Hello, my readers! Here is chapter 3. Enjoy!
A Once Twisted Heart
By bluebutterfly2006
** Chapter 3**
Sam and Cas exchanged looks and tried to decide what to say. Crowley on the other hand, watched closely.
"Well, it goes like this. My brother, Dean has been cursed with a disease and needs our help. And..." Sam said, and ceased.
"And?" Layala asked, in wait for more information.
"We was at this old abandon house, checking it out for paranormal activity-ghosts. When Dean found a jar that had black-reddish liquid inside. Suddenly, it felt like an earthquake had happened. In doing so, caused Dean to dropped the jar on the ground; shattering the glass and spilling the contents. Dust blew around and dissolved. Nothing occurred at that moment. As hours passed, Dean transformed into the monster he once was. Last time, Dean was like this he had the Mark of Cain; which in death lead him to be Demon Dean. Holy water didn't cure him, instead it just pist him off. Not sure about Holy fire, though. Somehow this is familiar, but different." Sam specified.
"Hold on! I get the Holy water, but Holy fire?" Layala asked.
"Holy fire was something I found. When I researched to get rid of a infection that I and many others had. It was caused by the darkness." Sam responded.
"So, you are telling me that this Dean fellow, your brother had been cleanse from a formally ailment. Then, you guys was notified of something supernatural at a place, in which you and him checked out. Dean found a jar filled with black-red substances. It broke, and splattered out the stuff. At that time, no changes. Hours elapsed, and Dean wasn't himself. He had turned to a once known monster." Layala repeated, as she went through what Sam had said. Layala nodded as she understood.
"Yeah, that's about it." Sam replied.
Sam didn't want to go into deep details about the entire situation of the Mark Of Cain. That subject was still sore to him. He didn't know why. The story he provided was enough.
Layala didn't like the sound of this. Sam had just shown her the place on a map with his phone of where they visited. Her blue eyes grew wide and she spoke.
"DAMN IT! We are in deep shit! That stuff spilled was known as the darkness and the Sea Witch, Kaychi's mixture. I had heard about it, but I never believe in it, til now!"
"The darkness isn't here on earth anymore. She is now with her brother, enjoying family time." Cas mentioned.
"True. It must have been before that. The Sea Witch has always wanted the opportunity to be the next big bad." Layala indicated.
"Oh, great!" Crowley spoken sarcastically.
"I thought the Sea Witch lived underwater?" Sam questioned.
"She can be on land too!" Layala and Crowley said in unison. Additionally, Layala finished with. "The Sea Witch imprisons souls, turning them into pets, sea-ground creatures forever. If you fail at your tasks-desires, the punishment is this."
"Was it worth it?" Cas asked.
"What did you have to give up?" Crowley asked.
"I guess it's worth it. I gave up my warrior skills. It's hard to explain. I lost my ability to hunt. I don't know why she would want that skill? Also, it makes me awkward on land, but I will get use to it...Now what?"
"I don't know what else to do!" Sam stated.
"How about trying the last thing you did? I mean, you mentioned that this time you got closer?" Layala suggested.
"It won't work. It's been done so many times!" Sam responded, doubtful.
"Well, that was before I came into the picture. Let's give it a try?! What ya say?" Layala pressured, gently.
"All right." Sam said, defeated.
Sam reached into his pocket and recovered a piece of paper. Next, he handed it to Cas. In mid grasp, he asked. "Cas, could you please get the following items on here for the spell."
"Sure, Sam." Cas replied.
"Here, we go again!" Crowley stated, aggravated.
Sam and Cas ignored Crowley. The only movement between them was a slight nod. Follow by, a flap of his wings and Cas was gone.
"Spell?!" Layala asked, befuddled.
"A summoning spell. To bring Dean to us." Sam specified.
"Then what, when he's here?" Layala questioned.
Sam didn't say a word, he was trying to figure out that part.
After the rain had ceased. It was time to leave and Crowley made sure they knew it too.
"It's stopped raining! We need to go!"
Crowley couldn't leave, yet. Not, until the close was clear of Dean's subjects wanting to capture him.
