Sam yawns as he throws down his bag.
"So why are we here again?"
"Admit it Dean, you miss this." Saving people, hunting things, the family business. They were out of the life, lived normal lives, were married, but hunting was in their blood.
"Hey, if something's wrong, then you know we have to check things out." Dean refused to answer Sam's question. "So mystery death."
Dean was at work fixing the sink when the television came on.
"And in today's weird story. A man spontaneous combusts in a university café. Witnesses say he was laughing before he died." Dean usually had the TV on for background noise, but the story made Dean call Sam.
"Sam?"
"You watched it too?"
"The wives are going out of town, maybe this is our last shot before leaving the life." Jenna wasn't pregnant yet, she said she needed extra time. Dean understood, he wasn't ready yet either. Sam on the other hand, he and Piper were already looking at baby things.
Once they checked things with everyone, they took the Impala to Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania.
"Okay, we rest up for the night and hit the library tomorrow." Dean already had his fake badge ready.
The next day Sam was at the university library asking about Rabbi Bass' work.
"So you say you were working with the Rabbi?" The librarian asked.
"Yes sir, I was his research assistant." Sam lied.
"Let's see, ah!" He clicked on his computer. "He was working hard on our reference material. It's a long list, he was here everyday this week."
"Ah, just the last thing he was working on. You know, before he, um, set himself on fire."
The young man was sitting in the university quad just people watching. He had to know, who killed his grandpa.
Aaron Bass was at home just zoning out and watching television when he got the phone call. Isaac Bass was dead.
After the funeral, he went home and got a notice that he needed to be home to accept a delivery. Thinking it was part of his inheritance, Aaron was eagerly wondering what it was. He knew his grandpa had some stocks and bonds, he was already planning on how to spend it. What he got, he thought he was insane. No wonder his parents shielded him from his grandpa's crazy stories.
'Wha...what are you?" Aaron was backing away from the hulking man.
The golem glared at Aaron and let out a roar.
"You're no rabbi, the Judah Initiative would never let in a weakling like you!" He then proceeded to smash up his apartment. Aaron was too terrified to stop the large man, he was afraid of getting crushed with those large meaty hands. It was after he destroyed his water bed, when he demanded the golem to stop. When he did, Aaron was stunned.
"You listened?" Then remembering the stories growing up, he walked to the living room and opened the last letter his grandpa left him.
Aaron. If you are reading this, I am dead. The Thule, they don't want their secrets being spilled, so they will send someone to kill me. I want to tell you more, but I can't risk someone reading this. The only thing I can tell you is there is a secret weapon that can help you. Don't be intimidated by it, it will save your life when the Thule comes. Goodbye Aaron. Finish what I started. The Thule, they cannot win.
Grandpa
"Yifalchunbee! Yifalchunbee!" The golem yells.
"That's not how you pronounce it!" The golem's Hebrew sucked. Sure Aaron slacked off in Hebrew school, but he understood most phrases. "You sure you are pronouncing the right language?" The golem just glares at him.
"You eat the unclean food." He could smell the bacon from this morning.
"So? Bacon is awesome!" After that, Aaron traveled here to find the mystery.
He asked around, the cute girls there told him what happened that night, that he was talking to someone from the window. Laughing as he was burned. It was what he said that made Aaron think.
'Maybe Grandpa wasn't so crazy after all.'
The diaries he left behind, Aaron spent all week reading them. Why did his parents hide these from him. They were fascinating.
We arrived in Iceland today. Boy it is COLD! But if my father commanded it, then I will have no choice but to obey. Henry was the one that suggested that I keep a journal, he says as a member of the Judah Initiative, it would keep future generations from forgetting the evil history that happened here.
There was a picture. His grandfather, he looked like a young Aaron. He wasn't alone, he was with his family.
Aaron's heart broke. Ira lost his wife to the gas chambers. When the Nazis came, he was forced to make a hard decision. His wife or son. In the end, he and his wife agreed for him to take Aaron away, and Ira promised her he'll be back for her. Sadly she died before he can save her. So he joined the Initiative to help stop the Nazis.
He and his pet golem, god that sounded weird, he came to town to figure out what his grandfather was trying to tell him. To find something hidden. The code he left him, it made no sense.
