Author's Note: No smut in this one. Plenty innuendo though, and implied sex. Mostly actual plot. Sorry to disappoint smut fans. I live in Missouri, so I can insult it at will. I will be moving this story to another site due to policy changes. I can't do what I want with this story with FFNs new enforcement poilcy. This chapter is short mostly so I can give an update and add what will happen to this fic. It isn't dead. It simply isn't being posted here anymore. It will be hosted on another fanfiction site dedicated to adult fanfiction. I do not write children's stories and that is what FFN is turning into, a site for children's stories. There are NO fics without at least SOME language/violence/sexual remarks. So I'm moving this fic and all updates will be hosted at the other site. If you don't know this other site, PM me for the link. I do not have this fic moved entirely. I only have the first two chapters posted there right now. I am trying to draw in a 'new' audience at the new site, so I am not posting the entire thing all at once.

There Can Be No Peace

Ch 11.

After telling them who and what they were dealing with, Bobby had asked Loki to fetch all the books he could find on the goddess harassing the town with demands of death sacrifices. Loki had made some sarcastic comment but, after a glare from Sam, had teleported away to gather information.

"So this...thing...used to be some sort of great goddess of death?" Dean asked, finally being helpful in the investigation.

Sam shrugged. "Thats what Loki said. It would explain her affinity for graveyards and her empty grave, as well her power over the townspeople."

"How do we kill it? I mean, I know she's a pagan goddess, but the only thing I've ever seen kill a pagan god is an archangel, and we certainly don't have one of those." This from Rachel, who sounded slightly bitter over the fact.

Cas was biting his lip thinking. He wasn't an angel anymore, and he had never been an archangel. Rachel wasn't an angel anymore either, but she HAD been an archangel. So certainly she would know what could and couldn't kill it. Loki wasn't here...

"Rachel, I uhm, know about your experiences with...archangels. Could an archangel-turned-trickster god possibly kill her?"

Rachel gave Cas a penetrating look. They hadn't spoken much at all since meeting and had almost actively avoided each other. Probably that whole 'trying to kill each other' or the fact that Cas HAD killed her thing. Still, it had possibilities, Castiel's thought.

"I'm...not really sure. Gabriel isn't Gabriel anymore. At least thats what you've said." She didn't want Bobby to find out who she'd been previously, and attempted to keep her knowledge of angels and Heaven rather vague or in the realm of guesses. It almost hurt her that Gabriel did not remember who he had been. She would have looked forward to talking to her brother again, in a far better situation, an almost peaceful one.

"We're not risking him getting hurt for a damned guess!" Sam was angry. Still...it did seem their best shot. Gabriel...Loki...was the most powerful being they had on their side. He didn't want to risk his love losing this incarnation though. Who knew how long he would have to...wait. Wait. Pagan gods had died before...meaning it couldn't be that hard to off them. Sam ran off upstairs, hoping Loki had returned with information on the goddess.

Bobby watched him run off with a confused look on his face. "Uh...do I want to know?"

Dean snorted. "Uh, probably not. So uh, I say we just use Dickster as bait. I don't like the guy. Remember that time he killed me like one hundred times?"

Rachel glared at Dean. "Now is not the time for personal grudges. I, too, would prefer not to sacrifice Gabriel...that is, Loki. I wasn't suggesting using him for bait or anything of the sort. That was Castiel's suggestion."

"Hey, look, bitch, don't drag Cas into this. He was just suggesting something that might work. I mean, like, pagan gods have offed each other in the past, right? So its entirely possible dickhead could kill her. Why do YOU care so damn much about Dickster's well-being anyway?" Dean glared at the woman.

She didn't argue, just sighed. Apparently, Castiel had been rather close-lipped about who Rachel had been. If Rachel was anything, though, she was smart. Even if Dean pretended not to know who she was, the odds were good Castiel had told him. Castiel wouldn't keep something so important from his precious Dean. Still...for Bobby's sake, he'd apparently kept quiet. So Rachel kept vague.

"He's a friend. We're all friends here. At least, thats what I thought. What I hoped. Friends don't risk friends' lives in a plan that might not even work."

Dean and Rachel glared at each other for a few more minutes until Sam finally came back downstairs, Loki following, interrupting their glaring contest. Loki was being surprisingly serious about this for once. He hadn't made any rude remarks, other than that first sarcastic comment to Bobby.

Loki laid a book on the small table in the center of them. "I know her of old, as I said, but she was a goddess of death. I mean, DEATH. My uh, my daughter, she's a goddess of death too, but she's much more powerful. She still has a whole damned realm of the dead she rules over. Not even Death himself challenges her. I have to wonder...why is Morri so weak? And why am I, and my children, still powerful?"

Loki looked thoughtful, he chewed his lip a bit. "Pagan gods like us, we...well, we're supposed to require worshipers to remain as powerful as I am. People still worship Loki, that is, me, but I don't...well, FEEL anything. No extra power, no weakening power...maybe something else is wrong with Morri."

Sam and the others did not respond to this. The reason he didn't require worshipers was because he wasn't Loki, he was Gabriel, the archangel. Angels didn't require worship. As for Loki's daughter and other children (for some reason, that bothered Sam, the thought of Loki fucking anyone but him), they likely didn't lose power because their father was one of the four most powerful archangels, well, ever. Gabriel was the only archangel to have ever fathered children (Castiel had confirmed this, as well as Rachel), so information on that matter was rather confusing and lacking.

Not to be dissuaded by their lack of response, Loki continued. "She's weak. She's nasty. I can take her, I'm sure of it. She has power over death, but its weak, like I said. She's hanging on by a thread, feeding on the deaths of the people in this town. I won't be able to kill her for good, as you know, but I can at least knock her out for a couple hundred or thousand years."

Rachel pressed her lips together tightly and said nothing. Her brother didn't know that he could TRULY kill her if he wanted. As Lucifer had killed the pagan gods before attempting the Apocalypse. Rachel knew they weren't likely to reincarnate any time soon, if ever. If Loki killed Morrigan, she would likely stay dead. Apparently, Castiel thought the same thing.

"Then let Loki kill her. He's more powerful than she is. He can do what we can't."

Loki smirked a bit, his first of the night. "Dean's baby believes in me! I feel special!"

Dean kicked him. Loki just raised an eyebrow and sneered at him. "If you want me, dumbass, you gotta fight Sammy. And do a lot better than a weak kick like that. Geez. Sam can-" Loki was cut off by Sam grabbing the back of his shirt and dragging him away from Dean.

"Leave him alone, Dean. Please." Sam sighed.