Dean, Sam and Cas left their motel room, a couple of older ladies looking at the three grown men in a disgusted way. Cas and Sam paying them no mind. Dean on the other hand wouldn't have his manhood questioned, winking in their direction. "Next time you ladies can join." he called their way, making the women blush and giggle.
"Dean!" Sam called, visibly embarrassed. Cas as confused as ever. With that they set off into town, Cas and Dean going to the local sheriff's department, Sam headed to the morgue to check out the only body found as of yesterday. Hours of questioning and searching led them no where, and got them more questions than before.
"So what did the body look like?" Dean asked, opening three beers, one for each man.
"Well, odd to say the least. Thanks," Sam said as he handed him a bottle, "he was covered in carvings. I took a few pictures," he handed the phone straight to Cas. "They look Enochian. Some kind of ritual?"
"No. Not Enochian. Older. This is before me." Cas handed the phone back.
"What do you mean 'before you'?" Dean handed him a beer.
"I mean before the time of Angels." Cas stated.
"Like, Leviathans?" Sam seemed concerned.
"No. Older. This is from the time of Gods. Before mortals. Before light." Cas explained. "Before there was God, there were his creators. There were the Eternals."
"The Gods of God?" Dean scoffed at the idea.
"No. Primordial beings. They hold no shape and exist outside the concept of time. They have been, and always will be." Cas looked at his beer.
"So these 'Eternals' are here? In Amarillo Texas?" Sam looked unconvinced.
"No. Someone is trying to summon them." He took a drink.
"But who would know this language?" Dean seemed to be getting into this more than normal. Eternal things didn't sound good. Sound like he can't kill them. He really didn't wanna deal with that.
"A God." Cas said matter-of-factly.
"Like Odin, or one of those Gods?" Sam looked at the pictures again.
"No, none of those Heathens would know of this dialect. I mean one of God's siblings." All eyes were fixed on Cas.
"Siblings?" the brothers questioned in unison.
"There are seven siblings. There's God, who created the Heaven and Earth, and all it's creatures. Then there's Heratric, who created hell-"
"I thought God created Hell?" Dean cut him off.
"No. God would not create something so vial. There's Daictio, who created hatred. Violapon who created love, Gradiot who created fire, Frehater who created the rain, and finally there's Nomandert who created conflict."
"I'm so beyond confused." Dean finished off his beer.
"God wanted it to be paradise. A world with out fear, conflicts, destruction, a perfect place for his creations to exist. The other Gods were jealous of what he created so they set forth to ruin it. Without them, there would be no heartbreaks, wars, genocides, anything bad." Cas spoke as if with sorrow.
"So who do you think we're dealing with?" Sam finally asked.
"I am unsure. But either way it will be the hardest thing we've ever done." Cas finished his beer.