He watched as a black Impala drove in. Two men got out, one was a tall man, and the other a slick good looking guy. Aaron wondered about them, they seemed too old to hang around college students. He kept an eye on them, just in case.
Dean was asking questions around campus, who the rabbi was, what he was doing for a living. He noticed a young man watching him, and when Dean looked up, he quickly looks away.
Sam was staring at disbelief at the book inside. A book about birds?
Aaron was at the college library trying to figure out new clues when he overheard someone asking about Ian Bass. He pretended to look for a book near the reference section to see what the tall man was looking for. When he saw the number on that box he was looking in, Aaron quickly goes outside. He then meets up with the golem and orders him to keep an eye on the guy. A guy of that size wasn't easy to hide, Aaron had to tell everyone he was a distant cousin from the old country. Remembering he wasn't alone, he quickly heads over the campus bar, he had to watch his partner.
Dean was asking questions about Ian Bass.
"So he was asking about Nazis?"
"Yea. He usually talked about anyone who was willing to listen. How he spent his whole life trying to get rid of the enemy. Old people, they lose their minds so quickly." Sandra tells the cute agent. Too bad he was married.
"And can you tell me about the night he died?" Dean was writing this down. Nazis, he hated those freaks.
"It was so weird. He was standing by the window over there talking to himself. He kept talking about raising the dead, like reanimation." Sandra's friend was still haunted about that night.
"Wait. He was talking about necromancy?" Dean was writing this down, he had to ask Sam about what kind of magic was getting used.
"Yeah. It was so strange. He kept checking over his shoulder, he kept mumbling about Nazi necromancers."
Aaron managed to make it on time before the cute guy left. He had an idea to make the guy open up. Ordering the girliest drink they served, he asks the guy to give him a pink umbrella. He then sits down to make his move. Good thing he acted in college.
While Dean was talking to the two college girls, Aaron makes a point to catch his eye. He then waves with a shy smile. When he gives him a weird look, Aaron takes a sip of his drink, making sure he kept an eye on him.
Dean was weirded out by the guy's stare. But he had to finish what he started.
"So the night he died, he was talking to himself by the window?" The college already cleaned up, but Dean could see faint scorch marks on the window.
Both girls shuddered.
"The night he died, he was looking out the window, yelling at nothing. He laughed when he caught fire, it was like he didn't care."
"He screamed, but it was more like he was screaming in triumph. I could still smell the flesh." Sandra swore to never eat pork again.
"It's so sad. He was a kook, but a nice kook."
Nazi necromancers? Spontaneous combination? He had to talk to Sam, but not before confronting the guy who kept staring at him.
"Excuse me." He walks up to Fruity. Dean had nothing against gay people, but the drink he was drinking. He takes out his fake badge. "Special Agent Bolan."
Aaron looked at the badge.
"Oh, thought you were a headhunter or something." Aaron was so nervous, he laughed. The guy was staring at him with suspicion.
"Why are you following me?" Dean sets his badge down to intimidate the guy.
Aaron lets out nervous laughter.
"Um. I thought we had a thing back there. Our eyes met, I figure I could come and say hi." He smiled nervously at Dean. "Perhaps I can buy you a drink?"
It took Dean a minute to process it.
"Ah. Ahem. This is a federal investigation. Besides, I have a wife." He grabs the badge with his left hand and puts it away.
"Oh. I thought you were here for a discreet thing."
"No, no. I'm very happily married. Um, thanks. You..you have a good day." He nervously bangs his butt against the table. "Excuse me."
Aaron smirks as the flustered guy rushes out. Works every time.
Phew. That was awkward. He got hit on by both sexes on occasion, but its been a long time since someone was that bold. His thoughts were interrupted by the phone.
Aaron finishes his drink. He had to get out of there and find his golem.
"So the rabbi was bird watching?"
"Yeah. It makes no sense. There's something going on around here." Dean told Sam about the details about Ian Bass' death. He left out the part about the guy, it wasn't relevant. Plus was very embarrassing. "It's definitely a case."
"Well, I have some stuff to do. But first get rid of the gum on my shoe."
