Despite the urgency of the scroll and what it meant, neither one of them were too eager to open it and see what their grandfather wanted. They went to a diner to catch a late dinner and didn't say anything, just staring at the scroll that laid almost innocently on the tabletop.

Both of them knew that there was nothing innocent about it. And the longer they put off opening it meant the longer that they didn't give an answer to whatever was written.

Azazel was a patient demon but when it came to his family, and more importantly his family answering him when needed, he wasn't exactly the most lenient.

Finally, breathing out deeply, Dean was the one that reached out and broke the seal and string, slowly uncoiling it and opening it, making a face.

"It's not parchment." Dean murmured and Sam made a similar face at that. Not parchment meant that it was human skin, properly thinned and cultivated to make it look like paper. Which also meant that it wasn't ink that was used to write the words out.

Dean slowly read it over, not saying anything, jaw moving from side to side. He rubbed his eyes when he was done and slid the scroll to Sam, burying his face in his hands.

Sam gingerly took it and read it, feeling his stomach dropping. While it was Azazel's seal and words, it wasn't just their grandfather summoning them but the other Princes as well.

And if there were demons that they feared that they couldn't overpower, it was the Princes.

"They want a meeting with us, right in the Pit of Hell." Sam read from the summoning. "Due to the time differences between the realms and us getting it, they want us down there," he glanced at his phone to see the time. "Tomorrow afternoon."

"With all the souls that we've collected thus far." Dean intoned, reading the rest of the summoning. He curled his hand around the knife he had been using to eat and dimly Sam could hear the metal bending. "Why the hell would they give a damn about us collecting souls?"

"Asmoedeus was looking at the humans on the rack and the newly turned demons." Sam reminded him of what Crowley had said. "So maybe it has something to do with that."

"We're not building an army." Dean said, a bit disgusted. "We don't even know what to do with an army of hellhounds let alone demons."

Sam shrugged. "I don't know Dean." he said simply. "That's the only thing I can think of. Not like there's any rules against this."

"If there is I'm sure we're immune to the rules." Dean muttered, picking apart his burger almost viciously. "Think grandfather is going to side with us?"

"Depending on why we're being summoned." Sam said, reaching for his pocket knife and sliding the blade out. He made a quick cut on his thumb and pressed it against the note, a rune appearing under the blood. He handed his knife to Dean, licking at the pad of his thumb to clean the blood off of it.

Dean quickly did the same, cutting his finger and pressing it right next to Sams bloodstain, a similar rune appearing before the scroll disappeared from their hands.

Received and answered, not like they had any other choice really. It was all a power play to show just how helpless they really were, giving them a shadow of a choice.

"Should we at least try to keep some of the souls hidden?" Sam asked, rubbing his fingers against each other and grabbing a napkin, dipping it into their water to clean off his hands.

"I don't think there's a point to that, they know about the souls so we might as well be clear and clean with them." Dean said, rubbing the side of his face and doing the same with a napkin and water. "I just don't like not knowing what the hell we're going into."

"Me too." Sam said softly, drying his hands on the side of his pants. He pushed his plate away, whatever appetite he had was now lost. "We don't even know how to prepare for it, what to bring."

"Not like we have a weapon that could actually do anything to a Prince." Dean said, running his fingers through his hair. "Only thing I can think of is Samuel Colt's gun but we have no idea where that is. And we don't have the time to try to find it."

Sam breathed out slowly, looking up at his brother and feeling a sharp bit of fear going through him. He reached out across the table for Dean's hand, taking it and holding onto it tightly.

He felt like he had years ago, back when they had come to earth for the first time. Scared out of his mind, terrified about what was to come, not knowing what was going to come next, and the simple paralyzing fear of the unknown.

So he gripped onto Deans hand tightly, just watching his brother who stared back at him, the same emotion clear on his face. Their hands were shaking slightly but both of them held onto one another.

"No matter what happens, we got each other, and no one, not even the Princes are going to get between us." Dean murmured, entwining their fingers together.

Sam nodded, tightening his grip. "I love you Dean." he said softly.

A corner of Deans lips curled upwards. "Love you too Sammy."

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