Tick Tock

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

None of the characters mentioned in the below work of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own entertainment purposes

Author Note

Here's the next re-polished, reedited chapter for you all!

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Overall Summary

Dean is gone and time is running out because someone is playing a game with Sam and Castiel, someone wants them to lose but the price of losing is Dean's life. They have to find the clues and win. The clock is ticking… can you hear it? Because Dean certainly can/

Chapter Summary

Sam calls Bobby and finds out more about the r llyfr chan chyfareddau

Overall Romance

Castiel/Dean Winchester, Possibly Sam Winchester/OFC

Chapter Romance

None

Chapter Four

r llyfr chan chyfareddau

"I've never even heard of this book before, how the hell am I meant to find it Cas? We're running out of time and I've found nothing to even indicate where it is" Sam stated angrily, looking down at the letter he held in his hand. He couldn't even figure out what language the title of the book was written in, the only thing he was sure of was that he had never seen anything like it before.

"The title is written in Welsh Sam" Castiel answered from where he stood by the small wooden desk flipping through the pages of an old looking book. Castiel had transported them from the street to the motel room so they could attempt to come up with a plan and figure out where the book could be. "The Welsh language is old Sam and rarely in use these days anywhere outside its native country. They instead have adopted the English language as their own."

"So the title is written in Welsh then" Sam repeated, trying desperately to search his memories for anything he knew about the place but he was simply coming up blank. He swallowed hard trying to ignore the growing feeling of fear and unease which was making his stomach churn. He knew he should grab him self some breakfast since he hadn't eaten since the day before but the mere thought of having to attempt it was enough to turn his stomach even more.

How could he possibly eat or sleep when he had less then three hours to find a book from another country and failure to get it meant Dean being killed. He bit down hard on his inner cheek, using the pain to focus his attention back to the task at hand.

"Right so it's Welsh then" he repeated to him self "And Welsh is the language of…"

"Wales Sam" Castiel answered for him when Sam's words trailed off. There was a small amount of disapproval in the Angel's voice as though he had expected Sam to know that already. He turned to face him. "It is the country situation to the west of England. It was invaded and conquered by-"

"Seriously Cas, now isn't quite the time for a lesson in ancient history" Sam snapped, digging his phone out of his jean pocket and swiping it. He went straight to his contact section, moving through them until he stopped at Bobby's number, he glanced up at Castiel who was watching him. "I'm gonna call Bobby and let him know what's happening. He'll want to know and well you never know there's always a chance that we strike it lucky for once and he happens to have the book or at least have some sort of idea where it might be. I mean surely he had to have it because otherwise the psycho wouldn't set up a test which we can't win. If we can't find the book then-"his voice trailed off when Castiel crossed the room, placing his hand on Sam's shoulder. The palm felt cold through his shirt, calming him despite him self.

"You are hyperventilating Sam, your breathing is becoming erratic and if you continue then you shall soon be unconscious and therefore useless to your brother. You must try and contain your emotions and focus on the task at hand for Dean's sake." The Angel stated calmly. Sam stared at him for a moment, searching his expressionless face before he slowly nodded his agreement, breathing a sigh of relief when Castiel instantly let go of him and headed back to the book, picking it up again and beginning to flick through it. Sam didn't know how Dean could handle Castiel being near him or touching him as much as the Angel did. It was like having your limb plunged into a bucket of ice cold water.

Sam lifted the phone to his ear and pressed the call button tapping his finger against the back of his mobile as he waited for the older hunter to pick up, he didn't have long to wait until Bobby answered.

"Sam" he stated gruffly "It's about time one of you idjits called me. Have you finished up your case yet because if you have then I've got a brand new one for you and Dean which would be right up your street and it ain't too far from where you're holed up now." Sam blinked.

"Our case?" He repeated in confusion; picturing Bobby rolling his eyes in his head.

"Yeah sunshine, your cases, killer group of vampires determined to turn the whole damn town into their lunch and a plaything… does it sound familiar to you at all?"

"No Bobby… we haven't dealt with the vampire problem yet" Sam answered, swallowing hard when he realised that he had forgotten all about them. He should probably ask Castiel to go and deal with them before they could hurt someone else but it was difficult to think of anything other then Dean right now. Castiel didn't obey Sam normally if he asked him to do something for him, the Angel would give him a look as though he was and insect before ignoring him. It was only when Dean asked him to something that the Angel would actually react, dropping whatever he was doing to go and do what Dean wanted him to do. Sometimes it annoyed Sam, other times it amused him to see an Angel of the Lord run after his brother like some sort of nursemaid. This time however it simply made him feel sick.

