Day 8 Part 1
They spend day 8 in fevered silence. The is a subtle sweetness in the quiet, a high pitched crescendo in the vacuum that has risen in the exact center of Bobby's house. There is the silence in the basement, in the panic room, and the silence travels up the stairs, curls around the kitchen, and comes to rest behind Bobby's desk. Almost like the quiet falls asleep there.
Something comes over Bobby's house, like a cloud.
And that cloud is the Minnesota Moon Fist.
It's a new thing. This is its first year, but so far, things are going good for the demon fight club.
It's the one stop shop for all things snaggle-toothed and pointed tailed.
It takes place in an old fairground, when the moon is full. Through the sewers, demons come. Hundreds of them.
Shifters. Vampires. Werewolves. Common demons. Demigods. Changelings. Fairies.
Crawling. Skittering. Leaking their slime and whooping like howler monkeys. They crawl through the fair, lick the places humans touched with black tongues, gut the rides, run cracked fingers over the seats of rollercoasters. They feast on virgins and children from surrounding areas, no matter what species, loving the way the air stinks on a full moon.
The werewolves keep mostly to the Log Flume, a closed off area where they can rip and slice and tear. Vampires drink victims dry by the wooden roller coaster on the opposite end of the park. Everyone else finds space in between. The lovebirds watch from the Ferris wheel while down on the ground, it's an all-out war. Whoever survives long enough, claims the prize.
"-and we know a guy, who's friendly with a demon who knows the organizers. So pretty much every hunter on this side of the whole damn world is getting his or her shit together, and high-tailing it over there, because in two days, Cas…"
Dean makes googly eyes and grabs Castiel's shoulders.
"-it's the Grand Slam."
Dean grabs some more clothes, T-shirts, jeans, and shoves them into the duffel bag. Castiel watches
"And you are… excited about this?"
Dean looks back incredulously, T-shirt in hand. "It's the biggest hunt of the century, Cas! Well, other than the Devil, but besides that it's definitely going to be the most fun. Vamps losing their heads. Shifters burning to a crisp. Demon's getting exorcized. Sam and I are gonna get to see hunters we haven't seen since our dad was alive."
"Sam's going with you too?"
"And Bobby."
Cas could not feel his face fall, but he knew instantly that Dean saw his dismay.
"Cas, it's only for a day and a half. You won't even notice we're gone. I would rather not do this, really, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited."
Castiel nods. "I understand."
He doesn't.
When the three hunters pile their things into the back of their cars, Dean hands Castiel a paper with every emergency number the hunter can think of.
"Don't hesitate to call."
"I know Dean." Cas says. He is surprised when Dean hugs him goodbye.
XxX
Now, most would think that Castiel would spend the day tucked into the folds of the silence of Bobby's house.
But instead, he doesn't.
Instead, he takes advantage of Bobby's extensive magical ingredients stash, slices his hand with a silver blade and lets the blood fall in the center of the sigil. He then chants some Enochian, and le voila!
"Dear God Cas, you look like fried and pickled crap."
"Good to see you too, Balthazar."
A/N I'll post parts 2 and 3 when they… you know… get done. I'm chopping this into three bits because I think we should get to see what goes down and the Minnesota Moon Fist. Something tells me it'll be quite an event.
Oops. Spoilers ;)
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