I'm back for another chapter! My school work load is going to get crazy soon, so here is the result of today's procrastination!
This chapter is much longer and a little all over the place, but it's got some plot! (That bit took an hour long discussion with a friend)
So if you see any major mistakes, inconsistencies, etc., let me know! This chapter is a bit spontaneous.
Hope you enjoy,
Apples
It wasn't terribly long after the appearance of Lilith that the current prophet stumbled in. The atmosphere immediately thickened with tension. The Keeper noticed immediately.
"I haven't seen a prophet look as washed up since Luke stumbled through my doors."
The poor man looked faintly startled.
"Details aren't always there, are they?" She poured him a glass of whisky, neat.
"How would you know?" he mumbled into his drink.
"Your prophetic tendencies are dulled on this plane of existence. I'm The Keeper, you can call me Ace." She poured a drink for another patron waiting patiently.
"Can I live here?" he jokingly asked.
"Unfortunately, you're needed elsewhere, but you are welcome anytime."
Some of the other patrons stared at the human. A quick glare was all that was needed to send their glares to the bottom of their drinks.
"My name's Chuck."
"Well, Chuck, it's nice to meet you…" She trailed off as he made eye contact. Then she knew. He wasn't a normal prophet. He was a vessel. And he was occupied, but not in the way angels do. No, instead it was a sort of dual occupancy. The soul was very much in control right now, but the pure divinity within was acting as a passive observer. She was tempted to demand where her sister was, but she knew it would do no good. The thing inside of Chuck was very good at non-answers and inactivity. "You've been through one hell of a ride, and I'm afraid it's only gonna get worse."
He groaned in despair.
The Winchesters walked in and as a result, a couple of demons left. They sat next to the prophet.
"Hey, Chuck."
The prophet moaned again, downing his drink just for Ace to refill it.
"What's going on with you two?" She gave them their drinks.
"We're meeting Castiel here. He's being-"
"Angel problems?"
"Well, yeah, actually. You know about them?"
"I'm leaving-" Chuck slapped some money down before shuffling out.
The three of them just blinked after him.
She shook herself out of her stupor and grabbed the empty glass. "Yeah, my sister is sort of one of them."
"Sort of?" Sam scrunched his face in confusion.
"She's like a cousin. Basically an angel, but not really."
"What is she then?" Now Dean looked equally confused as his brother.
The Keeper shrugged. "What am I?"
The two looked at each other, silently communicating, then shrugged. They busied themselves with their drinks.
"It's getting bad out there," She stated, "even from here I can tell. I-" She paused. Neutrality was a tricky thing. Technically, this could influence things, so she shouldn't say anything. Years of abiding by this rule won over. "Just be careful you two. Things are going to get much, much worse."
"If we can't stop Lucifer from rising, yeah, things will be Hell. Literally." Dean gave her a look.
She sighed. "I know. Lilith has been in here gloating." She stopped to mumble something rude under her breath. "I'm surprised Ruby hasn't done the same."
They both snapped their eyes to her.
"Ruby?" Sam questioned. "What about her?"
"What about her? Demons don't like her, I don't like her, angels don't like her." She shrugged. "I wouldn't trust her as far as she could throw me. Which is not at all."
Dean threw Sam a classic 'see?' look.
Sam shrugged in return. "She's not that bad."
The Keeper threw him an incredulous look. "I can smell it on you, Sam. It's not good, no matter what you might think. Demon blood is dangerous. Especially when ingested by something not demon."
His brother's expression grew back into a smug one.
"I don't want to talk about it."
She refilled their empty drinks. "Then don't." She nearly dropped her glass when for the first time in a very long time, an angel walked in, not counting a certain disguised one.
"Slumming it with us common folk?" She quipped as he reached the bar.
He tilted his head. "This isn't a slum, nor are you what would be classified as common."
"And you're too literal, like most of your brothers and sisters."
"I don't think we've met." He eyed her cautiously.
"We have." She narrowed her eyes. "It's not like your kind to just forget."
"No, it's not. That's why I'm certain we've never met."
"It was shortly before the plague was released in Egypt."
"My memories around that time are a little fuzzy," he admitted.
"Someone might have messed with your head," she suggested.
He squinted in thought.
"Cas, you made it!" Dean cheered.
"What did you want?" Straight to the point.
The Keeper left them to their conversation, thinking about the impending apocalypse.
There were many issues that would come up if she tried to directly interfere, mainly a loss of trust from her patrons. But, if she didn't, it would come down to a fight between Lucifer and Michael. If Lucifer won, it really would be Hell on Earth. First it would be humans, then it would be demons and witches and such. Not much would be left. If Michael won, it wouldn't be Hell, but there wouldn't be any life left anyway. If, somehow, they don't fight for one reason or another, the wheels are already set in motion and it would be up to God to interfere. But then the balance would still be off because of His sister.
So if she was going to interfere, it was going to be on a colossal scale. She was going to get her sister back and save the world and all the planes of existence with it, neutrality be damned.
Everyone sensed her change in determination and the whispers increased once more. No one had the courage to ask her what changed.