"You're being followed?"
"Yep."
"Meet me at the parking lot after dark." It was almost sunset. "Actually, grab some dinner, I'm gonna make a call."
"Sounds good." Sam saw a campus coffee shop. He could rent a computer for awhile. See how Piper was doing in San Francisco. He knew Dean was calling Jenna, he wanted to make sure she wasn't in trouble.
A few hours later, Sam was walking to the Impala. He knew Dean was following the guy following Sam. Purposely dropping his keys, he waited for Dean to make his move. What he didn't expect was Dean yelling.
"Ahhhh!" He was trying to see who was tailing Sam. What he didn't expect was a behemoth of a man.
Dean's beloved Impala. Sam watched as a giant walking towards him. Opening the trunk, he grabs a weapon. When he stabbed the guy in the arm, he didn't expect him not to flinch. He was a witch, but he couldn't chant the spell to free himself from the guy's hand around his throat.
"Stop." Aaron commands. The golem lets Sam go. He saw 'Agent Bolem' writhing in pain on the ground.
"What the hell...Is that." Sam was tall, but this guy was a monster.
"A golem. My golem." Aaron knew his night was going to be long. He nods at Dean in a silent apology.
Dean was staring at the guy while moaning in pain.
"My spleen." He hoped the rest of him worked. He still wanted to have a family.
After driving back to Aaron's apartment, (the golem walked, he was too heavy) Aaron fills them in.
"So the thing in the bar..." Dean was sort of disappointed. He liked the attention, although he wasn't interested.
"Yeah, sorry. My grandpa's death. I came to town to figure it out. Then when you guys started asking questions, I followed you around.''
"You got me going there." Sam looked at Dean and raises his eyebrows. "Long story."
"So that thing, man, he's yours?" Sam was looking at the golem who glaring at Aaron.
"Don't give me that look." The golem just grunted. "Not my choice. It was willed to me by the Judah Initiative. Apparently I'm the last one." Aaron at first was flattered to be chosen to be a member of a secret society, but the reality was a pain. Especially when he had to waste his time watching a pain in the ass golem. "The golem only comes to life, created with feats of clay. Don't ask me how, it protects Jewish people during dark times." Aaron read the journals, the golem killed the enemies of the Initiative.
"Dark times huh? Get the nightmares yet Aaron?" Dean hated them, every night it got worse. He killed Sam, worse yet, he liked it.
''Why? Is there sometimes going on for us? Is it like the war in the forties?" The Holocaust, Aaron never forgot about it, his grandfather made sure of it.
"Worse." Dean was debating on telling him, but seeing Sam's face, he clamped his mouth shut. When the golem roared and broke a side table, Sam and Dean jumped.
"What secret are they hiding!"
"SHUSH! And no breaking furniture! We rent! Sheeh. Sorry about that."
Dean raised his eyebrows to Sam.
A man was watching the house from across the street. One of them has the ledger.
"The end of the world? Not again." WW2 was bad enough as it is. "My grandfather, he worked with the Allies."
"Men of Letters? Was there two men? Walter Winchester and Eliot Ness?" Sam asked. He was saddened to know that Eliot died young, he was a good person. Even legends aren't immune to the hunter's life.
"That was me, I mean our great-grandfather, Walter. His son, our grandfather were both Men of Letters." Dean was curious about Henry, he heard about him from Mary, he disappeared sometime in the fifties. John refused to talk about him, said he was a deadbeat that abandoned his family.
"We're legacies." Sam explained. He wondered about their paternal side himself. They knew about Mary's, but every little about John's.
"Yes, the rabbi's worked with the Men of Letters." The golem was ready to kill the two men on command. Aaron rolls his eyes.
"Ignore him. Beer?"
The man continues watching.
"So you are in this supernatural stuff?" Aaron couldn't believe it. That guy Sam was a witch, and was married to one. Plus Dean. He was reincarnated. Aaron wished he never opened that voicemail from Issac.
"We grew up in it." Dean takes a long sip. "If you meet someone, keep them out of the life." He hated having to worry about Jenna.
"Both our families were in it. Our kids, they'll most likely be in it too." Sam and Piper didn't want their kids in danger, but chances were they'll be taking over the reins someday.
