A/N: Cas appears here! Sorta!
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It turned out Shoures broke more than a few ribs and his arm when Qui-Gon slammed that dresser against him. A rib punctured a lung, which resulted in Shoures nearly drowning in his own blood. He also obtained a cracked femur, bruised kidneys and knocked two teeth. No injury to his spine, thank goodness, but it did require him to be immersed in a bacta tank for a few days.
Qui-Gon suffered a concussion and a cracked skull. While the healers said there was no indication of brain damage, he will be unconscious for at least a week.
Obi-Wan only suffered from a dislocated shoulder, a light concussion and endless amount of thick bruises. There was a spot on his back that ached horribly no matter how he moved.
He had yet to get into contact with Coruscant. The best he could do was pay off a deliver ship to relay the message once it got out of Canter's electrical atmosphere. The message was short and to the point: Demon attack. Qui-Gon and Shoures out of commission. Send help.
So here he was. A Padawan without a master, on a planet he didn't know, being hunted by something he barely understood.
And he was pissed.
More than once he had to go on his knees to meditate the anger away. He couldn't afford to lose his temper now. It was more than the frustration he felt about the visions/memories. That he could handle.
It was the fact that it felt like someone was watching him, pulling the strings from behind the curtain. Like that black haired, blue eyed man. It took Obi-Wan hours to remember where he'd seen the man before.
At the park on Coruscant. That meant this man had been watching Obi-Wan, following him. Saved him, Obi-Wan remembered before he lost conscious. All it took was a touch and the demon burned right out of Shoures.
Was he even human? There were plenty of alien humanoid species, but as Obi-Wan delved into his own memories, brought up the face in full definition, the man was clearly human. No pointed ears, no odd coloration of the skin; just a five o' clock shadow and a soft cleft chin.
And Obi-Wan was determined to find this guy.
Before he left, he drew the Devil's trap on the ceiling right above the doors to Shoures' and Qui-Gon's rooms. For added affect, he didn't know why, he took the salt the healers gave him for his meal and made an unbroken line across the window. He'd only hope nobody would notice his art projects and clean it up.
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His first visit was to Ah-pril. The kid talked to him once, probably will again. But his mother wouldn't have it.
"No," she said, pressing the door closed. "I've had enough of you Jedi interrogating him. He needs to forget this and move on."
"Ma'am, please."
"No," she stated and closed the door on him.
Okay, plan B.
Obi-Wan went back to where they first found the Devil's Trap- it was now gone, washed away- and began to ask some of the local residents if they ever saw a blue eyed, black haired human hanging around.
"No," said the restaurant owner.
"No," said the old man sitting on his porch.
Obi-Wan's spirits actually lifted for a brief second when the homeless man said, "Yes," but then he frowned and said, "Wait… no."
"I've seen him."
Obi-Wan looked over tiredly at prostitute. She was already walking towards him, allowing her green tentacles to sway in bounce with her hips. "I can tell you where he is… for a price."
Of course… Obi-Wan gave her a sarcastic smile. He knew this wasn't of his own character, but at the moment he didn't care. He was too tired to deal with bullshit. "Of course you do." He turned away.
"Black hair, blue eyes, wears a tan coat?"
Obi-Wan stopped in his tracks. He hadn't mentioned the coat to anyone. He turned back to her.
She grinned knowingly at him. "Fifty credits."
Obi-Wan waved his hand over her. "You will tell me what I need."
She scowled at him. "Now the price just rose to a hundred credits. My kind isn't affected by your magicks, Jedi."
Without another word he passed over the necessary credits.
She smugly shoved the funds into her back pocket. "There's this temple down the street. I saw your guy coming out of it once. Dunno if he goes there or anything."
Not much, at least was something. "Thank you," Obi-Wan bowed politely at her.
She wiggled her hips at him. "You wanna…?"
I don't pay for it. Instead, he said, "No, thank you."
