didn't think I would see through your plan. Oh come on father, I knew from the start you were up to no good. I'm a hunter dumbass! Of course I wasn't going to just go along with your plan like a puppet. I've been in contact with Dean since the moment you approached me in that bar. Who knew a little patricide could put our own problems in perspective?"

A look of rage distorted Sayaad's features before being replaced by a mask of indifference. Like lightning, his hand flew out with an unnatural speed, backhanding Faron and knocking him to the ground. He was seeing stars and the room was spinning. Faron was doing everything in his power not to lose consciousness but he could already feel gravity weighing down his limbs. Sayaad turned to Dean, who had brought himself up to his knees, and hefted him up to his feet.

"You're not a Cubus but you will do as a sacrifice." He said, a knife glinting in his hand. Faron hadn't seen him pull it out but he could see the curved blade of the knife glint in the moonlight streaming through the high windows. Faron desperately searched for a weapon, his eyes landing on one of the many discarded knives in the room. It was lying in a pool of blood that had spilled from one of the overturned brass bowls. Faron grabbed the knife, the handle slippery from the blood and gripped it tight. His body wouldn't move but he knew he had to get to Dean before Sayaad killed him.

Faron glanced in their direction and he instantly knew he was too late. Sayaad's hand was raised high above his head, the knife in hand and a psychotic smile on his once- beautiful face. Faron couldn't bear to watch Dean die so he simply did the one thing he could do- he closed his eyes. He closed them to the pain of knowing the man he loved was going to die because of him. He closed them to the knowledge that the world was going to suffer because of his stupidity. He closed them to the reality that he was going to die without telling Dean how he felt about him.

Faron felt the world tilt forward and his head spin. His stomach shot into his throat and it felt as if the floor dropped away from under him. He could feel the muscles of his body tug, a warm heat spreading through his form. It wasn't an unbearable heat but a nice, comforting warmth. He had never felt anything like this before and it scared him. Almost as suddenly as the feeling came, it was gone and the sensation was instantly replaced by a sharp, burning pain in his shoulder. Faron's eyes snapped open and immediately he could see Dean's wide, surprised eyes looking back at him, inches from his face. Faron could still see traces of blue flames vanishing from his body as he spun around. Standing right behind him was Sayaad, an angry expression on his face. The smell of burning flesh was wafting around Faron and a quick glance at his shoulder told him there was a knife stuck in it. He tried to make a move to remove it but in an instant, Sayaad was on his, punching him in the face. Faron try to turn away from the blows and block them but he was quickly made aware of the bloody knife still in his hand. He didn't know where he would hit him, but Faron raised his arm up and plunge the knife into anything soft he could find.

Instantly the punches stopped and Faron cracked his eyes open. Sayaad was staring at the knife jutting out of his ribs, a shocked expression on his face. The black veins were beginning to disappear but his eyes continued glowing brightly. Sayaad pulled his eyes away from the blade and into Faron's eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but only a choking gasp escaped. Fiery blue lines shot from his eyes and mouth, glowing brightly before dying out, leaving a bright blue tracery of lines all over Sayaad's handsome face as he fell backward and his body went stiff. Faron didn't need to touch him to know that Sayaad was dead. It was the same way all the other Cubi he'd killed looked when they died.

"Is he dead?" Sam said groggily. He had a huge bruise on his forehead and there was blood running down the side of his head but he otherwise, looked fine.

"Yea…" Faron replied, looking over at Dean.

"How?" He asked.

"I don't know." Faron said, pulling himself up. He walked over to Dean and hefted him up, helping him get his footing. "I think the blood I got that knife out of must have been the virgin blood."

The three hunters were at the foot of the stairs when the building began to shake, causing dust and tile to rain down from the ceiling.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked, looking around frantically, trying to dodge the large bits of rubble.

"I have no clue!" Faron replied. But as he looked up through the windows he instantly knew what was happening.

The symbol in the middle of the room began to crumble away, the tiles of the floor falling into nothingness as a bright white light shot from the hole, filling the room with light. The shaking subsided as the light grew bigger, shooting through the ceiling of the room and up towards to sky. Faron's eyes never left the moon; the moon that was slowly being invaded by the sun and was beginning to paint the night sky a rusty orange.

Faron turned to the other two. They didn't know to be afraid, but he was scared enough for the three of them. His mouth had gone dry as he struggled to get the words out.

"The eclipse has begun and we just gave the ritual its last sacrifice."

"You don't mean…?" Sam said, his eyes transfixed on the column of light.

"We just opened the gate to Purgatory."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ta-da! Everything comes to a head and Sayaad's dead but what problems will arise with this new situation? Stay tuned for the next installment of The Bold and the Supernatural.

With this chapter I wanted to reveal Sayaad's plan but also show that Faron was aware he was no good and never trusted him from the beginning. That was always my intention so if some of the previous chapters made it seems differently, then I suck! If there's any confusion, Faron teleported for the first time to save Dean. I also wanted to show some of the other breeds of Djinn just for fun.

The spell that Sayaad performed was all in Na'vi (lol, I couldn't use Elvish since I used it in my last story!) so here's the English translation:
On this night when the sun and moon collide

I ask you to open the gate to the other side

Blood to blood I summon thee

Strength from weakness, help us see

I give to you blood!

I give you sacrifice!

I give you soul!

I give you shape!

I give you body!