Thank you. That will do." Ketch smiled.
The waiter nods and looks at the brothers.
"Anything for you..."
"We're good." Sam nodded.
The waiter goes off to serve another customer.
Ketch sips his tea and clears his throat.
"This the second time I came here today. It's not bad but it does need improvement. It's probably me I have a different taste."
"What you doing here Ketch?" Dean asks.
"Not even a how are you." Ketch rolls his eyes. "I was going to ask how you are feeling Dean now Michael is gone?"
"I'm fine."
"Why did he leave? You are his true vessel?"
"That doesn't matter right now? Now answer the question."
Ketch sighs and straightens his tie.
"I'm doing a job. A valuable weapon got stolen from the storage unit back in London. I'm here to retrieve it."
"What is it you are looking for?" Sam asks.
"A sword. It's not just any sword. It's a sword that was held by the greatest witch hunter of all time."
"Witch hunter?" Dean
"Felicity." Sam says.
"Yes. Witch hunter got her. She's not dead." Ketch says.
"Come again?" Dean frowned.
"Do you know the story of Eric Aungier. The witch hunter." The brothers looked blank. "The Golden Sword?" Neither brother showed any recognition. Ketch sighs. "You call yourself hunters." He shakes his head. "I guess this conversation is going to turn into a history lesson."
The Englishman took another sip of his tea and puts it down.
"Long ago back in the Middle Ages. The population of witches were rising in England. People started dying in mysterious ways. It was witchcraft related. Witches burned alive. It was the perfect punishment for them. One day, the witches got tired of hiding and they decided enough was enough. They were going to fight back. Witches teared through villages killing every person including children. King Frederick feared the witches will over throw him and become the new rulers of the Kingdom. The King summoned a demon.
King Frederick looks at the spell book from a deceased witch. He flips through the pages and pauses at the section regarding demon deals. He reads and his interests got sparked. Although witch craft was forbidden the King was starting to become desperate. They were losing. He did not want lose his Kingdom to witches.
Demons are different to witches. What he was doing wasn't fully forbidden.
"Frederick."
Queen Meredith walked in looking concerned. She frowns at the bags under her husband's eyes. He hardly slept since this war started.
"I have a solution dear wife." The King answers. He shows the page. "A demon."
"A demon! Frederick. Demons are followers of Lucifer."
"They can help us."
"It's against God. Do you want to burn in Hell."
The King smiled.
"I will not. I am the King this demon will bow down to me. He will do what I say."
"Dear husband this is not wise."
"We have no choice. I have the ingredients. We will do the ritual tonight."
"But what about our son?"
"He will not know."
"How can we keep such a dark secret from him."
The King glares at his wife. A look to say be quiet and no more questions. Queen stops. Fear remained on her face.
As the sun went down and the moon shines bright in the sky, the King and Queen went down into the deepest part of the castle.
The dungeons.
The King laid out the ingredients and followed the instructions carefully. The Queen stood behind him. She is terrified.
The King stands up and opes the spell book. He chants and the room starts shaking violently.
The Queen squeals and runs to the door. The door slams shut. The Queen tries to force it open but it wouldn't budge.
"FREDERICK. STOP!"
The King continued.
Then the shaking stopped. The King looks up from the book and sees a brunette, hazel eyed woman looking back at him. She was beautiful. A woman the King would happily marry and have as his Queen. He would divorce Meredith for this beauty.
The woman's eyes turn ruby-red. A smirk forms across her lips. The horror snaps the King out of his trance while the Queen cried. She wanted to get out of here.
"King Frederick." The demon spoke. "This is a surprise."
"You a demon?"
"The eyes must give a hint." The demon smirked.
"You are a demon."
"Why did you summon me?"
"You make deals?"
"That's right your majesty. I do. Its my job."
"I will like to make a deal with you."
The demon's eyes widen with delight.
"King Frederick of England wants to make a deal with a demon. What will your followers say?"
"They will not know. No one knows about this."
"What happens in this dungeon stays in this dungeon. Okay fine by me. I just hope your wife can keep her lips sealed."
"She will." The King looks at his scared wife. "She would not betray her husband the King. She knows the consequences if she does."
"Yes. She will lose her head over it."
The demon chuckled darkly. It sent shivers down the Queen's spine.
Make this stop. The Queen thought.
"What is it your heart desires?" The demon purred.
"The witches. I want them all dead. Every last one."
"I can't do that."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Kill all the witches. That's a big request. I can't do that."
"You must. You are my last hope. I must win this war."
"I myself can't kill every witch in the world but I can provide a resource that will help you fight the witches."
"What is that?"