He glanced at Castiel from the corner of his eyes wondering how the Angel was actually doing, knowing that Dean was being hurt and needed him and that he wasn't there to help him. Did he feel sick like Sam did? Did he feel helpless and angry? Nothing seemed to show on his face and Sam wasn't adept at reading the other man, not like Dean was anyway. His brother could take one look at Castiel and known exactly what the other was thinking and feeling.

"And why the hell not?" Bobby demanded, sounding annoyed. "You want them to drain or turn someone else into one of them? It ain't like they are gonna hold off until the pair of you are ready to get off your asses and hunt them down boy."

"Bobby" Sam said, barely able to get the words out of his throat without choking on them. "Dean is gone."

"Gone?" Bobby repeated his voice a mixture of disbelief and confusion. "What do you mean Dean's gone? Like he's gone to a bar or something to let off some steam because if that's the case Sam then get your ass down to that bar and drag him out kicking and screaming if you have to and get the hell back to work. Dean knows better then to go to a bar when there's a fresh hunt still on, gotta admit that it don't sound much like your brother but then again he has been under some pressure recently and there's always a first for everything."

"He's not at some bar getting pissed Bobby. He's gone. Dean's been fucking kidnapped by some nut job psychopath that has me and Castiel running around like a pair of headless chickens on some weird ass hunt thing he's come up with. If we don't do it and find out what the hell he wants then he's going to kill Dean."

"When the hell did all of this happen Sam?" Bobby demanded after a long pause.

"Last night. It was about seven forty five, eight o clock when I realised that he hadn't come back from getting us some food" Sam answered pushing down on the guilt which threatened to overwhelm him. He had to focus on Dean and getting him back, not on his own self guilt. That could wait until Dean was safely back with them.

"Balls" Bobby swore "And you didn't think to call me straight away Sam? I could have been down there by now helping you search for your brother. Tell me everything, leave nothing out or I swear I'll have your hide my self."

"There's not much to say Bobby. Dean went out yesterday afternoon about two to go and get us some lunch while I carried on researching, trying to figure out where exactly the vampires are hiding out. I realised about eight that he hadn't come yet and hadn't been in contact with me so I went looking for him in town. I found the impala and a note attached to it stating that whoever wrote me the note had Dean and they would kill him nice and slowly unless I did what he said. He told me to be outside the diner at nine today so I went and was handed another note by some kid telling me that I needed to find a book called 'r llyfr chan chyfareddau and that I had to be back at the diner by noon with it in hand or Dean was a goner."

"The name of that book sounds familiar" Bobby said thoughtfully "I've heard it somewhere before and fairly recently at that" Sam swallowed, a flicker of hope growing in him at Bobby's words.

"Cas says that it was written in Welsh and was likely to be ancient because the language isn't greatly used these days."

"Tell Bobby that the translation for r llyfr chan chyfareddau is the book of spells" Castiel suggested making Sam jump, he hadn't even been aware that the Angel had moved from across the room to stand behind him.

"Cas says that it means the book of spells" Sam said with a nod at Castiel as he turned away from him. He could hear Bobby moving about on the other end of the phone clearly looking for something in his stacks of papers and books. Sam was content to listen to the familiar noise, finding it soothing. He knew he could count on Bobby to know something about this the same way they had always been able to count of Bobby to have their backs when things went wrong.

"I got it" Bobby stated suddenly "You're in luck Sam; there was an article about it in the paper this morning. The 'r llyfr chan chyfareddau is part of a collection of books which have just been shipped over from England today and is due to be unveiled as part of a brand new exhibition. It's ancient like Cas said, nearly nine hundred years old and one of the oldest books in existence. 'r llyfr chan chyfareddau means the book of spells as you said which can only meant that there's some bad shit in that book Sam, things which probably shouldn't get out.

Sam sighed, shrugging his shoulders even though he knew that Bobby couldn't see him.

"I know" he said quietly "But what can I do? If I don't get it then Dean will die Bobby and I can't let that happen no matter what the consequences might be. Tell me where the book is going to be shown at."

"New York City Sam though the paper doesn't state what museum they actually are showing it at" Sam nodded.

"Thanks Bobby, I appreciate the help" he said.

"I'm on my way to you Sam, we'll get Dean back alive Sam" he promised before he hung up the phone.

"Sure" he said to the dial tone, turning back to the room unsurprised to find it empty. He threw the phone onto the bed and ran his hand over his face.

He had a seriously bad feeling over this and yet what else could he do?

Author Note

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