Alright guys here you go. I think you guys will like this chapter. There's allot of new stuff going on and the plot thickens. Yay my creative juices are really flowing so go ahead and read and enjoy!
CHAPTER 12
Missouri, Castiel, and Bobby all stood on the front steps of the beautiful catholic church. The blistering heat of the sun was beating down on them scorching their skin. They had been chasing after the spear of destiny for weeks now, and finally it was just feet away from their sweaty grasps. They had tracked it all the way to Egypt, and now they were ready to collect their prize.
It had not been an easy success. They had tortured and killed several demons to find it. As they eyed the cathedral suspiciously, rainbows of color shined down on them from the stained glass windows of the church. Most people sought refuge in a church or sanctuary. They however sought vengeance and justice. The key to killing the anti Christ was so close that they could feel it in their very souls.
Castiel stepped forward towards the doors then stopped. "I can not enter."
"Well why not," demanded Bobby. "Don't be getting cold feet now you idget!"
"My feet are not cold?"
"Would yuns stop already? I swear your worse than a child. Would you care to explain why you don't want to go in?" Asked Missouri. She was sweating from the heat and getting more and more irritated by the minute.
Castiel looked up at the giant cathedral and tilted his head to the side. The angels face was scrunched up and his dark black hair very messy.
"There are sigils all over the building that deny entry to an Angel. I must wait here. I fear great evil awaits you inside. You might not make it out of there alive.
"Well aren't you mister sunshine," said Missouri flipping her hair back to keep it out over her face. "You're an angel, you'd be wise to show more faith. If you can't come in with us, the least you could do is make yourself useful and pray."
"I am always praying, I am an Angel of the lord."
Missouri shook her finger at him as if he were a disobedient child. "Then you betta start acting like one ,we ain't got no time for nonsense."
Bobby lifted his hat off his head and scratched his rough beard. He was holding a sawed off shot gun in his hand full of rock salt ammo. He also had a glock tucked away into the back off his worn out blue jeans.
"Well we haven't got any time to screw around," he said looking over at Missouri. I doubt the people in this church know that they have the real spear of destiny so there's no need to alarm them. I'm going to sneak into the back and see if I can't find it filed away with the church's artifacts. You go through the front and talk to the priest, distract him while I grab the spear."
Missouri was smoothing out the wrinkles in her blouse while Bobby ranted. He gave her an agitated look.
"What, you can't expect me to be caught in a church of god not looking decent can you?"
"Ma'am" said Bobby trying to be as polite as possible. "I mean no disrespect, but don't you think you need a weapon, I've got an extra gun out in the truck."
Missouri fluffed up like a blow fish and glared at Bobby. "I've never used a gun in my life, and I don't plan to start today. I've got holly water and a rosary in my pocket. I may not be no spring chicken Bobby Singer, but unlike that angel," she was jabbing her finger at Castiel. I've got faith."
"I have copious amounts of faith," Said Castiel, peering at Missouri.
"If you're not going to be any help to us, you may as well go back up to heaven for awhile and see if you can't find any information up there that might be helpful."
Castiel stared at the women. He was an angel. was this women really ordering him around, and why did he feel compelled to obey?
Missouri began waving her arms at Castiel as if he were a stray dog invading her property. "Go on now, shoo!"
Castiel gave up, this women was relentless. He disappeared, exiting with a dramatic display of white light.
"The nerve of him!" huffed Missouri. Leaving like that in the middle of day light where anyone could see, and he didn't even say good bye."
Bobby rolled his eyes.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me boy!"
"I'm just as old as you!" exclaimed Bobby.
"That's besides the point, and don't you yell at me either. Don't it bother you that there's marks all over this church, stoppin an angel from entering of all things?"
Bobby shrugged his shoulders. "Demons probably put them up years ago to stop them from being able to grab the spear. They probably knew it could be used to kill the anti Christ later on down the road."
He started walking around the building to find a back door he could pick his way into. "be careful," he said over his shoulder.
"Don't you worry about me," she replied grabbing onto the handle of the front door. "I'll be just fine."
As Bobby picked his way into the back door, he couldn't help thinking how he wished he had brought Chuck with him instead of leaving him at the hotel. The guy was useless as garlic against a vampire with a gun, but something told him that he could really use the back up.
