I didn't like it. I hated this idea, but I would do anything to get Dean back. There I was, standing next to the King of Hell as he translated some really dusty, old looking book that was written in Enochian. I wasn't really paying any attention to what Crowley was translating or commenting. I didn't even want to pay attention to what he was saying.
"Moose, you should be paying attention. You're the only one that can seem to remember things like this, so start listening." I rolled my eyes, there wasn't a point in not paying attention. He was right, I would probably be the only one able to remember all the important stuff, and they would probably forget something important without me.
"Alright. Here we are. Only three ingredients, their all different types of... blood.
1. Blood of an obedient, but once fallen angel." Both of us turned to Cas. The description was really specific, which was a little strange, but Cas pretty much fit the spot perfectly.
"2. The blood of a demon that's done good. Well then, that would be me. And the last is human blood, that's been tainted with darkness."
It was eerie. The descriptions fit all of us perfectly.
"There's even some directions and hints and shit in here for us. It looks like it says that this Archangel has a guard. The guards a human and she was trained by all kinds of things to protect one Archangel. You can only get passed her if you kill her. Huh. Exciting."
It was creepy and weird what Crowley had translated. It was like we were the only ones who could actually go through with this. I had a weird, uneasy feeling in my stomach, but maybe it was the demon blood I smelled. Wait what? Demon blood? I was quickly jerked out of my own thoughts as I recognized the delicious, disgusting smell that I recognized so well. My eyes turned to Crowley, who had a knife to his wrist, making three, quick and very straight slashes in his wrist. They quickly welled up with the crimson blood and began to steadily drip into a large. wooden bowl.
"Where'd that come from?" I asked, trying to get my mind away from the horrible thoughts that arose due to the blood. Crowley looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.
"It's been here. Oh, Samantha. I'm so sorry! Should I go somewhere else? Am I bothering you?" He asked me sarcastically, obviously noticing the way I was looking at him. I adverted my gaze, looking down at the floor guiltily. I hadn't meant to do that. We prepared and cast the tracking spell sucessfully.
Hai. Awesomeness. I have new chapter ready to type, so I'll get to that. Comments are nice. Thank you for reading.
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