_Author's Note_

Hi guys! I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've just been incredibly busy lately.

Along with that, It was my birthday on the 16th and I'm now legally able to go see a rated R movie on my own. Hahaha

Also I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas, or if you don't celebrate it, I hope you had a wonderful Holiday season. :)

So, as a closing statement, it would be a wonderful birthday and/or Christmas gift if I got more comments/reviews and maybe fanart?! =D

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's not super long (but not too short), it was going to be, but I split it. Haha! Things are about to get crazy from here on! Good luck! Haha!

Enjoy!

_Chapter 19_

"Stygian Iron"

Sam

"There. Finished," I stepped back to admire the Christmas tree that I had put up. It wasn't much, but it was something. "Oh wait. A topper…" I looked around and after a minute, my eyes landed on Cas sitting on the couch with his forearms leaning on his thighs. He looked up at me and I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

"I don't believe it would hold my weight, Sam," I couldn't tell if he got the joke or not. I chuckled.

"I don't understand Bobby! I mean, who could've put it there then?!" Dean's voice sounded behind Bobby with Jody, still in their party wear. They walked in and Dean in an old t-shirt and jeans walked in assisting a very pale Trinity, with blood stuck in her hair, and smudged here and there from where it had obviously tried to have been removed. She wore her leather jacket and wrinkled sweatpants and had her arms around my brother's back and side. It took them a while to get through the threshold, she was barely able to walk. I stood, mouth gaping, questions racing through my head.

Trinity almost wiped out and Dean tightened his grip on her. He insisted she let him carry her the rest of the way, but she denied him, stubbornly "No, I've got this," she was very breathless.

"Um, what the hell happened?" They were just supposed to go to a party and have some fun for once.

At the same time Dean and Trinity both spoke.

"Dean sang."

"Gorgon attack."

"Wait," I shook my head, confused, "What?"

Trinity gave me a devilish smile and laughed, but it turned into a dry cough. Dean shook his head and helped her sit down on the couch that Cas had stood up from when they walked in. He also had a shocked expression on his face.

"Turns out our hostess was a gorgon," Bobby informed me standing to my side with Jody. He was holding something long wrapped in a table cloth, blood seeping through.

I looked to Jody.

"Don't look at me! I didn't know, I'm just as surprised as you."

My chin still dropped, I blinked. "So... what, happened?"

"She went all berserk and I took a few inches off of her height," Trinity gave me a wink and held onto my brother's hand. She looked over at Cas, seeing his worried expression, "It's ok, I'm fine," she was still had labored breathing.

"For the most part," Dean looked down at her. She squeezed his hand.

I walked quickly over to the young woman that had become a little sister to me. I took her face in my hands and checked it over, opening her eyes a little, pulling her hair back. There was a thin line across one cheek that was like a minor burn and there were some small scrapes. Her neck had a quick bandage with two big dots of blood underneath along with a few small ones surrounding it, like a… bite wound. Leaving one hand on her cheek, I checked her arms and they had small scratches and bruises forming. She had bandages wrapped around her small wrists and where her shirt was pulled up some, I saw more bandages on her torso as well.

I was apparently zoned out, giving her a checkup, because I didn't even hear her trying to get my attention and putting her other hand that wasn't grasping Dean's on my forearm. "Sam, hey, Sam. Sam Winchester? You who," she took a needed breath, "Hey, buddy," I finally looked up at her tired, but bright eyes, "It's okay, I'm okay," she lifted her freezing hand up to the side of my face, pushing back some of my hair, "I'm fine," she looked into my eyes.

The look in hers said otherwise, but I dropped my hands and held her small, icy one. I gave her a weak smile and she grinned, "See? It's not that bad." With probably more effort than she really had, she leaned forward and planted a cold-lipped kiss my cheek. She leaned back squeezing her eyes shut and letting a deep breath out.

"What is that?" Cas spoke up behind me. We all looked at him and when I turned I saw him staring at Bobby. Well, not Bobby, but what he was holding.

"It's what Lancelot over there used to behead our welcoming hostess," he began unfolding the cloth. It revealed a bloody, black iron sword, spotted here and there with engraved protective symbols and script in Latin.

"What, is that?" I repeated Castiel's question.

"Not sure yet, but-"

"Stygian Iron,' Cas interrupted walking towards Bobby.

Breathlessly, "Wait, what? Like, as in, The, Styx?" Trinity spoke up.

"That's the one," he muttered grabbing the hilt of the katana style sword and examining it.

"Hold on, you're talking Greek myths right?" Dean questioned.

"Exactly."

I turned to Dean, confused, "This doesn't make any sense."

"I know," he agreed, but then got a cheesy smile and looked at me grinning, "It's all Greek to me," he elbowed me and chuckled.

I just looked at him.

His grin turned into an awkward face, "Sorry. Timing, right."

