WINCHESTER AND YOUNG – CHAPTER 10 – WEAVERS IN TRAINING
FEATURING SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER AND TRISTAN WEAVER
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE SAILWEAVER AND SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS. DON'T SUE ME PLEASE.
Tristan was on his way to the Winchester's berths. He'd sensed them using magic when they'd arrived, and they also knew Latin, a death sentence since only Weavers could have that knowledge. Already having made arrangements with General Muher, he was going to let them know they were being transferred to the Guild for formal training. Arriving outside of their berths, which were next to Jade's, he heard sounds coming from Dean's room. Knocking on the door, he heard Dean ask, "Who is it?"
"Alden sent me," Tristan said, not wanting to reveal his actual identity yet. He wanted it to be a surprise, since surprise was an effective tool.
"Come in." The door opened, revealing Sam. Dean was at the desk in the berth, files on the table.
"Thank you. Working on the current case?" Tristan asked, as he entered the room.
"Yeah," Dean said, getting up. "I'm sorry, you are?"
"Tristan Weaver, I'm Master Weaver of the Weaver's Guild," he said, sitting down in an available chair. "I will get straight to the point; I am here to keep you both from getting executed.
"The Latin?" Sam asked.
"The Latin, and a few other things. I have sensed you both using magic since you arrived, not on a large scale, but detectable by someone like myself. This entitles you to Weaver training, which you cannot refuse."
"What do you mean we can't refuse it?" Dean asked, glaring at Tristan. He never liked being told he couldn't do something.
"The first thing that Jade told you when you arrived, you do remember it, don't you Dean?" Tristan asked calmly. The look he gave Dean, however, was enough to make him shut up.
"Only Weavers can legally know Latin, anyone else is put to death," Sam said.
"She wasn't kidding about that either. To put it bluntly, if you don't take the offer that I am presenting, you will both be killed. That'd be very unfortunate, because your skill set makes you perfect to assist Jade on the current case. She, of course, could continue without you, she's very good at what she does. However, it would be without your unique insight," Tristan said, leveling both of them with the same look he'd just given Dean.
"If we accept, we would be moved to the dorms for your students, correct?" Sam asked, catching on to something.
"You would indeed, you would still have berths here, of course. However, while you are being trained in your gifts, you would be staying at the dormitories. I see you've thought of something, Sam." Tristan smiled.
"I have, if we are available targets for the killer, we might have a chance of narrowing down if it's actually the rogue weaver," Sam said, nodding.
"With both of us at the dorms, what will Jade be doing?" Dean asked.
"I will be training her in other things, she will not be learning Latin, as her gift isn't connected to the Weavers. The person she met with yesterday took my advice, and retracted the authorization he'd given for her to learn it. I will be letting her know, later today. Currently, she's out on the field, training with Muher," he told the brothers.
"We can guess how that's going to go," Dean said, sharing a look with Sam, remembering the number of bruises Muher's training had given them.
"You wouldn't be wrong, she's going to be very sore later today," he said. "So, gentlemen, what will it be? Will you be joining the Guild, or will you be dying in front of a firing squad?"
"I never liked being shot at," Dean said, holding out his hand to Tristan. "I'm good with joining the Guild, especially if it means we can get further on this case."
"I'm with Dean, it's the only logical choice. I've already died once, and Dean had to go through hell to get me back," Sam said.
"Glad to hear it, I'd hate to order your execution. I'll send my assistant to help get you moved over to the dorms later today. I will set you up in a double dorm, so that you could be in the same room. It's a little larger than the one you searched a few days ago. If you have anything that you want me to look over regarding the case, send it by way of Alden or Muher. It wouldn't be good to have it common knowledge that students, just starting their training, were working directly with the Master Weaver."
"We understand, it's a wise precaution," Dean agreed, nodding. "Anything else we should know?"
"I'll have my assistant fill you in on some things you shouldn't do while you are in training. Given that your origins are unique, I think we can assign you private instruction with Alden. We can definitely justify private training," Tristan said, thinking out loud. "This would also free me up to take over Jade's training from Alden, since he'll be working with you. You will attend some general classes with the other students since you need to learn history since your disappearance."
"Would we be the oldest students there?" Sam asked.
"A few are older than you, but not many. That would be a convenient way to justify private training. Your age, and that you prefer to work as a team." Tristan nodded. "Thank you for the idea, Sam."
"No problem, I didn't think there would be many students older than us. When can we expect your assistant?" Sam asked.
"Six bells in the forenoon watch. Once he gets you settled in to your dorm, I'll have my assistant let Alden know, so that he can give you a little training to see where each of you stand. It'll also let him see if either of you have a knack for either side. Sail weavers, like myself, weave the sails for all ships. Warrior weavers, like Alden, serve on ships," Tristan explained.
"Interesting," Dean said. "I wouldn't mind piloting a ship in battle, I miss Baby. Baby was the sweetest, black, 1967 Chevy Impala, and she handled like a dream. She had been through it all with us."
"We could fit so many weapons and supplies into that trunk," Sam agreed, remembering.
"Sounds like she was a loyal companion. It would be interesting if one of you had an aptitude for Weaving, and the other for being attuned to the Sails." Tristan said, standing up. "I have some other duties to attend to before I meet with Jade this afternoon. Please keep me informed of anything you find out regarding the case."
"We will, Master Tristan," the brothers said together.
"Thank you for your time gentlemen, I suggest you take this time to pack up some of your things before my assistant arrives. Your desk, for example is a mess," Tristan said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Hey, I know where everything is on it," Dean said defensively, going over to find a paper he'd been looking for earlier. "I know that document is here somewhere."
"You get used to it, Master Tristan," Sam said, grinning while walking Tristan to the door.
"Myself, and a particular friend of mine, have a similar kind of relationship," Tristan chuckled. "Thank you again, for being accepting of what I was asking. I don't like resorting to violence or killing. Your deaths would not have sat well with me."
"The only thing my brother and I care to kill are demons, and other things that bump in the night. I totally understand, we'll be in touch, sir," Sam said as Tristan left.
"I swear, the document is here," Dean said, still rummaging through the pile on his desk.
"Give it up, Dean, we better get packing before Master Tristan's assistant gets here," Sam said, grabbing one of the storage containers they had acquired the other day to keep some of their stuff in.
"You're spoiling my fun again, Sam," Dean said, starting to stack the documents in a pile, before putting them back in their envelope.
"It's my job, as your brother," Sam said, grinning. They both started packing, knowing that they had to do this, and there was no other option.
Of course, they both knew they would be nowhere near ready when Master Tristan's assistant arrived. Sam and Dean were currently doing rock, paper, scissors to see who would be the lucky one to tell him that. Dean, lost, and groaned as they continued to pack.