Adventures of John: Winchesters
Chapter 4: Highway to Hell
"Today sucks," Dean commented, pulling out a machete. "It really, really sucks."
"Hang on guys, I have an idea!" I exclaimed. I concentrated, and a golden aura began to glow around the two brothers. "Okay guys, let's get 'em."
I jumped at the creatures, the same golden glow surrounding me. Sam and Dean hesitated for a moment, but when they saw what I did to the creatures they were quick to follow. The first monster I met jumped at me, only to find the golden aura keeping it from being able to absorb and erase me. I grabbed it by the head(or what I think was the head), and increasing my strength I tore at it, ripping the creature apart, after which it dissipated. Sam and Dean then charged, hacking at the creatures with their machetes. The creatures quickly fell into disarray, as they had been expecting easy prey, but where instead facing armed adversaries that they could not absorb.
"Now what?" Sam asked as we dispatched the rest of the nothing creatures. "How do we go after Crowley?"
"Should we?" Dean inquired. "He's going after Abaddon with those things, and she doesn't have our good luck charm over here to help her out."
"Crowley can barely control one of these things," I told them. "Do you really think he'll manage to maintain control over hundreds of them? He doesn't understand how to use that Voidstone, and it will get this entire universe ripped apart if we don't do something about it."
"Then we're going to need help," Sam declared. "Cas," he said, looking into the sky. "We need your help."
There was a sound like rustling feathers and then a man in a trench coat appeared beside him. "Hello Sam," Castiel said in a gravelly voice. "What do you need?"
"Cas, I'm glad you came," Sam told him. "How is the search for Metatron going?"
"Not well," he sighed. "Metatron still alludes me. Now why did you call me here? Is it really important enough to call me from my search?"
"We need to get to Crowley yesterday," Dean answered.
"I don't have the energy for time travel," Cas began. "I also don't see the point of-"
"It's a figure of speech," Sam informed him. "It just means as soon as possible."
"Oh," Cas replied. "Okay. I'll help if I can. Everyone grab hold of me." Dean looked at him awkwardly. "Just grab hold Dean," Cast insisted, holding out an arm. We all grabbed on to him, and then we were suddenly standing on a cliff inside what looked like a massive dark cavern, a cavern which opened up into a bottomless abyss, and on the edge of the cliff was Crowley, along with three henchmen.
"So this is Hell?" I asked. "Not as imposing as I thought it would be."
"Well look who finally showed up," Crowley remarked dryly. "Take care of 'em, boys." The three black-eyed men rushed us, only for Dean to gut one of them with his demon-killing knife and Cas to grab the heads of the other two and smite them, burning them inside out.
"You didn't really think they could stop us, did you Crowley?" Castiel asked.
"No," Crowley answered. "But they did slow you down." He revealed the Voidstone in his hand. "I guess your pet angel over here must have somehow saved you from the last bunch, but you won't escape these ones. Dozens of the nothing creatures poured out of the stone, immediately charging toward us.
I imbued our group with the golden nothingness-stopping aura, and we charged back. Castiel pulled out his angel blade and teleported all over the place, slashing through nothing monsters as he went. Sam and Dean both pulled their machetes out and did likewise, while I punched my way through them, keeping away from any conjuring lest I fall unconscious again. After a few moments we had cut our way through the creatures, leaving only us and Crowley.
"How did you do that?!" he asked in shock.
"Our good luck charm over here has got some pretty nifty tricks," Sam answered, pointing his thumb back at me. "Now hand it over, Crowley."
"And why would I do that?" he inquired.
"Because you don't have a choice," I responded, pulling at the stone's energies and calling it to my hand. "There. Wasn't that easy? Now you are going to tell me where you got it. That shouldn't even exist in this reality."
"A group of warlock gave it to me as part of a deal," Crowley answered. "The stone for unlimited riches or power or something like that."
Something about what he said rang a bell. Something I myself had mentioned before…
They were spreading their tentacles into every world, manipulating gods and making deals with demons.
No. It couldn't be.
This was something that reeked of conspiracy.
"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed, "It was right in front of me!"
"Sorry," Crowley said, "I'm confused. What was right in front of you?"
It was all connected. It was just like something you'd expect to find on some conspiracy nut's website. The secret society, the spell, the troubles in the various realities, they were all connected. The secret society I had been hunting had the ability to travel between the various magical realms. If they had somehow gotten their hands on that spell, then that would give them the ability to travel to alternate realities, and would also enable them to cause problems in the various universes.
They were the ones that had told the dragon Raxalaz I would come. They were the ones who had given Crowley the Voidstone. And how had the fiery version of Elsa learned how to trap a human soul inside a being of flame? Most likely they had taught her how.
But why? What did they seek to accomplish by causing all this chaos? And why did I keep on getting dragged into it? There was still so much that I didn't know. So much I needed to know.
"Goodbye Crowley. I hope for your sake we don't meet again." I turned to Castiel. "Take us back up, Cas."