Title: Isis's Dance

By: L. Burke

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Mujib.

Summary: Jim, Dean, and Caleb are headed to the Middle East for a solo adventure. As they race against time to keep an artifact of incredible power from falling in to the wrong hands. A discovery will be made that will have ramifications for the future of the Brotherhood.

Timeline: Brotherhood AU- Takes place after Tidia's "The Machiavellian Prince". So Sammy will not appear in this story. I'm also hoping to tie in to Ridley's stories, "Facing the Dark", "The In between Place" and, "Great, Beautiful, Terrible Things". Wish me luck.

Author's Notes and Acknowledgments:

I'd like to thank Ridley C. James for allowing me to play in her sandbox. She generously said "Go For it!" when I asked her if I could take them out for a spin.

For this sake of this story I'm playing Templar history a little loosely. I'm also taking a few liberties with sacred geometry, the "Holy Ratio" and how ancient architects and builders used it.

My first Supernatural fan fiction so suggestions and constructive criticism is more than welcome.

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-A Scholar Speaks:-

It is said that life and death dance in a great circle. That life and death are intricately intertwined like lovers. Death stalks us from the very breath we take and life rises from the foulest refuse of death. Circle within circle, within circle. On clear nights you can hear the beat of the cosmos as it dances this sacred spiral of creation and death all around us. Look up at the sky and know at this very moment stars are dying only to be reborn. Death is part of life. It comes for all of us.

What would men pay to break away from this eternal dance you think? What would they pay for one more breath? For one more minute? Would they sell their souls? Turn on their brothers? Destroy nations?

Hear my call, young Guardian.

I am a Scholar of the Brotherhood, and by the power of the rings that binds us together I am calling out to you.

For we have one last quest to fulfill before I can join my brothers in eternal rest.

Come to me.

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Pastor Jim Murphy knew he was going to die.

Being in the business of hunting the supernatural and sending demons back to hell, he thought he had accepted that fact a very long time ago. He had just never pictured dying at the hands of one of his own.

Mainly, the hands of the future Knight of the Brotherhood, Caleb Reaves.

Caleb was going to kill all of them if he didn't slow this hell bent jeep down.

"Boys!" He tried to roar from the back seat over the electric screeching of a group Dean Winchester blasted at ear bleeding decimals called Guns N Roses.

"Boys!" He tried again to make himself heard. The dust the speeding jeep was kicking up was choking.

The only response he received was to have his dear friend Dr. Mujib Raji, fellow expert in antiquities, member of the secret organization known only as the Brotherhood, and overall pain in Jim's ass through the years, to add his voice and start bobbing his head up and down to the ungodly screeching.

Welcome to the jungle indeed.

They were going to die here.

Caleb abruptly reached out and turned down the music. He met Mujib's eyes in the rearview mirror and asked, "So Doc, you really think this is a Brotherhood tomb from the First Crusade?"

"That's what I called Jim in to help confirm. Every one of the bodies found was wearing silver rings." Mujib stated. "The carbon dating of the bones and artifacts in this tomb date it at roughly around the approximate time. If this find is indeed what I think it is. It could very well confirm my theory that the Brotherhood may have inspired the founding of the order that would later become the Knights Templar."

"Mujib always theorized that the founding Templar order requested the site of the Temple Mount after the First Crusade for more than religious reasons," Jim added.

Dean, twisted from where he was riding shot gun to face them, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Ah, so you think the legends are true and they found the Grail there?"

Mujib shook his head, "The legends connecting the Templar order to the Grail didn't pop up until later in the Twelfth century. So it's highly unlikely. If the Templars found the Grail it came into their possession later. I always speculated that an artifact of power was found at the Temple Mount during the First Crusade. I just never thought it was the Templars that found it or the artifact found was the Grail."

"How much further to the tomb?" Caleb asked.

Mujib suddenly smirked in Jim's direction, "The way Jim drives? Two hours. You or I? Forty-five minutes."

Jim stiffened and his eyes narrowed at that remark, "Not all of us drive like maniacs."

Rolling his eyes, Mujib replied, "This from the man that needed to turn around on a busy Egyptian street and did so by hitting reverse at eighty miles an hour."

"The demon chasing us didn't expect it, now did he?" Jim retorted.

Mujib gestured dramatically to Dean and Caleb, "By Allah, as the cars screeched by us, horns blaring, I thought I was going to die. What's worse? He was playing Mozart the whole time. It was horrible. Mozart was the last music I ever thought I'd hear."

"Heaven forbid, I try to introduce you to a little culture," Jim grumbled. "Let's just concentrate on getting there in one piece."

"Indeed," Mujib agreed cheerfully. "We need some traveling music." With mischief lighting up his dark eyes, he turned to Dean and asked hopefully, "You have any Black Sabbath?"

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It was a cave.

Actually it was more like a vertical crack in the mountain side.

Not inspiring at all.

Caleb hoped the inside was more impressive.

"I found this remarkable discovery the same way I found all my others," Mujib informed them cheerfully.

"You got hopelessly lost and fell down a deep hole again?" Jim Murphy replied matter-of-factly.

"Of course," Mujib chirped, "But then I used my yellow Skittles to mark my trail out."

"Skittles?" The pastor turned to his friend in disbelief, "You used Skittles to mark your way back to an important archeological find?"

"It's the Brotherhood. It seemed only fitting I follow a yellow brick road."

Caleb couldn't hold back his laugher any longer when Dean started loudly humming "Over the Rainbow".

Okay, now that he thought about it...

Dean was from Kansas.

Mujib did kind of resemble a Munchkin.

Though that would make Jim a really cranky Glenda, Good Witch of the North.

And from the look that Jim was shooting Dean for his little musical performance. It might be a good time to make like Toto and save Dorothy's ass.

Clearing his throat, Caleb turned to Mujib, "Okay Doc, Jim said you needed an architect to look at this place."

The doctor nodded, "I need you to tell me if Merlin designed it."