"I can create a weapon that can trap the souls of witches."
"Trap them? Why not just kill them."
"Kill them, they will just come back. At least trapping them they cannot come back and they suffer. Live in a never ending nightmare."
"What is this weapon you can make?"
"A sword. It will be more than just a sword. All it takes is one stab and the soul will be trapped just like that." The King grins at the idea."It would be a work of art. If you don't want your people to suspect you made a deal I can disguise the sword make it heavenly looking that way they would not suspect a thing."
"I like it. I will have this miracle weapon now if you please."
"I did my end of my bargain. Now its your turn. Ten years."
"Ten years?"
"Ten years of a sweet long life."
"Then what happens?"
"You die and your soul goes to Hell."
"Forget it Frederick. This is madness." The Queen says.
"It's not." The demon says "Ten years that is a great offer your majesty. Most people only get one or two you got a long life. I'm being generous."
"Can't someone else take my place." The King asks.
"No. Your soul for the sword that's the deal. No one else is involved."
"I am the King. I order you to make this sword and I will not go to the pit."
"I have my own ruler. I don't obey you. You are nothing but a human to me with a crown on his head. I could kill you if I wanted to."
The King raises his sword.
"Try." He growls.
The demon flicks her wrist. The sword flies out of the King's hand and hits the wall.
Queen covers her mouth in shock. The demon smiles at the stunned King.
"You can't defeat me. No matter how many guards and horses you have. You really want to make another war for yourself your majesty."
The King sighs. He really needed that sword. He couldn't lose his throne. Ten years is a long time. His son would be ready to become the next King. If going to Hell meant his people could be saved so be it.
"Fine. It's a deal. My soul for the sword."
"FREDERICK."
"Meredith. You can't talk me out of it. This is the only way."
"Kiss me and the deal will be sealed." The demon says. She giggles. "I'm about to kiss the King."
The King ignores the giggling and leans in. He presses his lips against hers and they kissed.
The deal was sealed.
The next day. The King walked to his Chambers. On the bed is a box and inside is a golden sword with a diamond on the top. The King gasped. It was just like how the demon described it.
Next to it was a note. The King picks it up and reads.
Only the worthy one can hold this sword. The one who you are confident will defeat the witches in this battle.
Once that one makes contact with the sword, the connection will form and the sword will be theirs. No one else can touch it.
The choice is yours.
Choose wisely.
The King had a lot of men who he fought alongside with through the years. He has seen how they fight and protect their Kingdom. Only one has stood out to the King who he believed was the most worthy out of them all.
His son.
The King's son had his arrow aimed at the target. He takes slow breaths and counts himself in. He shoots. The arrow hits the middle.
"Perfect shot your majesty." People praised.
The Prince smiled and picked up another arrow.
"Eric" His father yells.
Prince Eric turns.
"Father." He frowns at the box his father was carrying "What is that father?"
The King stops and smiles.
"A present for you my boy."
"For me. What have I done to receive this father?"
"You grown into a man. A warrior. I feel its time you come out into the battlefield and use your skills."
"Really? You want me to join your army."
"I believe you are ready."
He hands the box to his son. The Prince opens. His face lights up.
"Oh father. I can't take this."
"You can. Its yours my dear boy. I got this specially for you. Take it out. I want to see you holding it like a true warrior."
The Prince carefully wraps his hand around the sword and takes it out the box. A spark zaps through the young man like a spark of energy. His hand trembled as the grand power from the sword formed its bond with their swordsman.
King Frederick saw a flash of purple go through his son's eyes. He gulped but hid his fear.
"Son."
Prince Eric admires the Golden Sword. His eyes full of fascination. The King hesitated but puts his hand on his son's shoulder.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
His son smiled at him.
"I feel good father." The Prince starts swinging his sword and showing off his tricks. "I feel so alive father."
"Very good son."
The Prince grinned.
"Lets go and fight."
"Uh uh son. These things require patience. Planning."
His son frowned at him then quickly turned it into a smile.
"Of course father. You are the wise one father." He nods "Thank you father."
The King nods and smiles.
The next few days Prince Eric trained. He sent every guard down to the floor. He grinned at his victory. The guards are baffled. How could such a young man have so much strength.
It was the day the King's men are going off to war. His son insisted he knew where the Coven was and the King believed him. The Golden Sword must be doing its job.
Queen Meredith frowned when she saw her son on the front line. Horror appears on her face as her eyes went on the sword he was holding.
"Is that..."
"Yes." The King nodded.
"You gave it to our son!"
"He deserves it. He is worthy."
"That was created by a demon. Who knows what effects it could have on him."
