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Chapter Eleven: Castiel's Message
"I did some research…guardians are only good against the specific type of creature they were sent to guard. In order to release the guarded creature the guardians have to be killed in a certain order. There are always six guardians, not because of some link to the demonic but because of the four earthly and two non-earthly elements: earth, wind, fire, water, life and destruction. The two unearthly elements are always the last to be sacrificed. Many times the guardian of destruction is not needed to be killed because they become the vessel for whatever is being guarded." She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Dean. "The power of the guardians that are killed goes to the remaining guardians. Wind to fire, fire to water, and water to earth. When earth is destroyed wind and fire go to destruction and earth and water to life. The power to kill rests solely in the hands of destruction and the power to heal that which destroys is a gift given to her sister the keeper of life and perhaps her guardian angel." She finished reciting the information while he read along. He looked at her in disbelief. "Look at the name of the author."
"Cas8435…" Dean said.
"8, 4, 3, 5 are the letters T, I, E and L on a phone." Gemma said pulling out her cell phone to show him.
"Cass, you sly dog." Dean chuckled. Gemma shook her head before speaking again.
"Read the last part Dean." She told him.
Dean looked down at the article before reading the final paragraph out loud. "The torturer will seek destruction as is his nature. The lives of the death bringer and the life-giver are connected in a single way. If destruction dies so will life, for there can be no life without death and the torturer will gain not only the power of the guardians but that of the guarded." Dean stopped and looked up at Gemma before putting on a false smile. "Well…who knew an angel could be so depressing. I got to hand it to you Cass, you've really outdone yourself."
"This isn't funny Dean…this torturer freak is going to come after Emily and me!" Gemma said looking around.
"No, he's going to come after you. He doesn't want Emily he wants to kill you." Dean corrected her pulling out his phone. "After we're done with this job I'm taking you and Emily some place safe." He put his phone to his ear and quieted. "We need to do this now and get them to Bobby's. So pack it up and walk your ass over here." Dean hung up and kicked his bag in frustration. "Hotels from now on you're sleeping with me and Emily with Sam. One room two beds, it's safest if all four of us are together, car assignments…me and you in the Impala and Sam an Emily in the Mustang." He closed his eyes and the memories of hell came rushing back to him.
"Dean, you're sweating…what's going on?" Gemma asked standing up. Dean turned towards her and immediately calmed. His hands had been balled into fists and as an odd wave of relaxation swept over him they opened and he wiped his palms on his jeans. The look in her eyes revealed her feelings. He could know exactly what she was hiding under the fearless façade, just by looking in those emerald green eyes.
"He's not going to get you. I won't let him." He rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Who Dean…"
"Alastair." Sam voice was low as it entered the room from the doorway.
"Dude…you really have to figure out a way to not interrupt my wooing methods." Dean turned to Sam frustrated.
Gemma sighed. She couldn't understand why Dean was so against letting people see the emotional man beneath the hard, sexy exterior.
"Dude…I don't know what concerns me more…Alastair, you using the term wooing or the fact I just caught you in a Webster's Definition of 'Chick Flick Moment'." Sam said leaning against the door frame.
"Where's Emily?" Gemma asked.
"I'm in the kitchen!" Emily's voice could be heard.
"Don't look at the floor!" Gemma shouted.
"Why…is that blood? What the fuck, why is there blood on floor?" Emily's complaints brought smiles to the other three faces.
"Sam you have to read this…" Dean handed Castiel's message to his brother before heading to the stairs. Sam shrugged as his brother stalked off and then turned to Gemma to see she had a worried look on her face.
"Did you know that your brother isn't sure if what's in here is really a poltergeist?" She asked him softly.
"Not until we found out differently on the internet." Emily had pushed past Sam to give Gemma a hug.
"What? Why are you hugging me? It's something bad isn't it?" Gemma said pulling back from Emily.
"Goblins." Emily said softly.
"Goblins…you've got to be kidding me. Aren't goblins the little creatures that run around and steal your socks out of the dryer to piss you off?" Gemma asked.
"No these are bad goblins Gem." Emily told her.
"How bad?" Gemma winced.
"Steal your jewelry bad." Emily said scowling at Sam.
"So what's the big deal about people dying in here?" Gemma asked annoyed.
"There are no signs of anything homicidal living in here." Emily told her sitting down.
Gemma shook her head. "I felt something in here. Something not good…and you two couldn't find anything to back that feeling up?"
"No." Sam answered.
"Then how did you find out about the goblins?" Gemma asked with a hand on her hip.
"I saw one in the kitchen going through what I assumed to be the good silverware." Emily grinned.
"That doesn't explain the previous homeowners." Gemma said.
"It does if the house itself is cursed." Dean entered the room patting Sam on the back.
"How cursed are we talking, Amityville cursed or Rose Red cursed?" Gemma asked sarcastically.
"Somewhere in between." Dean shrugged.
"Dude that Nick guy from Rose Red was hot." Emily said absently.
"Last time we watched it you said he was ugly." Gemma shot at her.
"Yeah up close maybe…but put a bag over his head-"
"Can you believe those two? They're talking about hot actors when they could die." Dean said looking at Sam.
"You're the one that said we couldn't dump them off at a cheap motel." Sam countered.
"We can hear you." Emily and Gemma said in unison.
"Does anybody find it weird that we're standing around talking, when we should be getting the hell out of here before the house decides it wants to chew us up and spit us out onto the front lawn?" Dean asked running a hand through his hair.
"Are you sure the house itself is cursed Dean?" Sam asked.
"No…but it's the only other explanation." Emily answered for the older of the two men.
"I doubt it…there's something that isn't part of the house that killed those two people." Gemma said biting her nails.
"What is it?" Dean asked calmly.
"I don't know…but when we were in the kitchen I felt as if someone was watching us." She confessed examining her nails.
"We've got nothing to go on except a feeling-"
"You're telling me that you've never stayed when you thought the fight was over or gone someplace out of the way based only on what your instincts tell you?" Gemma stood up sharply and glared at Dean. "If you want to leave then leave…but this job hasn't even started."
"Just a while ago you were scared so bad you were shaking and now you're yelling at me because I think we should bail! What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean yelled at her.
A loud bang echoed throughout the house. Sam and Dean rushed for the front door but it was too late, the exits were sealed. The smell of sulfur was faint but still noticeable. Dean turned to Sam and ran his hands over his face.
"Great…now we know the son of a bitch is a demon." Dean kicked the front door in frustration as Sam went back to the living room to keep an eye on the girls.
He stepped into the room and stopped. "Dean! The girls are gone!" Dean rushed to the sound of his brother's call and cursed. All that was left of Emily and Gemma was Gemma's phone and a pool of blood.
Dean turned in a huge circle as Sam went to pick up Gemma's phone. The video camera had been activated and was waiting for the video that had been taken either to be saved or deleted. Sam saved it and then went to view the footage. The images that had been recorded resolved the problem of what was in the house but presented an entirely new one, how were he and Dean supposed to save the girls before it was too late?
UP NEXT ON FOR THE LOVE OF A HUNTER…
Kelsey Ramoni makes a brief appearance and Emily and Sam work their mojo to defeat the demon Namaiel! Tension brews between Emily and Dean as he realizes that the girls aren't safe with them. Will they make it to Bobby's before someone gets hurt or will someone take matters into their own hands? Tune in next time for CHAPTER TWELVE A GHOULISH SITUATION!