"I'll take being a witch over a golem." He already scolded him for breaking another chair.
"So what can you tell us about the Initiative." Sam asked.
"My grandfather always told me stories. How I was going to carry the mantle someday. I thought it was make-believe, that his stories was his way of coping what he went through. At least that's what my parents said." His parents were most likely protecting Aaron. "Honestly, I rather have the truth." History was important to teach future generations, so things like that never happen again. "He always handed me a savings bond, wasn't much, but I kept every paper. It helped me pay for tuition." He stands up and picks up a leather bound book. "This was my grandfather's. He wrote about his adventures in here." He handed it to Sam. "It's written in Hebrew, your grandpa was mentioned in it."
Sam opened the book. He didn't read Hebrew, but he knew a spell to help him read it.
"There's more, but I'll let you read them after." Aaron puts downs his empty bottle.
"We must hurry! This Jewish boy, he should be out there doing his job! Not being a sloth! He ignores the mitzvahs, doesn't observe sabbath! Dines on swine!"
"Enough! We have guests!" Aaron never thought someone would be this annoying. .
"You are no rabbi. Yifalchunbee!"
"You are pronouncing it wrong! Forget it." It was a clay puppet. "Sorry." He says to his guests.
"Yifalchunbee!"
"Quiet!" If only the golem had a off button.
"What did he say?"
"Supposedly take charge. The thing is old, I swore it forgot how to speak the old language." Aaron didn't really pay attention to Hebrew School, he was too busy trying to be a normal teenager, but always knew how to speak the language. "Anyways, when my grandpa died, he left me that. Why, I don't know. But he did tell me about a evil secret society. Or tried to. My parents always shut him down."
"Do you know the name?"
"The Thule Society." Aaron read the diaries. What they did, it was horrifying.
"Nazis." Sam remembered reading about them in high school.
"Nazi necromancers." Dean added. Sure him and Sam came back from the dead a few times, but it was always the upper forces that brought them back. Same with their witchy friends. Weird. That just came to him. He saw Sam's eyebrows. "Must have been old memories." Walter must have fought them back then.
"Necro-what?"
"Dark sorcerers, witches, warlocks, dark magic." Sam explains. He knew blood magic, but was careful use it sparingly. He knew first hand how addicting magic can be. "They specialize in dead people." He saw Dean looking confused. Whatever Walter went through, the Thule must have done things to him.
"Ugh. Okay. Long story short, they are bad people. They wanted world domination. But that's not all. They were looking for a treasure. The Initiative, they formed the Initiative to stop them. Your grandpa, he was there with my grandfather."
"A treasure?" Dean wondered if it was one of the Lost Pieces. "Did they ever find it?"
''I don't know. The diaries never said what it was." Aaron was curious what it was. All three jumped when the golem roared.
"Find them! They murdered your grandfather! Track them down so I can continue my work!" He was about to smash another chair till Aaron yelled at him to put it down.
"Hey! I don't own that! Yeesh. But he's right. They killed my grandpa. They killed him for this." He hands Sam a note. "Tell me what that means, because I been racking my brains all day."
Q-L-6-7-3-W-3-8. Dean was scrunching his brains.
"Coordinates? Maybe a map? Or even a combination to somewhere."
"Actually it's a reference number. We have to get back to the university library." Good thing Sam attended college.
Aaron was watching as Dean broke in using a pick.
"I thought you two were witches. Couldn't you magically go inside?"
"He's the witch, and after what we went through a while back ago, can't let my skills get rusty." Dean still couldn't figure out why magic affected everything he knew. He was weak as well, he refused to believe it was God that was pulling the strings.
"Magic can attract the wrong people like blood to a shark. Besides, I can't risk exposure." Sam was careful, he heard about those missing witches. He just hoped his wife was okay.
"Let's go."
The guy waited till they drove away and silently followed them.
"Okay. I got the ledger." Sam walked down the stairs after a few minutes. Expecting trouble, he and Dean scoped out the place. The golem was with Aaron, he needed to stay close to him. "Lets get outta here."
"The hell?" Dean was staring at a car fire. "What the..."