"I know my son. He is strong. The sword is perfect for him. He will save us all."
"I have to..."
The King grabs his wife's wrist.
"You will not." He warns. "If you do I'll sentence you for treason."
The Queen pulls away and glares at him.
"Maybe you do deserve to go to Hell."
She walks away.
The King hears his wife's sobs as she went away.
"The sword did its job. Eric took down the witches." Ketch says. "The witches that got away he went after them. The witches hid but he found them. Their souls went into the sword and got trapped into the diamond. Its believed they go through their own personal Hell."
"Eric won the battle." Sam says.
"Yes. The witches stepped down. He scared them. They were weakened in his presence they struggled to fight back. Eric Aungier became the most feared person in the witch community. As you know great power comes with a great price. You should know that Dean."
Dean frowns. The Mark of Cain was powerful. It defeated Abaddon but it slowly started turning Dean into cold bloodied killer. All he wanted to do was kill. The Mark over powered him making him less human by the day. He even became a demon.
Michael. Dean said yes so he would have the power to fight Lucifer and save Sam and Jack. Look where that got him. Michael took control and rode in his body for three weeks building a monster army.
Dean shivered the memories of drowning resurfacing. He pushes it away and gestures to the Englishman.
"Go on."
"The power got to Eric's head. All he wanted to do was hunt witches. He became obsessed."
Prince Eric burst into his father's room.
"Father. We must move to America. I can feel them the witches. We must trap them all."
The servants huddle together scared of the Prince.
Prince Eric has changed. His hair was slowly turning white, his eyes have gone from blue to dark purple, his face was drawn due to not eating as much food as he used to.
King Frederick couldn't see the sweet blonde haired boy in his son anymore. Queen Meredith couldn't look at her son. It reminded her of the night her husband made the deal.
"That's a good thing." The King nodded.
"No it's not father. They are still out there. They are all over the world."
"Son." The King rises from his throne and walks down the steps. He stops and smiles. "Your fight is over. We won. The witches are gone."
"No they are not."
"From here they are."
Prince Eric shakes his head.
"No father. They all deserve to suffer. None of them should be on Earth."
The King looks and sees the Golden Sword trembling in his son's hand.
"Why don't we put that away." The King says.
The King reaches for the weapon. Prince Eric backs away and grips the sword tight.
"Its mine." He growled.
"I know its yours." The King chuckled softly. "You don't need to carry it with you all the time."
He tries again. Prince Eric kicks his father in the chest. The King flies across the room and hits the wall.
Everyone gasped. Two of the guards help their King stand up. The other guards aim their swords at the Prince.
"No!" The Queen yells.
"We cannot hold back any longer your majesty. This is not your son. It's a monster." The guard says .
"What did you just call me?" Prince Eric growled.
"Stop it Eric." His mother yelled. Tears fill up in her eyes. "This is not you."
The Prince looks at the mirror. His reflection horrified him. His mother was right this is not him. It was like a stranger was looking back at him. He looks at his father who was in shock.
"Father I'm so sorry."
"Go." His father says.
"Father I..."
"I SAID GO!"
Prince Eric runs out of the room.
The King sits back down on his throne with his head in his hands.
This is all my fault. I should have never made that deal.
He sits up.
I will end this deal.
At night the King went down to the dungeon. He used the same ingredients and repeated the process he did the first time. He frowned when the room didn't shake. Did he do something wrong?
"The shaking was an effect."
The King turns and faces the same demon he met last time.
"I wanted to make it dramatic." The demon chuckled.
"End this deal."
"No can do."
"I want to make another one. Take what you did to my son away."
"What I did. Umm I don't remember giving the weapon to your son. You did."
"You did not say this would happen."
"What do you expect. It was made from Hell."
"Take it away."
"Can't. You already made a deal you can't make another one."
"How about my wife or my son. Can't they make a deal and stop this?"
"No. A deal is a deal. It can't be broken no matter what you do." The King grits his teeth in frustration. The demon smiles. "You can't get your way this time."
"I need my son cured. He is the future King. When my time...comes he will take my place."
"Oh well seems that is not going to happen. Your son is past saving."
"There must be a way."
"See you in ten years your majesty."
"No. No wait."
The demon vanishes leaving the King alone in the dungeon.
The King drops to his knees. He lets out a scream and starts ripping the pages out of the spell book. He throws the book and hits the ground with his fists.
He was stuck. He made one deal and now he has lost the one person that meant so much to him.
"Frederick!"
Queen Meredith ran in.
"He's gone!"
"Who's gone." The King says not sounding interested.
"Eric. He ran away."
Now the King was up.
"Gone." He says.
