A/N: Fudge, horse apples! I'm sorry for not updating quicker. Life decided to distract me Dx
Anywho! I'm back, so I present to you readers another chapter! Halfway point with only 24 hours left to fix Castiel! Can they do it?
O: Oh mai, three reviews? Thank you The Mysterious Shadow, GoForTehGig, and random Guest!
GoForTehGig: To be honest, I don't know it this will be Destiel-it might, near the end, but it could be depending on how ya read it.
Anyway, you're here for the story not my rambling. So let's get on with it shall we?
Oh-but before that, one quote from here is from the song "Heal Your Wounds" from Poets of the Fall, while another quote is from the song "Shoot From the Hip" by A Change of Pace. First person to find the two quotes used gets to request either a one-shot or a new story for me to write. Sounds fun? It's pretty easy.
Okay! All mistakes are mine obviously 'cuz I'm human!
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Allons-y!
Dean woke up slowly. He had slept longer than intended. Morning sun filtered through the windows, making the room seem incredibly bright. Dean groaned and then shifted to sit up but then realized that he wasn't alone. For a split moment, Dean was ready to grab the gun nearby but then saw it was Castiel. The angel turned human was asleep on his side, his arms clinging to Dean's right arm like a lifeline.
"Cas!" Dean hissed, using his other arm not held in Castiel's captive grip to shake him. All Dean got was a grumble as a response. Dean sighed and stared at Castiel for a moment. Finally Dean decided to try to get up, but as he did, Castiel stirred and yanked Dean on the bed.
"Cas!" Dean said, louder.
Castiel grumbled something and then opened his eyes slowly. "Whaisit Dean?"
"I would appreciate if you let go of my arm," Dean replied.
Castiel blinked for a moment like he didn't comprehend the sentence, then looked down and unhooked his arms. "My apologizes, Dean."
Dean smirked as Castiel sat up. "It's fine." Dean stood up and stretched. He went to go fetch some clothes and then went to the door. "Why don't you get dressed and come to the living room? I'm going to take a shower." Dean waited until Castiel nodded and then headed for the bathroom.
After a quick shower, Dean headed into the living room where Castiel was sitting on the couch cross-legged and Sam was in the kitchen. Dean grinned as he smelled pancakes.
"Hey, c'mere Cas," Dean said as he sat the table. "You need to eat."
Sam placed three plates of pancakes on the table.
"You're awesome Sammy," Dean said and then started eating immediately. "Find anything out?"
Sam shook his head. "I've looked at all the items in that house, and nothing comes close to being haunted." Sam paused. "I did, however, find that chest you were talking about."
"Really?" Dean asked and perked up. "What did you find out about it?"
Sam frowned. "They say it's only been opened once, and that's by the owner of the house. It's been locked ever since and it's said to have her most special possessions."
Dean leaned back in his chair. "Huh. Well, maybe it's something inside that chest."
Sam shrugged in response. "We'll find out soon enough, won't we."
"Cas," Dean said, glancing over to Castiel. "You need to eat."
"I'm not hungry at the moment Dean," Castiel said with stubbornness behind his voice.
Dean opened his mouth to berate Castiel but quickly clamped his mouth shut and went back to eating. Dean knew Castiel was probably as anxious-if not more- as him to get to the lady's house and get the riddle.
After breakfast, Dean grabbed his coat and the three headed to get into the Impala. The drive was silent, and Dean almost couldn't stand the silence. Once they arrived, Dean parked the car, though they didn't get out yet.
"Ready?" Dean asked, eyes searching the house.
Sam let out a breath. "As I'll ever be."
"Cas?" Dean asked, turning to look at him in the backseat. Castiel's face was a mixture of terror and sadness. "Cas?"
Castiel shook his head. "Yes, I'm ready."
Dean frowned at Castiel, but didn't press the matter.
They headed out of the car and headed to the gate.