"We have to go." Sam sensed something dark. "We'll risk getting caught by the law." All three drove away, leaving the golem to walk by himself.
The golem was about to walk away, till he saw a burning corpse in the car. He also saw someone watching. It was debating on killing the guy, but it knew it'll lose. It grunted and walked back to Aaron's rented apartment.
The assassin watches as the Winchesters drove away. He didn't care about Aaron or the golem, he just needed to make sure that they did their job. He already took care of the necromancer, he made sure to behead him before burning his corpse.
One down, four to go.
Aaron shuddered at the two men. Sam and Dean were casually talking about burning the rest of the Thule, they said as the undead, they will always keep coming back. Burning them was the only way they'll stay dead.
"Those guys are psychopaths." He wondered about the burning car, according to officials there were traces of a body, but no corpse. Whatever happens Aaron wanted nothing to do with it.
"The Thule, they were doing more than killing." Sam used his magic to read German. It was temporary, it wore off quickly.
"May 12 1944, The Commandant is pleased with today's results. The test subject begs to be released, but not now, we still have more tests." Sam was disgusted on what they did. The prisoners that weren't sent to the gas chambers, were taken here for experiments. Not just medical, but magical in nature.
"What is it Sammy?" Sam's face was full of disgust.
He hands it over to Aaron.
"This Ledger, it was believed to be lost over the years. My grandfather always believed it was found after the compound burned down." The Thule needed to keep their secrets and deliberately burned down the camp.
"What went on there, it was the stuff of nightmares." The golem remembered Ian Bass' words. "Your great-grandfather wants everyone to know what happened there."
Aaron stared at the book. He understood some German, he wanted to know about the history of his family's roots. Plus to get a extra credit in college. He understood some words, but he needed to study more.
"I was made to destroy them. I destroyed the walls and the men. The Commandant then burned the place down." He glared at Aaron. "Take charge!" He yelled in Hebrew.
"Finally!" He and the golem argued, with the golem telling Aaron to read the pages.
"What pages?" Sam asked.
Aaron turned pink.
"I was given a book when I was thirteen. Then when I hit high school, I sort of, um..." Aaron sheepishly admitted he used the fine paper to get high. He saw all three's faces. "C'mon! You were young once!"
The golem was not amused.
"It is not my job to guide the rabbi, to teach the teacher!" He swore at him in Yiddish.
"Who thought you how to swear?" Aaron watches as the golem stomped away.
"This book talks about bringing back the dead. They experimented on who they taught that was unworthy. Jews, gypsies, anyone. Even their own men." Sam took a deep breath. "But that's not all." What he read, Sam couldn't believe it. "They were searching for immortality."
"Evil nut job Nazis. Just what we need." Dean was getting a headache. "And?"
"It wasn't just immortality they were seeking. They were looking for something. Something Holy." The Thule, they needed to be immortal to find a map. Apparently, it was a clue to find the Ultimate Treasure. "These guys, they were looking for a map. A map for another map. Ready to hear this? The Akashic Records."
"You're kidding." Dean watched that episode. "That is nothing but a television show."
"Remember about God being the Writer? He could have used television to keep records. They been working in secret to find It. Aaron's grandfather, our grandfather, they worked together to keep the Nazis from finding It."
Aaron was looking back and forth.
"The hell are you talking about?"
"We'll explain later. Aaron. This Ledger tells the name of every member of the Thule there is. And how to kill them." He explained how many died and 'came back.' Not exactly zombies, but reincarnated humans. He pointed out how many died and woke up from the dead. If the body is not burned within twelve hours, it is reanimated.
"My grandfather wasn't just killed for this book, wasn't it."
"There is a small footnote. The location of the possible map. Or in this case, the name of the person who knows it."
Aaron didn't know what to think.
"It's getting late. We should get some sleep. Hey golem! Watch over us!" He ordered. Dean was already asleep, Sam was reading the ledger. The golem just grunts. Aaron knew what he needed to do.
A black car arrives with a sharply dressed man wearing a Thule symbol on his ring pulls up. He nodded at the man that came to greet him by opening the door.
"Tovald is dead." The man tells The Commandant.
