Okay, so...umm...I think some of you guys have thought that the latest chapter was going to be the last...well...it's not. I am way too invested in this to stop now and writing this is helping me clear up my writer's block. However, for this story, I don't know how many more chapters are left but I'm really trying not to rush it too much. I don't want this to be 50 chapters long, because, lets admit it, that's a lot of chapters for a fan-fiction. Granted, there are some that are way over that, but still. Anyways, LEAVE ME A REVIEW OR A COMMENT OR A PM! Let me know where you think the story is going or where you would like the story to go. Not that I'm going to change the direction of story, because it is steadily going to down the track I've planned, it's going stubbornly, but it's still going. ANYWAYS! ONWARDS AND OFFWARDS!

Chapter 10

Gael and Dubhlainn lay down in the grass, staring up at the blue, blue sky framed by the swaying tree tops. Yellow and purple flowers twirl as the wind gently plays with them. Gael's long, blond hair fans out beneath her as does the linen skirt of her dress. She hears the grass crunch as Dubhlainn moves. He crawls and lies down next to Gael, their hands by each other, but not touching. Gael turns her head and looks at Dubhlainn. He has grown into something handsome and she outlines the profile of his face with her eyes. His wild, curly locks of brown hair have only grown wilder. His big, brown eyes have only deepened in color. From the slope of his forehead down to the sharp edge of his jaw, is a fine line to follow.

Dubhlainn feels her eyes on him and he turns toward her. A smile slides across his face as his eyes catches hers. Those blue, green hazel eyes widen in surprise. She isn't as sneaky as she thought she is.

"Gael," he says, turning onto his side.

She mimics his motion and lays her head on her arm.

"Dubhlainn," she says back.

He needs to tell her. He doesn't have much time until his father comes looking for him. He has reached marriageable age and as the son of the chief of his clan, he has responsibility. He has to tell her.

"Ní bheidh mé in ann cuairt a thabhairt duit i bhfad níos faide," I won't be able to visit you much longer.

"Cén fáth nach?" Why not? She asks. She is a few years younger than him and still so innocent.

"Mar gheall ar," Becasuse he begins, but falters. He catches his breath and starts again. "Mar tá mé a bheith ag fear." Because I am to be wed.

Her eyebrows scrunch together, piecing the information together.

"Tá níos mó de tú." There are more of you. It's a statement, not a question. She was never sure there were more people like them.

Dubhlainn nods, "Go leor eile."

Her eyes widen. "A domhan ar fad níos mó," she whispers. A whole world more.

Dubhlainn nods once more, "Tá mé a dhéanamh mianach amháin agus mé, dá cuid." I am to make one mine and I, hers.

Her eyes search his face, trying to look for something. She's not sure what and neither is he.

"Ach nach mian leat a." But you don't wish to.

Dubhlainn shakes his head. He takes a deep breath; the next thing he says must come out right.

"Tá mé aimsithe duine éigin mian liom mianach a dhéanamh," I have found someone I wish to make mine. His eyes look down as he pulls at the grass. "Ach níl a fhios agam más mian sí go liom a bheith dá cuid." But I don't know if she wishes that I be hers.

Gael puts a hand on his fidgeting ones. He looks up and there, on her face is a sad smile.

"Ba chóir duit insint di," You should tell her. She whispers. She takes her hand away.

"Ba chóir dom?" Should I?

"Ar ndóigh." Of course.

Gael returns to lie on her back, her arm underneath her head. The hand nearest Dubhlainn is lying in the grass and the fingers gently pull at it. Dubhlainn also returns to lying on his back, but now he is closer to her. The hand closest to Gael inches closer until his fingers barely brushes hers.

She doesn't look at him. She also doesn't pull away.

Dubhlainn takes that as a positive sign and takes a hold of her hand. He holds his breath, waiting for something. Her hand is cold, but it slowly warms in his. He grips her hand tighter, wishing he isn't forcing her to accept him.

She pulls her hand out of his. Dubhlainn sucks in more air, not sure what to do now. He feels a pain in his chest, like someone is trying to rip through it. A cooler hand moces his, so his palm is facing up. He looks over and sees Gael place her hand in his, their fingers intertwining together.

"Mothaíonn níos fearr ar an mbealach seo," Feels better this way. She whispers, a slight blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks.

"A dhéanann sé," It does. Dubhlainn whispers back. His blush responding to hers in kind.

He counts the seconds until he says something again. "Gael," he begins, but before he can get anything out, he feels soft lips on his cheek. He turns his head and his brown eyes widen, surprise all over his face.

"An mbeidh tú mianach?" Will you be mine? She asks, her eyes turn to the grass, feeling too embarrassed to look at him. "An féidir liom a bheith mise?" Can I be yours?

Dubhlainn doesn't say anything. He takes his free hand and lays it gently on her cheek. He leans in and softly kisses her.

"I gcónaí." Always. He whispers as he pulls away. Their foreheads touch and they both smile.

