I am sorry this is such a short chapter but at least it's on time right. I promise next chapter will be longer and have action. Have fun reading.
By the time the two weeks were up, Arthur and many others if they knew him would have considered him a modern culture genius. He had everything on importance from the last 10 years committed to memory and the rest was well on its way. All threw the time Mythri talked, he had listened with rapt attention, both horrified and awed at the progress of the world. He was appalled by the fact that sword fighting had been replaced by something called sports, however, he loved the sound of the phone, saying how easy it would be to call his servants. Mythri had to remind him that he didn't have any any more. After that they both fell into a sorrowful silence as Arthur realized again that everything had changed. No one bothered them during that time. It was almost as if they had forgotten they were their if it hadn't been for the demon coming in with food once a day. It was a collection of stale mash and barely edible meat, probably something very unappetizing if they knew what it was. They however chocked it down, unsure of what would happen if they didn't and unwilling to face the inevitable consequences.
For the winchesters, the monotony was almost unbroken, much like the two captives. Merlin, Dean, and Sam had moved on from Bobby's and had gone back to the bunker. Merlin had made a beeline straight for the library the moment he found out there was one. Dean had to practically drag him out so he could see what he could do with a gun, a knife, and other protective skill he would be needing soon. Even though all of this was necessary it was mainly a distraction so Sam could do some research. As plausible as Merlin being a illim was something wasn't settling right with him. Merlin seemed to … eager for a reason, to desperate. Yes it could be that he was just confused and scared and was overly relieved to find an answer but Sam didn't think that was it. The raven was too calm everywhere else. So with these frustrating questions Sam sat in his room, surrounded by books on everything that could possibly fit with Merlin and his strange everything. The days were ticking down to a precious few. From Dean's word Merlin was uncannily good with everything supernatural and knives but had much to be desired when it came to guns. It was almost as if the kid was aiming in the opposite direction than the target. Dean could only hope that they wouldn't need to use then cause if they did, they were screwed.
It was the day before when things started to really get stressful. The reality of everything hit then, knocking Merlin to the ground. Metaphorically. Both Sam and Dean began to stock up on weapons, goin over game plans, and over all checking in on things. Both Sam and Dean where slightly thrown off balance by Merlin who had locked himself in his room doing who knows what with his remaining time before the meet. The minutes were ticking away getting closer and closer to zero, when all answers would be answered and everyone involved will be put to the test.