"Then we must hurry." The Initiative isn't the only people looking for the Ledger. The location of the Lost Map was inside.
"Okay, thanks Garth." Sam sighs and rubs his hands over his hair. He called almost every contact he knew, Bobby, Garth, Kira, his wife, and Rowena. All said they never heard of The Thule, other than what was written in the history books.
"Well, if you find out anything, let me know." Dean hangs up the phone. "No luck at your end either?" He called some obscure contacts, Frank said he hadn't heard anything, Ketch said the MoL worked with the Judah Initiative back in the forties, but only the most highest ranking officials knows exactly what went on back then. The Thule was never taught at Kendricks. When Sam shook his head, Dean takes a sip of his coffee. "These guys, they really flew under the radar."
"Immortality isn't hard to achieve, if you try hard enough. But what they were looking for, that is something that they would kill for." Sam wondered what that secret was. He watched that television show, that Castiel lookalike said the Records contained every event throughout history. He asked Phoebe to email him that episode, he looked closely at the Tablet, it was just pure nonsense. The closest translation was, 'Property of Warner Studios.'
"Hmm." Dean was looking at a news article.
"What is it?"
"Remember that burning car? It was considered a faulty gas line." The fire inspector wrote that on his report. Sam was nice enough to hack in the City's records, he was curious about that car. It wasn't there when they drove in. "It believes it was a mannequin inside the car." He and Sam knew it was bull. They were being followed.
"So get this." Sam was looking at some old school lore. "There are legends about creating a servant."
"The Golem?"
"Mm hmm. Lore is scattered at best, but from what I can piece together, the 'servant" needs a scoll to control it. Once the teacher takes command, it does what the person tells it to do."
"Like take out evil Nazis."
"What? My golem?" Aaron's hair was wet from his shower as he walked in the room. Once Sam tells him how unique his golem was, Aaron wasn't sure if he was fascinated or annoyed. It was kinda cool to have such a powerful creature at his command, but it was a pain to talk to. Usually golems don't talk.
"That can be useful when the War starts." Dean barely slept last night, he was too restless. He felt like he was being followed. He slept on and off just in case.
"You mentioned a war. The hell are you talking about?" Before anyone could answer, the door breaks down. A sharply dressed man walks in with two others. Dean immediately throws Aaron behind him, while Sam hides the Book underneath a book bag. A fight ensues, with Dean and Sam trying to protect themselves and Aaron. The fight ended when Sam was staring at a gun from the Thule.
"Halt!" Eckhart walks in. Just then the golem storms in.
"Eckhart!" Its mission, it can finally complete it.
"Lutum Adam, mihi vinculum tuum tradite!" (Clay of Adam, surrender your bond unto me!) The golem stops in Its tracks. Eckhart pats the golem on its arm. The golem is completely shut down. "Praecipio tibi per foedus fabrorum tuorum — Lutum Adami, trade in me vinculum tuum." (I command you by the covenant of your makers – Clay of Adam, surrender your bond onto me.) A small scrolls falls out of the golem's mouth and lands in Eckhart's hand. "You are the golem's rabbi?" This kid was so scrawny. Then again, the weak ones always were. But he knew not to judge by appearances. 1944 a good example of one. The Initiative's allies, they were just teenagers, but more clever than they looked. "You were supposed to take possession of him when you woke him. You write your name into the scroll, that's how you become the teacher."
"I...didn't know." Aaron felt like a fool. All the things his grandpa said, he should have listened.
"So you are some kind of necromancer?" Sam would have cast a spell, but not with a machine gun pointed at him.
"Sorcerer." His grandfather was a alchemist. He taught Eckhart everything he knew. He claimed he used to work for a powerful demon. "Before you ask, yes I did invent the spell of immortality, thanks to those volunteers." He smirked at Aaron. "Your great-grandmother screamed every time she woke up."
"You bastard." Issac Bass rarely talked about his past, but when his mother's name was mentioned, Issac teared up and immediately changed the subject. Hearing Eckhart talking about his family so casually made Aaron hot with anger. But before anyone could say anything, the room filled immediately with bright light.