Chuck sat at the desk in the shabby hotel typing hurriedly away. He was working on the latest chapter of supernatural. This one was about the newest Winchester, Adam. His fingers hurt and his eyes stung from working so long without stopping, but he did not relent. Being a prophet of the Lord was kind of like being one of Beyonce Knowle's back up dancers, you did not get breaks. He took a drink from the bottle of whiskey beside him and looked up at his computer screen, reading the last few lines to make sure they sounded right.
He sat there with his eyes closed while Nick drifted off to sleep. He was happy. He didn't need to hold Nick close to him or wrap his arms around him. To be honest that probably would have freaked him out. He was perfectly fine with just laying there beside him. For the first time in his life he didn't feel alone. He no longer cared what his brothers might think about him being with Nick. He laughed to himself when that old phrase popped into his head. "If this is wrong, then I don't want to be right!" It was corny he knew, but nothing had ever felt so true.
"Hey," said a voice behind him. You stole that last line from my wincest fan fiction!"
Chuck was so startled that he fell back out of his chair and hit his head hard on the floor. He looked up and saw a women with long brown hair, a really intense smile, and needy eyes looking down at him. She was breathing heavily as always and clutching her heart, as if he had been the one who scared her. She eagerly helped him up. Why did his number one fan have to be such an extreme creeper.
"What are you doing here Becky?" he asked rubbing his head from the fall.
"Oh I thought I'd stop bye and say hi!" she was still breathing hard, but she was always doing that. He had started telling people that she had asthma whenever they asked what was wrong with her in public.
"But I'm in Egypt. How did you even find me?"
"I took the liberty of putting a tracking device in your phone, that way I can never loose you! Oh my god! She squeaked rushing over to the computer. "I can't believe I get to read the latest chapter of supernatural before anyone else!" Her breathing picked up even more and he was afraid she might hyperventilate."
"You always read my work before anyone else," said chuck tired.
"I know!" she squealed. "But this one has slash content." She was already scrolling down reading the story with the same eyes a cow would give to an oncoming train.
Chuck sat down on the bed and let her read, at this point it would be dangerous to try to stop her. Almost as dangerous as trying take food away from a lioness's cubs. He couldn't believe at one point he had actually dated this over zealous woman. She was now mouthing the words, emphasizing each syllable while running her hands down her body. He felt dirty and embarrassed just watching.
He sat up to go grab his whiskey when it hit him. It was one of his visions sent by god, and shit did they hurt. He layed down letting the throbbing pain in his skull consume him. He watched as a movie played out in his head, a very painful and vivid movie. Slowly the pain receded and he opened his eyes that had been winched shut. He looked up to see Becky only a few inches away from his face, staring avidly.
"Becky!" he said popping up. "What did I tell you about personal space."
"That if you can count the pores on my face then I'm way too close."
Chuck grabbed his whiskey and took a drink to ease the pain. "exactly, now remember that from now on."
"I remember everything you say. Now, tell me! tell me! tell me! tell me! What was vision was about? She was bouncing up and down on the bed on her knees.
"It was about the anti Christ, I think I may have a lead on how to find him."
"This is really important," she whispered clenching the sheets on the bed in her fists.
"Um, yeah." she never ceased to amaze him with how strange she was. He had an idea.
He gave Becky his most serious face and held her hands in his. "I have a mission for you Becky if you choose to accept."
She swallowed and nodded while giving him doe size eyes.
"You must deliver a message to Adam and the others, I would do it myself but I have to stay here and wait for Missouri and Bobby."
Actually he was scared to confront them after the last false vision he had given them. He also just really wanted to get rid of her before the others returned. Missouri was liable to kill her.
She looked at the screen on the lap top, and then back at chuck. Her eyes never getting any smaller. It was amazing they weren't watering.
"You mean?"
"yes" said Chuck using his most dramatic voice. "The same one from my book...The only Winchester you haven't met."
Chuck watched as her eyes got as big as a small frisbee. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist this bait. He had her like a fish on a hook.
Disturbingly large tears began to fall down her face. "But I don't want to leave you!" Her face seemed to cave in, and she gripped his hand so tight he was afraid of loosing blood circulation.
He flinched from her death tight grip. "I feel the same way," he lied. "But we all have to make sacrifices, are you willing to make a sacrifice Becky."
She nodded her head looking like an eccentric bobble head doll.
"I'm going to tell you the message. Can you memorize it? It's of dire importance."
"I'll carve it into my flesh if I have to!" The intensity of her voice was almost tangible.