Sam and Dean sit on the couch, while Gael sits in a chair across from them. A table is between them, a sort of barrier. She's fidgety. Her eyes keep glancing around the room, never standing still. Her fingers keep playing with a free thread that has unraveled itself from the hem of her shirt. Dean notices the necklace around her neck. There's a circle, of what looks like two different types of wood, and a metal tree above it. The metal doesn't really look like metal. There's an emerald green shine to it when the light hits it right. Gael follows Dean's eyes and grabs onto it.

"You wanted to talk?" She says, putting the necklace inside of her shirt.

An orange tabby cat saunters up to Gael and jumps up on her lap. The cat kneads her legs, not using it claws, and curls up in her lap. She pets the orange fur-ball.

"You have a cat?" Dean asks, sort of surprised. He didn't expect someone with an empty apartment to have a cat.

"It broke into my apartment," she explains. She still pets the cat and looks up at them. "You wanted to talk," she repeats herself.

"Yeah," Sam starts, stopping his brother from saying anything else, "and we wanted to apologize for what happened at the radio station."

Gael nods her head and she thinks about what to say next, "I suppose I should apologize too. I kind of lost my temper."

Dean snorts. Sam cuts his eyes to Dean and tries to send his brother a mental message to shut up.

"It probably didn't help that we cornered you," Sam says, "Anyways, we're sorry."

"Let's call it even," she says, giving Sam a small smile. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well," Sam says, trying to think of a way to say this, "we found your goddess and she's looking for you."

"Goddess?" She asks, confusion plain as day on her face. "What goddess?"

Dean and Sam look at each other and then back to Gael.

"Maire," Dean supplies. "How many goddesses have you been a vessel to?"

"None," Gael says, "and Maire isn't a goddess."

"What?" Dean asks, "Yes she is."

"No she's not."

"But," Dean tries to stop the quick thoughts from interrupting his attempt at talking. "She has a shit ton of power, doesn't that just, I don't know, make her one?"

"No," Gael says. She stops petting the cat and puts it down. It looks like she's getting ready for a speech. "Gods and goddesses require followers of a religion: cult, pagan, Christian, Hindu, Islam, etc. Have you found any texts about Maire?"

Sam shakes his head, "No. The only information she gave us freely is that she's the tree of knowledge. Which every culture has, but they don't necessarily worship it."

"When God locked up the Darkness, he gave Maire a place on the Earth he created," Gael explains, "He wanted her to help his creatures to thrive on the gift he had given him. So, he made a home for her, in a tree. Her roots grew long and they traveled far. She was able to use the roots to travel from new civilization to civilization. She was there when they needed guidance on how to survive."

"You mean to say," Dean puts his hand up to stop her, to make sure he's understanding, "that she could travel around the world by using tree roots?"

"Of course," Gael says, as if that's the most normal thing in the world. "Whenever a new civilization appeared, so would a tree. So no, she's not a goddess and don't let her hear you call her that."

"Why?" Sam asks.

"The other gods and goddesses have tried to obtain her power to be the one, main powerful being. Also, she doesn't approve of rituals in order to gain more power. She believes that human lives are worth more than that."

"Then how is she so powerful?" Dean asks. Sam nudges him in the shoulder and gives him the bitch-face that he is renowned for. "What? I'm curious."

"Through knowledge," Gael says with a shrug. "She has learned all there is to know about magic, even teaching a few witches, and helping create communities for them."

"Knowledge is power," Sam whispers.

Gael nods. "But this isn't what you came here for," her eyes switch between Dean and Sam. "What do you two want?"

"We need you to become Maire's vessel again," Dean says, as if it's the simplest thing in the world. "So that we can stop the Darkness and fix the world."

"I believe I already told you no," her voice is even and calm, but there is a hint of frustration in there.

"We know," Sam says, sending another mental shut up, Dean to his brother. "But we need your help and Maire can't do it unless you're with her. Please?"

Gael sighs and looks down at her hands and thinks. They wait a few minutes, giving her the time she needs. Finally, she looks up at them, resolve in her eyes.

"No," she says. "Letting the Darkness is your mess. You two clean it up. I've sacrificed enough the last time it got out."

"Wait, wait, wait," Dean says, his hand waving as if to stop the words coming out. "What do you last time? I thought the Mark of Cain was the only way it could get out?"

"Don't be so stupid," Gael says, the words not coming out harsh. "There are three other keys out there."

"Where are the other keys?" Dean asks.

"I don't know," Gael answers, rubbing the spot between her eyebrows.

"How did it get out?" Sam asks, his eyes searching her face for some kind of clues. She stops rubbing the spot and makes her face neutral.

"A chieftain wanted more power. A dark witch told him how to get it and he got it. He sacrificed his son's soul for it and I locked it up."

"How long ago was this?" Sam asks, since Dean is trying to process everything.

"About fifteen hundred years ago."

"But that doesn't make sense," Sam says, "I've looked through lore and historical texts and not one said anything about it being released."

Gael's eyes level with Sam's and says in a detached voice. "That's because I killed everyone." Her eyes move between the brothers. "Are we done here?"

P.S. Have you guys heard of the Sci-fi show Roar? It stars a young Heath Ledger, with a bad accent, and it's actually, kind of good. Anyways, I was looking up Celtic lore and shit and then this show popped up AND I TOTALLY FORGOT IT EXISTED! Anyways, you guys should check it out!