The assassin strolls in once the light was gone, the ashes of the Thule now dust on the floor. He walks over to the Ledger and picks it up. Tearing out the last page, he quickly puts it back before the Winchesters woke up. He didn't care about the Thule, that wasn't his job. Making sure the location where the map was kept hidden was. He walks out, leaving the book exactly where he left it.
Dean woke up with a huge headache. Where was he? When his vision cleared, he saw Sam and Aaron waking up. Seeing the ashes on the floor he blinked.
"Sam?" Sam stared at the floor. He knew about magical attacks, he knew the Thule were dead. Oh oh. He hurries over where the Ledger was.
"Someone was here." He flips over the pages. Seeing the last page missing, his heart sank. "Damn." The location of the Map was gone.
Aaron saw the scroll laying beside the ashes of Eckhart. He goes and writes his name on the scroll and puts it inside the golem's mouth. The golem looks at Aaron with a new respect.
"You think you can handle the responsibility Aaron?" Sam asked.
"I have to. The Thule isn't the only threat out there." Someone stronger than the Thule was here. That white light, it incinerated the Thule. "This is only the beginning; isn't it." He had a nightmare during his slumber. His dead relatives were alive, walking around in rotting bodies. That wasn't what scared him, it was the demons inside, they were following orders. Orders from The One called The Beast. "I'm going to pick up where my grandfather left off. There is others. Plus, I may have to train the newest generation." Aaron knew that Revelations was coming. He needed to prepare. "My grandfather's journals. Take them. Your grandfather was mentioned in them."
"So what now?" Sam was holding on to a leather book. He didn't read the language, using magic gave him a huge headache. Luckily he knew where to get a language scanner. He did recognize one name, Henry Winchester.
"I don't know about you, but I need to hit the hay. We have a long drive tomorrow." Dean needed to see his wife, maybe putting family on the back burner for a few more years. "Want to order some grease?"
"Sure Dean." Sam said absently. He didn't read Hebrew, but there was a few sentences written in Latin.
Bestia dormiens contineri non potest. Tres soli triumphabunt. (The Sleeping Beast cannot be contained. The Three, only One shall be triumphant.)
Jenna was looking at the stick.
"Oh god." There was a blue plus sign.
Columbus, Ohio
"What is it brother?" It was a small box. Benny hadn't has any issue taking the box from the truck, he used to be a master thief, before that a pirate.
"Wasn't what I expected." This Athame, it was exclusively used by demons. "This can prove useful." It wasn't powerful enough to kill God, but if Glynnis can melt down the metal, they can use it to fashion powerful magical weapons. "Okay. Let's go back. The Thule, we have to get that weapon back." The Map wasn't important, he knew who had It. It was in safe hands. The Weapon on the other hand. "I promise you Benny. You will be human." He knew a cure. Even if a monster drank human blood, they can still be purified. Too bad there was only one dose. "You will be a man again." He smiled seeing Benny's tears.
"Thank you brother."
Jophiel hugs Emmeline. She was now a elderly woman, but Jophiel never stopped loving her. Angels were eternal, she can see Emmeline whenever she liked in Heaven when her life ends. She suffered a stroke last year, her mind wasn't the same as it used to be. But her heart never changed.
"I love you so much." She saw Emmeline's tears. "I promise to come back." She had to see Zadkiel. She was tempted to fly, but it was way too easy for Michael to track her down. She already had her tattoo, it was created with a special ink that her grace couldn't destroy. It was the only way to hide from Heaven. She had a flight to catch.
"Carly? Your shift is over. Go home!" Brenda was smiling at her best friend.
"I know." She walks over to her and hugs her. She felt her vessel's love at Brenda. "You take care." She swore to give back Carly's body once her mission is over, plus to be the one that takes Emmeline to Heaven. Her brother was already at the airport. Their flight was leaving in an hour. "See ya!"
The assassin thanks the crew member. He saw the angel, he was waiting for his sister. He wasn't interested on killing him, he had his orders. But he did kill the demon sent to spy. Zankou will never win.
"Enjoy your flight."
"Thank you." He takes his ticket and sits down in the hotel bar. He was glad to sit in First Class, he was sick of cheap motels and cramped cars. He goes to the bar and orders the finest scotch.