"He left a letter." She gives it to him. "Read it."
The King narrows his eyes and reads the letter.
To my dear father and mother.
I am sorry for the pain I have caused. Something is going on with me and I can't stop it. I fear I will hurt you or worse kill you. I decided to leave the Kingdom and go on a new battle. Keep the world safe from the witches. Its my job. Its my destiny I was born for this. Do not look for me. I do not want to be found
I love you both very much.
From Eric.
The Queen cries as her husband read out the letter. She suddenly slaps her husband.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT."
The King didn't react. He lowers the letter. His face is blank showing no emotion.
"We got to find him." The Queen says.
The King shakes his head.
"He said he did not want to be found."
"I know what he said but Frederick, he is our son."
"We respect his wishes."
"Respect his...are you really going to let him go."
"He is pass saving."
The Queen looks at the ritual.
"You spoke to them again."
"I can't break the deal." The King wipes the tear forming "I can't save our son. They refused to help me."
"You lost everything. Your life, your son and now you are going to lose your wife."
"What?"
"I want a divorce Frederick."
"No."
"Yes or kill me. I can't live like this. Not with you. Every time I look at you I see him. I don't want to be here when your time comes to an end. Please Frederick let me go."
The King runs his hands down his wife's face. He sighs and nods.
"Okay."
"King Frederick and Queen Meredith divorced the next day. Meredith left and later remarried. She died of natural causes later in life. Frederick, after ten years his time came to an end and you know what happens."
"I don't understand." Sam says. "I researched Frederick and nothing came up."
"They do not exist." Ketch says. "Due to their supernatural past, they had to be erased from History. Historians do not know everything about British Kings and Queens. People who know what goes bump in the night they learn about this story. That's why I'm surprised you never heard of it."
"What happened to Eric?" Dean asks.
"He wasn't a Prince anymore. He lived on for centuries. The Sword made him immortal. He traveled around the world taking every witch he can find. The 17th Century, the witches finally decided to fight back. The natural-born witches got together and came up with a spell that would get rid of Eric for good. One of the witches involved was Rowena Macloud."
Eric walked through the woods with his sword in his hand. He felt their power. There was a witch here. More than one witch. Eric grinned. He couldn't wait to hear their screams and put them in a place where they will suffer forever."
Suddenly his feet become stuck to the ground.
What the?
Eric pulls and tugs but his feet wouldn't budge. He goes down and wraps his hands around his leg. He pulls but nothing happens.
A group of women appear. They stood in a circle surrounding the witch hunter. Their eyes glowed purple.
Eric stands up. He looks round and chuckles.
"You think you can stop me."
"Aye." A Scottish woman said.
Eric looks and sees his beloved sword in the witch's hand.
"How?"
"You were too busy focusing on getting yourself out of the little sticky situation we made for you." The same witch smirked.
Rage appears on Eric's face as he watched the witch laughed her red curls bouncing up and down on her shoulders.
"You will regret challenging me." Eric growled.
"You put our sisters through pain. Now its your turn!" The witch yelled.
"Shall we Rowena." Another witch says.
"Aye." Rowena answers.
The witches raise their hands and begin to chant.
Eric starts choking. He drops to the ground. His eyes widen as his fingers turned into dust. Every part of him started turning into dust.
"I WILL BE BACK!" Eric screamed. "YOU WILL ALL SUFFER."
The witch hunter now nothing but dust rises from the ground and goes into the diamond. Rowena takes the diamond off the sword.
"Without the diamond the sword is nothing." Rowena says. "He will now suffer in his own personal Hell."
"We are finally free." Another witch smiled.
Rowena nods.
"Yes we are."
"The witches hid the sword and the diamond in two different parts of the world. The organization I work for found the sword. They did not find the diamond. Someone must have found that. Put the two together."
"Do you know who?" Dean asks.
"No. Couldn't catch it on camera. All CCTV cameras went off when the incident happened. The people guarding the storage unit didn't survive. They were found with their eyes burnt out."
"Eyes burnt out."
Flashbacks of Michael smiting humans and monsters flash across Dean's eyes. The hunter clenched his fists at the memory.
"Dean. Dean you okay?" Sam asks.
"Y...Yeah."
"You don't look fine to me." Ketch says.
Another flashback of Michael wearing Dean's face admiring a diamond causes Dean to stand up nearly knocking the table over.
Sam stands up.
"Dean!"
Customers look round with curiosity. Ketch waves at them.
"Nothing to see here." He says.
"Dean. What..."
"Its Michael." Dean cuts his brother off. "He did this."
"What?"
Dean rubs his head and looks at Sam.
"Michael is the one who released Eric."