"Mary?" Dean called out. "We're here for the riddle!"
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the gate opened up and a scream pierced the surrounding. All three covered their ears until the gate stopped moving. When Dean looked up, the lady was standing at the doorway of the house. After a moment's hesitation, Dean walked forward, followed closely by Castiel and then Sam. They stopped five feet in front of the lady.
"You came," the lady said and a grin spread across her face.
Dean's face became grim. "Yes, now give us the riddle."
"What's the rush?" The lady asked, and then sighed. "Very well. Here is your riddle." The lady turned to face toward the house, her back toward then as she spoke:
"Here you shall find an object located in the house, once of most prized possession. As fragile as it is, you cannot destroy it. For what it is you will not need a key to open it. Take the item to the forest, and meet the Eight-Eyes. You will meet him in the darkest place. He'll show no mercy, so be quick in your request, or you might end up like the victims. Finding this item is not an easy task-no, it is quite the haunting challenge. Free the prisoner from the item and return it here. Place it back and leave."
"That's it?" Dean asked once the lady stopped.
The lady turned to Dean and the others. "That's it."
"What do you mean that's it?" Dean asked. "Which forest? What do you mean we don't need a key? Who are the victims?"
The lady's eyes narrowed. "I'm done with questions," she said. "I have no answers." With that, the lady let out a screech and disappeared. In return, the black doors to the house opened up.
Dean signaled to move, but Castiel remained in place. "Cas, c'mon!"
Castiel shook his head. "I can't go in there Dean."
Dean growled in frustration. "Why not?"
Castiel glanced at the ground. "I'm scared."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Man up, Cas. We're doing this for you, not ourselves." With that, Dean headed inside, leaving behind a shocked Sam and distraught Castiel.
"He didn't mean it like that, Cas," Sam said comfortingly. "He's just edgy. Knowing him, he's probably scared too, but he's just covering it up."
Castiel didn't look at Sam. "Are you scared too, Sam?"
"I'm more worried than scared," Sam replied after a long pause.
"Silly me for thinking honesty is something," Castiel whispered.
Sam rubbed Castiel's back. "It'll be okay Cas. I'm here to protect you and so is Dean. We need you for this, alright?"
After a moment, Castiel finally raised his head. "Alright."
Sam nodded and then headed into the house with Castiel.
Immediately the doors slammed shut and the room became pitch black.
"Sam?" Castiel questioned, voice pitched higher than normal.
"I'm right here," Sam said and held Castiel's shoulder. With his other arm, Sam took out a flashlight and turned it on. "Dean?"
No response. The room was quite big, with a staircase in the middle. Everything looked to be black or red.
"Dean!" Sam called out again, louder, but still got no response. "Maybe he went upstairs."
"Sam!" Castiel yelled, tugging harshly on Sam's shirt. Sam let out his own gasp of surprise to see a pale white ghost standing in front of them. Sam hadn't even noted when she appeared. The girl had no eyes to begin with, and her white gown was stained red. Sam grabbed for his gun and pointed it at the girl, but it didn't work. The girl let out a high-pitched laugh that made even Sam tremble.
"Guns and knives won't work here," the girl said. "You can't harm us; we're protected."
"Dean!" Castiel yelled.
Sam couldn't see Castiel's face but he guessed his eyes were shut. "What do you want?"
"What else would a girl in an abandoned house want?" The girl asked. "Play toys!"
"Sam, Cas!"
A/N: Dun dun dunnnnnnnn! Okay, maybe I shouldn't have put that many '!', but I felt like I should. Amazing how fast my mood switches when writing this story. I was feeling really happy (hence the humor-ish scene in the beginning) but then I started listening to "This is Halloween" and then I had the idea of the house being haunted by other spirits.
Mlol well, at least you all know the riddle! Yeahhhhhh, it's not much of a riddle to be honest, but it's what I came up with ^^;;
Reviews are love 3!
Until next time!
*salutes*