Chuck was disturbed by her enthusiasm in that statement.
"That won't be necessary," he said regaining his composure. "I've got plenty of paper."
Missouri walked through the doors of the church and immediately all of her senses went off like a fire alarm. Everything in here told her to turn back, but Missouri was not easily intimidated.
The church was beautiful really, and eerily peaceful. The whole place was pristine, and the pews called wantonly to her to sit down. She enjoyed the old artwork on the wall, and the white candles that lit the room. The altar in the front was draped with a paper white sheet, and the podium seemed empty without a priest there talking to an entranced crowd.
She dipped her fingertips into the cool holly water and crossed herself.
She noticed it almost immediately and her feet carried her subconsciously over to it. It was locked inside of a glass case, displayed for everyone to see. It was set on red velvet and looked older than anything she had ever encountered. It looked almost like a knife really, no bigger than a foot. Instead of having a blade though, it arched off like an arrow head. It had an ancient language carved all over it and the patterns and designs were simply stunning. She stood there just admiring its workmanship.
"Enjoying an old relic?" asked a soft voice behind her.
She turned around to see the priest smiling at her. He was dressed in a black suit and his head was balding. He seemed like a kind understanding old man.
"Why yes" said Missouri returning the smile. "The spear of destiny, isn't it?"
"I see you know your history," He seemed mildly impressed. "The blade that killed Christ. It's mesmerizing in a sad sort of way."
She nodded agreeing with him completely. "Is it the original, it looks ancient."
"Sadly no, merely a really good replica."
"It's a shame," she said finally pulling herself away from it. "I was hoping it was."
The man nodded, placing his hands behind his back. "May I help you, do you seek confession?"
"Yes," She made her way over to the pews and sat down solemnly, placing her hands gracefully in her empty lap. "Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been...too long since my last confession."
He sat next to her, gazing at her serenely. "tell me child what is it you seek forgiveness for?"
Missouri sighed a long regretful sigh. "I've done some things I'm ashamed to admit, terrible terrible things father."
"Tell me what you've done child. We will pray together, we will cleanse you of your sins through the blood of our lord and savior Jesus Christ."
"Yes that would be lovely,...but there's only one problem," she said reaching into her pocket."
"And what is that child?" asked the priest
Missouri whipped her hand out of her pocket and slammed her glass container of Holly water against his face. The glass shattered in his eyes and steam rolled off as if she had doused him with hot acid.
"You're not a priest," she said watching as his eyes turned coal black.
"You bitch!" screamed the demon clawing at his sizzling face.
"Now, now, no need to get nasty." Missouri wrapped her rosary the demons throat tightly, watching as it cut deeply into his skin.
The demon tried to lunge forward to attack her, but she could see inside his head. She knew what his next move was and swiftly countered it. She used the demons own momentum to launch him across the room. The wall splintered as he crashed against it.
"I'm going to kill you, you fucking cunt!" He hissed
Missouri reached up and slapped him, her nails biting deeply into his cheek.
"I'm going to have to wash your mouth out to teach you some manners!"
She knotted her fingers around what little hair the man had left and dunked his head viciously into the fountain of holly water. The water began to bubble rapidly like a pot of boiling stew and steam began billowing up in thick sheets. She could hear the demons gurgling screams being drowned out by the steady flow of water pouring into his open mouth.
Finally when she was satisfied, she ripped his head out of the water and threw him onto the ground. He lay there, face red gasping like a fish out of water. She muted his cries of pain by firmly placing her foot on his throat.
Missouri glared down at the demon like he was a worthless piece of trash. She twisted her foot into its its neck and raised her hand above it.
"and now I will send you back to the infernal pits of damnation where you belong! And may the fires burn you ten times for lying!"
The demon flinched underneath her but was not able to speak.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."
She spoke the exorcism in Latin as if she had been speaking it her whole life. Every syllable rolling smoothly and expertly off her tongue.
The demon writhed underneath her, hissing and spitting like an animal. And then its mouth opened wide and a thick cloud of pitch black smoke shot out. It Swirled around like a thunder storm and blasted through the ceiling of the cathedral.
Missouri smashed open the glass case to the spear with a hymn book and reached in taking it gently in her hand. She held it purposefully at her side and strolled briskly out of the room. Never once looking back.
Well there yuns go. I couldn't leave Becky out for long, I just simply adore her. Well what do yuns think? lol leave me a review. As always you know that reviews are love!