When had things become so complicated that a simple little girl was so protected by the Demon Crowley, things had gotten far out of hand too fast. But as much confusion clouded the angels mind, his first and foremost concern was Dean, he had hoped Dean could have his 'Apple Pie Life' the one reason he had purposely stayed away from him, even when he had doubts about his very mission.
He was starting to understand how complexity of human existence, he didn't think he would ever understand it all, and had merely touched the tip of the iceberg.
He pondered on the events of the day, meeting with the prophet, only left him more perplexed, who was the Mary Summers, aside from Buffy Summer's and Dean Winchester's child. That was even more curious as to how he didn't know, she was their child, and who had shielded him from that knowledge. The prophet was aware, but that still left how and why others had not been aware of her existence? How did the Demon Crowley gain this information? He still had too many unanswered questions, and should he go to Dean with what meager answers he had collected. The answer was 'No' he would not bring Dean this paltry offering.
The individual soul was a power weapon, a special child as Mary seemed to be, was far more valuable. Of course one had to consider Dean was the righteous man deemed to help heaven and Buffy was the slayer, the chosen warrior of the people. Their union from the beginning was of a blessed nature, how could it not be? He wished he could go to his superiors to find the answers; however if Crowley was so protective of the child, how might the other angels feel and would this place Mary in more danger, he couldn't do that to Dean, even with more questions than answers, he would spare Dean any more pain then he had already bore witness. He would seek more for his charge.
He appeared in the opulent room, its lavish surroundings contrasting with the Angel that spoke; "I come seeking the Oracle…"
The man before him nodded in acknowledgement, "He has been expecting you, Castiel. You may enter." He ushered Castiel to the door, "Be of wise choice, my brother, the Oracle does not abide or suffer fools."
The door was suspended on five pillars made of shittim wood, angel figures engraved, or reflected, on its shining
surfaces. Castiel entered the doors that automatically opened, and a voice unlike any other bellowed to the Castiel, "Welcome Castiel, it has been many eons since you last sought my counsel."
The Oracle motioned for Castiel to sit, offering him the chair which sat before the great desk, once they were both seated, Castiel asked, "I have come because there is a child, one whose existence has escaped the notice of many. How is that to be possible? The prophet spoke briefly of her, but yet refused in depth questions stating that he was told by none other than the 'Powers that Be, the child was of great import and anonymity was of the greatest concern."
Castiel left the Oracle even more confused, the Oracle stating merely that were Cass to find the '12th Scroll of Alhazred' his journey would help him find the answers he sought. There were stories even now about the creature that wrote the Legendary, 'Necronomicon.' Most false of course, but the true stories were something of a different nature. He would start with the 'Dead Sea Scrolls' and work his way back from there.
He disappeared from the otherworld waiting room, as he begun his search for the fabled scroll.
Crowley sat in his lavish office, filling his sifter with the 60 year old Craig that graced his liquor cabinet; only the best for someone in his position. The players were all lining up nicely. He so loved torturing Dean Winchester; actually he loved torturing people in general. He wouldn't do that to his little darling of course, but she was far more valuable the man who fathered her. She was his shining star; he did have a soft spot for her and her family. Not that he would admit that to anyone, least of all Dean Bloody Winchester.
When he arrived, he had sent Mary to play with her siblings, no one the wiser to her little trip, he needed spin control. In case Little Mary or even Buffy somehow learned of this. He had shown Buffy that she could trust him, but something like this could not be in his favor. He propped his feet on his desk, admiring his new found powers that he had gained from his new position. Too bad Dean would never figure how he got out of the 'Devil's Trap' But then the Angel's golden boy was about to learn a very valuable lesson. Never underestimate Crowley.
Dean and Bobby were sitting amongst the mass of piled books on the table in Bobby's living room, they had been pouring over volume after volume of how a demon could get out of a devil's trap, unscathed. He bent over the book, his right hand reached for the bottle of beer, Bobby had set in front of him, awhile ago, he took a hard swig; He was frustrated as hell; and where the hell was Cass, been almost a full day without any word.
Castiel appeared out of thin air, "Finally." Dean slammed the book closed in front of him; "So what are dealing with here?"
The Angel's grim expression, gave them no comfort; "It is worse than I feared, it deals with prophesy… and a connection to the 'Necronomicon."
"The H.P. Lovecraft book?" Dean asked.
Bobby and Castiel both gave him a surprised look.
He answered, "Yeah it reads, so what about it?"
"There is such a book, Lovecraft did not write it, it was written by a man known as Alharazad, it was fabled, he had the gift of prophecy, but his gift was not adorned by God, his powers came from darkness."
"Still not getting it Cass?"
Castiel answered with calm, "It means Dean that we must find 'The 12th Scroll of Alharazad' to get the answers we seek, I have had counsel with one who knows such things and he told me the scroll will have what we need to prepare."
"Prepare for What?" Both Bobby and Dean asked in unison.
"The Children of Scion."
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