I shook my head and looked back at Cas. "How did a sword that was supposedly dipped in the River Styx, that's in the Greek Underworld, find its way here?"

"Do you remember when I told you both about the many Weapons of Heaven?"

Dean and I nodded.

"Do you also remember when I told you that religions and beliefs intermix and cross paths?"

We once again nodded.

"This is one of those. I suppose you could also call it a Weapon of Hell as well though, since it originates from the Underworld, the Greek parallel of Hell."

"Still, don't get why I just so happened to find it in a house with a gorgon that obviously didn't put it there," Trinity said matter-of-factly, breath still somewhat strained.

Cas gave Trinity a strange look I had seen before, but then looked to me and my brother, "I don't understand that part. But I don't believe it was put there by accident," his eyes flicked back to the shivering body on the couch. I looked down to her and her eyes trained on Cas and the sword, grew wide and worried. But the look disappeared just as fast as it had come.

"It hasn't been used in millennia. Actually," he examined the blade, "I'm not sure if this particular one has ever been used. It's almost as if it has just been recently forged," his face twisted in confusion. He walked back over to us on the other side of the couch.

He lifted Trinity's cold fingers and placed them on the sword, "But I do believe it is your now. Whatever the reason, it appeared to you."

"Couldn't this be a trap though?" Dean looked at Cas.

"Anything could be a trap right?"

"I don't think she should use it right now. Who knows what kind of voodoo mojo crap could be plastered on that thing!"

"I'm sure she can deal with it if it is!" Cas raised his voice against Dean's.

"I'm not risking her life for a stupid piece of metal, Cas!"

"Dean! You don't understand how pow-"

"Hey!" Trinity yelled and shut them both up. She looked at me for support and I shrugged and gestured for her to go on. Rolling her eyes she continued. "I'm pretty sure I can speak for myself, okay?" She looked to Cas with urgent, warning, almost angry, eyes, "If you two would have let me speak," she turned to Dean, her eyes letting some of that emotion disperse, "I could have said that I don't think I should use it-"

"Ha!" Dean jutted a finger to Cas.

"Dean, shut, up," she sighed.

"But, I do think that it should stay here. In case of an emergency," she looked back to Cas, "Like Cas said, this probably isn't a coincidence. We can keep it around and find out more about it."

She took a deep breath and paused, looking back and forth between the angel and her boyfriend.

"I agree," I spoke up. "Who knows, nothing could be wrong with it and now we have a super cool sword in our arsenal."

"Right, 'cause that's our luck," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Now it'd be awesome if someone could escort me to my bedroom, for I am done for the night."

Dean went forward, but I put a hand on his shoulder. "I got it," I said quietly. He hesitated and then nodded. He was exhausted and I could tell.

I bent down and scooped Trinity up in my arms, she wrapped her arms around my neck and I headed up the stairs.

As we ascended she whispered in my ear, "I love the tree, Sam," and rested her head against the crook of my neck. Against my skin, "It's beautiful," I could feel the smile of her lips on my skin.

I smiled and tilted my head down and planted a small kiss on her temple.

By the time I got to her room she was passed out and quietly snoring. I gently placed her on her bed and covered her with the sheets. Most of the blood was gone, and she had clean, well, cleaner, clothes on, so I figured she could wash up tomorrow when she had more strength.

I stood up and took a step back watching her breathing slow down and her face relax. She could look so young and helpless sometimes. I couldn't help the thought of something happening to her from barging into my mind. It would break me and destroy my brother, I knew it would. And then I imagined it being our fault, a hunt gone wrong, something, and, well, I don't know. I don't know how we'd deal.

Trinity

I woke up to see the bright morning sun shining through the dusty curtains. I yawned and sat up, with very little pain this time. I looked at my wrists and the bandages were gone, but there were white scars from Penelope's salty claws. I reached up and felt a small mark from her toxic tongue on my cheek. I lifted up my jacket to see those bandages missing from my torso and scars there too. All of the other minor scratches and bruises were nowhere to be seen.

"I healed what I could."

I gasped and looked to the corner of the room where a sad looking Cas sat in the window seat staring outside.

"Thank you," I threw my legs over the side of the bed. I walked over to him and sat down on the opposite side of the window bench. I leaned over and checked to make sure neither of the boys were outside the door. With furrowed brows, I quietly said, "What were you thinking down there last night, Cas? You almost mentioned it."

"I know," he looked down at his hands, "I'm so sorry. I don't know. Sometimes I forget that they still don't know."

"I know. There's always that little voice in the back of my head, and I constantly have that sinking feeling of guilt… eating… away at me. I want to tell them, I really do. But I just, I can't, Cas, I can't," my head fell. I felt a hand grasp mine.

I lifted my head to see Cas's bright blue eyes burrowing into my soul. "We'll find a way. I promise."

