It's early morning Dean wakes up in a Mood and lets out a heavy sigh, grabs a beer out of the fridge, and pops it open, taking a swig and already contemplating life. He leans on the main table and looks down at the file Sam had been working on the night before. Not too long after, Sam wakes up already having his nose stuck in a new book he had ordered from Amazon on Greek Myths and Gods. Sam's mind works on autopilot as he grabs a cup of coffee and sits down at the table as well, not even taking his eyes off the book for a glance.
Dean huffs "Sam, I haven't even seen you lift your nose out of that damn book since midnight!" He says, taking another swig and waiting for Sam's response.
"Uh Huh….and?" Sam answers back, taking a sip of his coffee, and slightly flinching back as it was still hot and steaming. He still keeps his eyes on the book and his finger over the chapter marker.
Dean sighs and rolls his eyes, and continues to look at the rising horizon through the motel windows.
"What are you even reading anyways?" He questions curiously. "You're acting like it's the best next thing to sliced bread," Dean adds, following with a small snicker to his joke.
Sam sighs and puts down his book and lightly closes the hardcover, and pulls the chapter marker to keep it from falling out of the book.
"It's on Greek Gods and Mythology. Thought I oughta change it up a bit." Sam shrugs and lightly blows on his coffee, hoping to shield his tongue from another surprise heatwave. He takes a sip and leans back in the chair and looks up to Dean.
"Find anything on that church case?" He questions, setting down his mug and opening up the small file. Inside are a bunch of unorganized papers and notes from the interviews and calls. Dean puts one hand on the table and leans in, crossing his legs with his beer still in hand.
"I haven't found anything. Minus it being in the middle of nowhere, there is like…..nothing in the case minus a few sightings; But that's pretty much it." Dean pauses and bites his lip a little bit and gets deep into thought.
Sam takes a deep breath and looks out the window as the sky settles on a yellow-to-red ombre, and the blue from the night is still resting above the morning sunlight. Sam and Dean perk up to the sound of the wooden floorboards creaking, and Cas yawns quietly as he pours the rest of the coffee from Sam's brew into his mug, and takes a content sip.
"Mornin' Cas." Dean greets Cas with a lighthearted tone, and Cas does a small, lighthearted half-wave as a good morning.
Dean gets up from leaning on the table and does a small stretch, being careful not to dump his beer in the process.
"Well, since we all are up now, how about we hit the road in fifteen? Sound good?" He comments as he starts to get ready, sheathing his angel blade, and loading his colt.
"Sounds good," Sam replies.
"I'll second that," Cas adds.
After fifteen minutes, Dean, Sam, and Cas load in all the salt, weapons, and holy water they could fit. Except for Dean's 'Secret' Whiskey stash, which takes up one-third of the trunk space as is.
"Think we got everything?" Dean asks as he looks and counts everything over again.
"Yep," Sam replies.
Dean is driving the Impala while Sam (who is riding shotgun) opens back to his previous chapter that was labeled: Demigods & Ancestry. While Cas too opens a book on mythical creatures.
About two painful hours later, and fifteen song tracks later, Dean gets bored. He peeks up to the rearview and sees Cas leaning back looking out the window, watching the trees pass by, arms crossed. Taking in the scenery.
"How much longer are we going to need to be on this road?" Cas groaned as the gravel pathway had become more unbearable by the minute. He spoke from the back while the sun was still rising across the horizon. His voice has an air of boredom to it.
"Yeah, you got that right." Dean gave a little laugh as he shifted up a gear, letting the engine rev. The sun starts to peek out from the horizon, casting shadows on the road.
He looks at Cas and over at Sam, who was busy reading his book in the meantime.
"Sorry about this, man. The gig we've been hired for is out in the boonies. Nothing but forest and wilderness, miles away from anything remotely close to civilization. At least there are some hotels." He added, trying to sound optimistic, but Cas' expression didn't change from his average angelic stoicism.
He sighed and took the exit, driving off the highway and into a small town, passing by the few houses and a gas station before he reached a sign that reads: 'WELCOME TO SILVER RIDGE.'
Soon enough, the trio reaches their destination, a rundown church that looks like it has been shut down for decades. There are dusty windows that are broken and dilapidated. They get out of the car and look around.
"This looks like one creepy place." Sam looked at the rundown building. "I'm getting the feeling that we might as well get this case done soon as possible."
"Amen to that." Dean pulled out his Colt that is holstered in his waist. "This place looks older than Methuselah." He added with a slight chuckle.
Dean goes up to the entrance of the church with his gun in his hand.
"Think it's haunted? Maybe there are some weird artifacts inside?" Sam questions.
"Who knows Sammy," Dean replies and shrugs lightly.
He opens up the large, old, wooden doors to come across a dim, eerie hallway with cobwebs and dust covering the walls and floors. Dean lets out a groan and peeks over to Sam, then to Cas slightly shrinking back.
"You know what? Angels first." Dean backs up from the threshold and gives Cas a little shove to go first. Sam peers at Dean and gives a confused look, following a raised eyebrow. Dean has his eyes darting from cobweb to cobweb-like he's waiting for one to jump out and attack him.
"Dean, are you afraid of spiders?" Sam can't help but snicker no matter how hard he tries to hold it in.
Dean huffs and rolls his eyes as he holds his colt to his left side. It seems Sam hit a weak spot in him, and Sam's face is of shock and growing amusement.
"Dean Winchester, the same Dean that met literal Death. Went from Hell and back…literally. Is afraid of…spiders?" Sam teases, he can't even imagine his brother, a high-ranked hunter, having Arachnophobia.
Dean tries to keep a straight face but it's obvious how embarrassed and annoyed he is, as his face turns red.
