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Chapter 9

They hadn't been in the library for 5 minutes and already the angels were pissing Dean off. Michael was mad at Cas and for some reason, in return Cas was mad at Dean. Even Sam was beginning to be annoyed by Michael's silent, but constant hovering. There wasn't anything Sam could do to make the computer go any faster. There was no magic word to type in the library's catalog search box that would give them the answers they needed. There was a method, and the angels were blatantly ignoring that method.

The awkwardness of it all finally got so bad that Sam eventually decided to send Dean and Castiel to go and search for books written in the earlier 1500s. When Castiel left some of Michael's anger left as well. Instead of standing behind Sam, the angel pulled up a chair and stared at him.

"Look," Sam said turning toward the angel, "I know you haven't seen her in centuries, but why are you in such a rush now? It's not like she's going to disappear again anytime soon."

"How do you know that?" Michael said in a huff.

"How do I know what?" Sam asked confused by the angel's reaction.

"How do you know she won't disappear? How do you know she isn't already gone? She arrives shortly after the Troubles, and follows them when they leave. How do you know the Troubles are not yet gone? How do you know she has not left once again?" Michael's tirade ended with him putting his head in his hands, his voice sounding defeated.

"I don't," Sam answered honestly as he turned back to the computer, "but rushing us isn't going to help. If we hurry through this we could skip over a way of ending the cycle and freeing your sister, or we could even make the situation worse. You just have to patient. We'll figure this out."

"I have no time to be patient, not with Lucifer on the loose."

"Let's not get a head of ourselves, we should do the research first, then we'll worry about him."

"Fine." Michael said sounding like a sore loser, "but if I think for one second she's in danger or about to disappear, I'm changing our plan."

"Fine by me," Sam said to shut the angel up, he wasn't really listening anymore because he had found something.

He pulled out his cell phone and punched in the familiar number.

"Did you find something?" Dean answered on the first ring.

"I think so it's in the third section, shelf E, book number E.0159. It's called "Of Early Settlement Culture."

"What makes you think that's it?" Dean asked skeptical of any book with a title like that. It sounded like something a college kid would need for class, not something a hunter would use as a resource on a hunt.

"Because the summary says it that this book 'not only details early settlement life and culture, but through journal entries this book provides excellent documentation into early settler's superstitions and religious beliefs and customs. Including, but not limited to religious ceremonies, offerings, summonings, prayers, wards of protection, and general church practices.' It basically has everything we need to know so will you just get the damn book please?"

"Already got it," Dean said as he appeared behind Sam, Castiel in tow. "You talk too much Sammy," Dean said as he put his phone in his pocket.

Sam glared as his brother as he did the same. He took the book from Dean and skimmed through the table of contents until he found the section on summonings. He then flipped to the page as directed, read a quick summary (that was surprisingly accurate), but when he turned the page his mind went blank and his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Will you hurry up and tell us what happened already? I'm getting hungry and my face is starting to hurt. In case you forgot I didn't exactly have a warm welcome this morning," Dean snapped.

"I-I can't," Sam said as he stared at the page.

"What do you mean you can't? You've got the damn book right in front of you. Don't tell me you forgot how to read?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"No…but I don't read French," Sam said turning the book so his brother could see.

"Allow me," Castiel said as he took the book from Sam.

"You read French?" Dean asked.

"Angels understand all languages," Michael answered. "Please," he said nodding to the book.

"Right," Cas said as he cleared his throat, "this entry was written August 21st of 1538. It goes on to talk about the hardships faced by the settlers, disease, a horrible harvest that ravished the region, along with native attacks. The settlers feared they would not survive the coming winter, so they approached the author of the journal and they begged him for help. The author writes,

'And with the blessing of the town I called to the Earth our salvation, it cost me the very soul in my chest, but for the good of the people I made the sacrifice. However, our savior proved to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, it was a beast, for there are no words to describe the horrors it bestowed upon the town. Those who were present at the summoning are now cursed, I myself being the worst offender have received the worst punishment. Being the only Frenchman in this English settlement, the town blamed me for their misfortune, and under threat of pain of death they set upon me to redeem the town into the glory of God, of which we abandoned.'" Castile finished reading and was met with silence, everyone was trying to decipher the author's cryptic message.

"What's it mean?" Dean asked.

"I think it's saying that the author guy accidentally summoned a demon in order to help the people of the town, but the demon only made things worse and the people that were at the summoning became cursed." Sam suggested.

"I believe we have just found the origins of the town's Troubles." Michael said stoically, "Please continue reading Castiel, Ariel be mentioned soon."

"Of course," Cas said and he continued to read, "this entry is from August 27th,"

'Tonight I tried once again to summon someone to save our town, to protect us from the beast I had inadvertently set loose upon us. At first it appeared that no one was to heed my call, for the forest in which I performed the ceremony was quiet. It was when I turned to leave that I was met with a woman. She looked too frail to be in the forest alone at this time of night, however when the spoke the Earth shook with a power of which I cannot attempt to describe.

'Fear not Mister Crocker, for I am an angel of the Lord and I am here to help, you who have summoned me.'

I dare say I laughed in her face, 'The Lord has sent but a lonely girl to assist me, please my lady do not trifle with my patience any longer.'

Her face turned from emotionless to anger in the blink of an eye. 'Do not make ill at me Mister Crocker, for far better beings than you have done so and have been rewarded with death.' She replied as lightning arched across her back in the pattern of wings. 'I have come to offer my assistance in protecting the town, however if you no longer require it I can kill you now for releasing the evil in question and be on my merry way.' She said with a twisted smile as she took a step towards me.

In that moment a peculiar thing happened, a mall sword like blade appeared before my feet. The angel's eyes widened in surprise as I bent down the retrieve the blade. She said something that sounded like profane word in a language I have yet to understand as she glared at me.

'What is it that you want?' She asked angrily.

'I want you to protect the town from the evil I have released.'

She laughed bitterly, 'As you command,' she said harshly as she glanced at the sword and picked up her skirts as to walk away.

'Angel, what is your name?' I asked before she could leave.

She turned to me with anger in her eyes, "Ariel," she said, "but you may call me Abigail." And with that she disappeared into the night.

When Castiel looked up from the book he saw Michael pacing around the library, "So that is it." He mumbled, "The demon that was released is what caused the curse to begin with which in turn explains why she was summoned in the first place, but not why she is still bound to this place. She should have killed the man and been done with it," he said bitterly.

"Maybe she couldn't," Dean suggested, "kill him I mean."

"And pray tell what would stop an angel from killing a little annoying human?" Michael asked sarcastically.

"I don't know, maybe she liked the guy. I doubt Audrey is going to kill Nathan anytime soon."

"That is because she does not know that she is an angel." Michael snapped.

"Guys, not helping," Sam said as he furiously typed on the computer, "look the name Crocker was mentioned in the journal and there's only one Crocker in this town."

"Duke Crocker," Dean said as he leaned over his brother to see the screen, "says here he owns a bar called The Gull. Isn't that where that guy said he was taking Audrey?" Dean asked looking at his brother.

"Yep, maybe he knows something, "Sam said standing up, "we should talk to him." He finished and headed towards the doors, Cas and Michael not far behind.

"Good 'cause I could use a drink," Dean said as he hurried after them.

The journal entries were the most fun to write. I hope you enjoyed them, they will continue to provide more back story as the story continues.