Whether he was talking about finding a way to tell them, or finding a way out of my own personal little Hell hole, I don't know. But I nodded and squeezed his hand back.

After several seconds, he softly spoke after looking to the doorway making sure once again that no one was there. "I know you know where that sword came from, don't you."

"I have a hunch. But I was hoping it was wrong."

He just looked at me with sorrowful eyes.

"I'm not, am I?"

"Sadly, no. It is from Lucifer."

"How though? He's in the cage!" I started to get louder, but dropped my voice back down, "There's no way he himself could have actually put it there."

"I know. So do you remember right after Raziel I searched for the angels who led him to you?"

"Yeah.

"Well, they told me things that didn't make any sense then. But I put together last night while you were sleeping."

Cas

…

"Please! Please! Have mercy! Don't kill us, Castiel!" Harahel and Bath Kol both whimpered at once over and over again.

I stood over the two young angels. Harahel's vessel was a mid-twenties man in a grey sweater vest and suit jacket. He had pale hair and glasses. His grey eyes pleaded. I could assume this man was a librarian. Bath Kol was in a vessel of an early-thirties woman with dark brown hair, deep chocolate eyes and she wore an outfit of a fortune teller.

I understood their choices of vessels, Harahel was one of the angels of knowledge and Bath Kol, prophecy.

I looked down at the cowering beings at my feet. I had found them and brought them to an abandoned lot. They had backed up against one of the stone columns and started begging.

"Silence." I cut them off. I crouched down and looked each of them in the eye. "Why did you send Raziel?"

"Please, Castiel, please," Bath Kol whimpered. I turned from Harahel to her. I gave her an intense gaze and her eyes widened and closed her mouth.

"Why should we tell you?" Harahel asked hiding his fear with fake confidence.

I slid an angel blade out of my sleeve and pointed it at his chest. He sucked in a breath of air. "Oh I don't know…"

"It was Lucifer!" the female angel cried out.

"Bath Kol!" Harahel scorned her.

"I'm sorry!" I didn't know if she was apologizing to the angel beneath my blade or me.

"What do you mean, Lucifer?" I urged her on through Harahel's warning.

She looked to him with tears in her eyes, "he's going to kill us anyway!"

"I might not."

"Not you!" she screeched, "Lucifer! We failed him! We were supposed to get Raziel there to activate the powers of The Evil One! But it didn't work! And now he will kill us and replace us with Allocen! We will burn in Hell if he kills us, Harahel!"

"Where is Allocen?! Why does he need him?!" I pointed the blade to her clavicle.

She was about to speak when I felt a weight fall on top of me, forcing the angel blade into Bath Kol. Her holy emission lit up the night air and I flipped over and landed on top of Harahel. He pulled me down by the side of my trench coat and rolled on top of me. He pinned my wrist holding my blade down, trying to force it out of my grip.

"I'm not dying! She was wrong! We did what we were supposed to do! Raziel is the one who failed and look what happened to him! Lucifer will praise me!"

I let out a low chuckle and he looked shocked and confused, still trying to get my angel blade.

"Have you ever met Lucifer?"

"Well, no, but-"

"He praises no one," I raised my other arm and gave him a left-hook in the jaw. I slid across the gravelly pavement and I stood, rolling my shoulders and walking over to him. He pulled himself backward with his arms, away from me. I kicked him to the ground and pinned him with the blade.

"Why does he need Allocen?"

With a bloody grin, "See you in Hell for working with the Unholy One…" He grabbed my arms and lifted himself up quickly so the blade jammed into his chest.

His life forced shined and I let his body drop to the ground. As I stood up, I realized, Allocen, he was one of the angels that followed Lucifer, he's now a Duke in Hell. But what of use could he be?

Trinity

…

"So, you think it's Allocen who put it there? Like a creepy little elf for Lucifer?"

"I believe so."

"Great. So there's a fallen angel out there, following us, basically an arm of Lucifer, who's so loyal he will do anything for him?"

"Generally."

"Well, what do we do?"

"Right now nothing."

"What? Why?"

"What can we do? Except try to find a way to help you?"

I looked out the window. The sun shined on the windshields of the many cars Bobby had in his lot.

"What about the sword?"

"I think he wants it to be your weapon. You've said you've seen yourself holding a longsword in your visions, correct?"

"Yeah, but why does that matter?"

"I saw inscriptions on it last night, some were Enochian some were Greek. They are meant for power and protection."

"Like I need any of that."

"Trinity, please don't use it."

"I wasn't planning on it, but last night-"

"I know what I said last night, but this news makes me agree with Dean. Even though it's not voodoo mojo, or whatever he called it, it's powerful, and you shouldn't take the chance."

"Right. Yeah. So, what do we do with it?"

"Keep it here, just, don't, don't, touch it."

"Okay. I promise."