He stares at Sam, who is snickering with a smirk on his face, and gives his brother an icy, death stare that screams "Shut up, Sammy." Cas is observing the two brothers, with a slightly raised eyebrow at the situation.
At this point, Dean had gotten annoyed by the taunts from Sam and looked at him with an icy gaze.
As Cas is pushed in, he immediately stops to glare at Dean, looking annoyed at Dean shoving him. Sam snickers behind him, getting a light punch from Dean when he steps inside.
The place smells dusty and old and it seems empty. Cobwebs are covering the walls and the floor is covered with dust and dirt, with the sunlight piercing through the open windows and doors, casting a pale light through the place.
Dean looks around the place. "I don't like this place." He mumbled, the spider topic was quickly forgotten.
"Agreed," Cas replies, and he slowly pulls out his angel blade to his left hand, hidden by his trench coat.
Dean nods and pulls out a flashlight, shining it around the place as he looks around the place. "Where should we go first?" He questions, as Dean takes glances down every hallway, prepared for a demon. Or worse, a giant spider. He slightly shutters at the thought, and proceeds to follow Sam and Cas down the thin hallways.
Cas and Dean both are on guard, both with their guns and the angel sword, ready for anything to happen. The room was filled with the sound of silence as they looked around. Sam walks around, examining the old furniture, and curiously searching for any possible demon traps, summons, markings, artifacts, etc. Everything looked old and worn out. There are no signs of life anywhere like the place hasn't been touched for decades. Everything is covered in dust and dirt and it feels like time has stopped.
As the three continue walking down the thin hallway, they are met with a three-way intersection. Cas stops and holds up his right hand in a fist, signing to stop.
"Wait," Cas says, glancing back at Dean and Sam.
"What is it Cas?" Sam questions.
"Yeah, why are we stopping in the middle of an empty hallway?" Dean comments as he stands next to Sam with a curious expression.
Dean and Sam scan what could have made Cas want to stop mid-walk. There was nothing else in that hallway, except for a broken cross that was overturned, propped up on the right side of the hallway leaning on the wall.
Dean stops and turns to look at Cas and then back at the broken cross before staring at it for a little longer. "Weird. Maybe that's some sign of something. Who knows?" He shrugged "Shall we continue?" He walked towards the cross, walking past it as he held his gun firmly in his hand. As they continue down the hallway, more old crosses and religious statues can be seen, some overturned like the one from a moment ago while others stand in place, covered in dust. The sound of silence fills the atmosphere as the three continue ahead.
Sam glances over at Cas a few times every so often as he leads down the hallway, angel blade in hand. Sam noticed that the more they proceed down the hallway, the tighter Cas grips his angel blade, and becomes as silent as the oncoming wind.
"Cas, you good?" Dean questions, as he gives a raised eyebrow observing Cas' sudden change in demeanor as well.
"Yes, I'm fine." He responded without looking back. He keeps walking quietly, but he does seem a little distracted by his thoughts as the two can see he keeps glancing at the old religious statues. As they walk a bit further down, Castiel stops and looks at an old portrait hanging on the wall.
The portrait shows an angel with blonde hair and a soft smile as he looks over a few figures below him. He is surrounded by a light in the portrait that shines on him and the people below. An old bible quote is written underneath the portrait in cursive.
"Uh, Cas? Sorry to ruin the moment, but you might want to check this out." Sam says from the other side of the open room. Dean and Cas turn their attention to what was looking and pointing at. Cas' eyes widened. In pure fear. Dean grips his colt a little tighter, and his voice lowers to a whisper.
"Whatever was here. Was very. Very. Pissed off." Dean feels his whole body shutter. As the three glance up at the other huge painting of Jesus surrounded by figures at the bottom. With a huge gash in the center of the painting. Like a lion had clawed at it in pure, fuming rage.
Cas looked up and stared at the painting with a look of shock and horror. The three stand still, looking at the ripped painting for a good few seconds, and Sam, Dean, and Cas take a few steps back.
Dean kept his gun at the ready, looking around nervously and his eyes darting between the walls, ceiling, and floor. "I hate this place already..." He muttered under his breath. "..but this," Dean almost chokes on his words as he shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't think this is just a church." He adds.
There is nothing but silence, no sounds whatsoever. The old church is like a graveyard, an empty and silent place devoid of life and filled with dust and darkness. It's safe to say, the three of them are alone in the place. Sam finally breaks the silence and speaks up.
"Cas, what could cause…this?" Sam gestures to the painting, still slightly wide-eyed.
Cas just stands there silent, grasping his angel blade so tightly his knuckles were turning white. And his face was white as snow like all the color had drained from his body.
Dean looks around the room again in a state of shock and worries, his gun still ready in his hand. He didn't want to know what kind of demon could have caused such a mess. He looked over at Sam, who was also equally horrified by the state of the church. He let out a short sigh before answering the question.
"I don't know, man. I don't know what kind of monster would cause such damage that it is not even recognizable. It must have been a really powerful demon." He responded, trying to hide his fear.
After a long and uneasy silence, Cas finally speaks up in a shaky, and low voice filled with pure fear for his well-being.
"..The sons of God marry the daughters of men—Men turn to wickedness, the earth is filled with violence, and all flesh is corrupted.." Sam and Dean look at Cas with such wide eyes that they almost pop out of their heads.
"That's…. that.." Sam stammers over his words and looks at Dean.
"..The Book of Genesis…" Dean finishes with a shaky breath and slightly trembles in his skin.
"We're not dealing with a demon..we're dealing with a-" Cas cuts Sam off for the answer he was hoping was incorrect.
"A Nephilim…." Cas finishes.