Layala remained silent, letting all what happened sink in. She hope that if she waited long enough the answer to her quest would be reveal. All the Sea Witch told her was that her purpose would be announced to her, when it was time. Then, the Sea Witch let out a devilish laughter. In doing so, made Layala doubt that it was actually true.
Sam had a guess what Layala's so call purpose was and he didn't like it one bit. She shouldn't have to do what's expected. Furthermore, he went to the door and opened it. Sam glanced out at the halted rain drops. In a stern voice he said, "Let's go!"
The coast was cleared as they started out the door, or so they thought.
"Going somewhere? NAH! I don't think so! Came a voice, a demon with his eyes shaded black at the first glimpsed.
"Cooper?" Crowley asked, but the demon didn't answer, or look his way.
"Let me guess? Dean sent you?!" Sam questioned, as he secretly sneaked to retrieved the demon blade.
In a swift movement, Sam had stabbed the demon's chest with the blade; not giving him time to reply. A streak of gold and red lightening flashed through the entire body where the knife penetrated at. At that instant, the body fell to the ground.
"Some challenger, Dean! I know you can do better than that!" Sam mumbled to himself.
"What the- Was that?" Layala asked, terrified.
"Cooper, Cooper, Cooper! You was never the smart one out of the bunch. Such a pity! I was starting to like the dim-wit bastard." Crowley said in a tsk voice and sighed.
"That was a demon." Sam answered, Layala's question. Thereafter, Sam went over to the lifeless body and in a rapid jerk motion recovered the knife.
"And also was a subject of mine." Crowley added.
"What a demon?" Layala responded. She had heard of these devious devils. She faced Crowley and asked, "You're one of these so called Demons, too?"
"Yes. King, actually." Crowley pointed out, proudly.
Layala stared at them both, confusedly. A demon, angel and a hunter working together. What sort of world did she stepped into. That wasn't the information given to her about the three.
"Its a long story." Sam replied, as he noted her expression, and headed to the ship.
Crowley stayed to see what exactly Layala was up to. He had no trust in her at all.
The trip on the ocean waves took no more than two days to arrived on shore. Everyone was quiet, exhausted mainly. Sam couldn't wait to be home in a accustomed place; the Impala. Sam couldn't wrapped his head around the facts on hand. Dean didn't have the black marking like before and he was immune also. But now it's hard to tell with the Sea Witch's special ingredient. What had possessed Dean to rule hell anyways? That wasn't even him when he was demon dean. There's Layala mysterious journey that was in the wind, for now. Without thinking, Sam made it to the Impala.
"I'll keep in touch. Gotta take care of an important issue." Crowley spoke and vanished.
Sam wheeled back from the car and noted that Layala was scared and stiffed at the black beautiful beast in front of her.
"It's okay and safe. We humans call this a car. This is something humans ride on land to get them places." Sam said, kindly and thought. 'She knew of boats, but not cars?'
"Oh, I get it! Like mermaids use whales at times to take us places" Layala replied, gleeful.
"Um...Yeah." Sam said, puzzled. He opened the door for her to take a seat.
The drive took all night and was filled with silence. By this time, Layala had went ahead and put something more comfortable on. Sam had tried to start an conservation, but it was small talk.
'Poor girl! This must be overwhelming for her to know she's meant for something, but don't know what.' Sam thought.
Dean stood by the throne, his view at the so called artwork, but really was in deep thought. He had been trying to figure out this "green light" source and its objective. The previous time of his weakness with the light, flashed and replayed in his mind.
"Sir?" A demon, and an adviser questioned.
"Yeah?" Dean replied in a rough tone.
"Cooper- Well, he failed. Sire?"
"I figured." Dean said with no surprise in his voice. He went to an wooden design, small table. Once again, he picked up the whiskey bottle. About the time he was going to pour some into the shot glass, Dean decided to guzzled it down.
"Sir, what's the next action ahead?" The demon, adviser inquired.
Dean took another drink, he felt the burn as it slide down his throat. He didn't uttered a word, for this was his peaceful moment.
More to come...