I have returned and i do bring good news. I will now be posting on a scheduale! Yay! Now i do know that i might post ahead of schedule but I don't thing any of you lovely people will be really bothered by that, so from now on i will post every Sunday or earlier if possible. Okay, i think that's all i needed to tell y'all so enjoy the story. Write to you soon.

Arthur had been right, it was a long and hard night for them. Especially with the little visit from Crowley. Mythri had been let down to lay on the ground while Arthur was left to hang, quite a bit like frozen meat in a locker. With absolutely nothing to do but twiddle his thumbs, the king decided that thinking was a good way to pass the time. He thought about Merlin and what what Crowley said about him. How he's immortal and wanted by some one very powerful. That thought led him into thinking about what year it was. Obviously by the state of these people's cloths, lots of time had passed. But how much? 100 years? 1000? How long had Merlin waited for him? And how much had he suffered? Had he changed at all? After letting these question bounce around his head for a while, whispering answers that seemed so improbable and so awful he could hardly stand them, a new riddle wiggled it's way to the front. What if Merlin hates him for leaving him for all that time? Almost instantly the notion was shot down. If Merlin hated him then why would Crowley use him as bait. Still, in the back of his mind, doubt planted a seed that, when given enough time, would grow and corrupt any good thoughts he had about his servant. Thankfully, mythri chose that moment to stir. Had Arthur been left to his depressing thoughts much worse problem have a cured to him.

Mythri was so done with being caught at the moment. She was mad at just about everyone. Merlin for getting captured, Crowley for being an ass and for being a demon, not to mention chaining her up. The Winchester boys for what ever they did wrong. Herself for comping out of hiding and ending up stuck in one of the biggest messes yet. The only person she wasn't mad at right now was Arthur, but that was because, in this pain riddled state she had forgotten he existed. If she had remembered she most likely would have been mad at him for choosing that moment to rise again. So, as she pushed herself off of the ground, grimace mixing with glare fixed on the iron door, all she could think about was tearing apart the first demon to walk in the door then slapping Merlin upside the head for being an idiot. That was that the half formed plan till a gentle cough reminded her that Arthur had risen and was chained behind her. All of this happened in about 5 seconds. Slowly she swiveled her head to make eye contact with the once and future king. Somehow, whether it was the angle, the light, or just some side effect of pain, he almost looked handsome. With blonde hair plastered to his forehead, lovely blue eyes, and strong jaw, it was hard not to see him as a model.

Arthur, unaware of her thoughts, gently crooned.

" Morning, how are you doing now?" His voice was soft and lulling. She blinked the nodded slightly.

" I'm-" she stopped, shifting her weight back onto her hands to try and lessen the pain in her side. "Fine, just in a little pain." She finished, smiling up at him. He laughed slightly, also in pain. His shoulders had gone numb and he was slightly worried about permanent damage.

" That sounds like the biggest understatement of the year." He stated and both smiled. Mythri leaned her head back into the wall, a long sigh accompanying the movement. Arthur's smile soon faded, it was hard to stay happy in a time like this. Her face was tilted up, eyes closed, lips pressed together tightly. Under the blood and grime, Arthur got the impression she would have been exceedingly pale. And beautiful. Black curls hung limply both in her face and down her front, tangles and knots strewn through the entire mass. As he stared she began to look more and more like Merlin. His eyebrows scrunched down in an attempt to make sense of their resemblance when her eyes shot open, connecting right away with his. All sign of a concussion gone, which, he knew, was strange and unheard of. She held eye contact for a moment longer before giving him a wide grin.

"See something you like?" She teased, a slight hoarseness to her voice. The teasing didn't make it to her eyes, however, which were cold and hard, so much like the ice of their color. The corner of his mouth tweaked up and his eyes moved away to the opposite wall, where a matching set of chains hung.

"I was just thinking about Merlin." He lied. Well, it wasn't a complete lie but it was close enough. Mythri nodded, understanding his thoughts. Silence settled in between them. "How long have I been gone?" Arthur asked, sending Silence on its way again.

" Maybe 1000 years? I'm not sure but I know its over 1000." She was lying as well. She knew full well how long it had been, 1257 years, 4 months and 12 days. Ish. She had been counting down the days for as long as she could remember. They had been programmed into her head since the day she was born. They were all her passwords and codes. She was pretty sure she chanted them in her sleep.

"Did you know him?" Arthur asked, once again breaking the silence that had settled in.

"Who?" Did he mean Crowley? Merlin? The last guy she had sex with?(the answer to that was barely, they met in a bar.)

"Merlin. Did you know him?" He asked again, looking over to watch her. She met his gaze.

"Yes, but I doubt he will remember met when I was very young." Her eyes glistened with tears, turning the ice to a vast sea, tossing and turning with a storm.

"I see." He replied, not quite meaning the words but hesitant to barrack the subject now in their current situation. He tugged on the chains making them rattle. It was a hollow, joyless sound, much like you would expect from chains in a jail in hell. It was so typical that Arthur almost laughed. Almost. Neither spoke for a long time, content to listen to the echoes. When Arthur finally spoke he asked about society today, how things worked, what people acted like. Mythri was more than happy to answer each and every one of his questions.

{SPN}

Merlin told the boys a simplified version of what happened. He left out Arthur, saying he was his best friend coming home from England.

He did however tell them about his abilities, to an extent. He told them about the moving objects with his mind and the hearing angel speak. And he told them about the 20 years ago, changing the story to fit a child's point of view. The winchesters and bobby listened, believing every word that he spoke. When he was finished the suns rays were just peaking over the horizon to see if all were ready to wake. Bobby leaned back and groaned.

"That was some story there." He called, rubbing his beard gently.

"I am so sorry all of this happened to you." Sam apologized, leaning forward to place a hand on his shoulder. "I think I'm like you, a lillim. Some one who was fed demon blood as a child and develops powers from it. I guess they wanted to collect on their income when they found out you could hear angels." Merlin nodded, sliding easily into the cover story Sam provided him with. Dean just grunted and headed into the kitchen for another bottle of beer. Too many things didn't add up in his mind and he could tell from Sam's body language that he knew about them and the concern was just a well placed front. They would talk later. He would think now. Why did the Demon claim Arthur was in hell if Merlin knew he was just in England. Why would Merlin be so concerned about getting to the airport on time to pick Arthur up? Why did Cas react so strangely to seeing Merlin? It was all just too different and complicated. One thing he did know was Merlin and his friend were in trouble, and that meant they would help them. Another thing he knew was he would get the truth out of them, even if it had to be dragged out.