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The Temple, as it were, was nothing more than a small space stuffed in some obscure corner. It was very humbling, almost on the verge of pathetic. Obi-Wan went inside, keeping his eyes out for the black haired man.
The temple had just enough space for two rows of pews, a table for praying candles (only about ten) and another table held the symbol of the temple's worship: a small silver cross. There was only two other people inside, the Bishop and a woman praying.
"Hello," The bishop greeted him. "I am Bishop Dasani. How may I be of service?"
"Hello sir," Obi-Wan bowed politely to him. "I am looking for a man who may have come here. Human, with black hair, blue eyes, wears a tan coat?"
Dasani smiled sadly to him. "I'm sorry. I don't know anyone or remember anyone of with those characteristics."
Obi-Wan resisted the urge to sigh loudly. Perhaps the prostitute lied to him? "Thank you anyways," he muttered. He glanced over at the silver cross. "Do you mind if I…?"
"Please," Dasani smiled to him, gesturing with a sweep of his arm to walk in further. "If it brings you peace, my son, I won't hold you."
The only other worshipper there was a very old woman. She had her head bowed and her hands were laid across her lap. For a moment, Obi-Wan thought she was asleep. He took a seat and bowed his head, his eyes trained on the silver cross.
Obi-Wan didn't know why he didn't just leave. The Jedi didn't have a religion, but they were respective to others and did not mock or sneer or debate. The Bishop didn't demand anything of him and really, he should be getting back to Qui-Gon and Shoures.
"This temple is the last of its kind."
Obi-Wan nearly jumped out of his skin. He banged his elbow against the back of the pew, the noise causing the old woman to jerk awake for a second- thus confirming the Jedi's suspicions- and fell back asleep with a snore.
Sitting right next to Obi-Wan was the man he was looking for. "You…!"
The man stared sadly at the silver cross, ignoring Obi-Wan's shocked look. "By the end of the month, the lease will end and this temple will become nothing more than a storage place for the business down the street." He closed his eyes. "Thousands of years of history will be gone within a blink of an eye."
"Who are you?" Obi-Wan demanded, curling his hand around his saber.
The man finally turned to him. "I've kept my distance because I promised a friend long ago that I would."
"You will tell me…"
"My name is Castiel."
Cas.
Obi-Wan bit down on his own tongue to keep that word from sprouting out of his mouth. He nearly said it. It sounded so familiar and old and safe and he wanted to say it.
He physically swallowed before he could speak again. Castiel had already turned back towards the front, staring at the cross. "Are you the one who drew that Devil's Trap in the alley?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Mostly to see if it still worked."
Obi-Wan frowned at that. "You can exorcise demons with a touch-"
"You misunderstand me," Castiel said. His voice was so low and deep, it sounded like it hurt when he spoke. "I wasn't sure if the rules and regulations of the old world would still work. I needed to be sure."
This was such a weird conversation. "Are you the one who keeps sending me these… visions of demons?"
"No."
Just no. No explanation and it was frustrating Obi-Wan greatly. "Do you know who?"
"I do."
"…mind telling me?"
"You're not ready for it."
Obi-Wan had never been one to resort to violence, but Castiel was just asking for it. Instead of lashing out, the Padawan took a deep breath and calmed himself. "In the alley," he began. "You called me Dean. Why?"
Castiel frowned. "That… that was a slip of the tongue. I apologize."
"Slip of the tongue, my ass. You called me that for a reason. Why?"
"I can't-"
"Cas."
Castiel tensed. Taking the moment, Obi-Wan pleaded, "Cas… please, tell me what's going on."
Castiel never took his eyes off the cross. "This temple was built to worship two brothers. One born of light, one born of dark."
Obi-Wan wasn't sure if this is Cas' way of explaining things or if he was just dickin' around. "Why bother worshiping the brother of dark?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Because he never submitted to the dark, just like his brother never submitted to the light."
"Then why worship either?" Obi-Wan glanced at the cross, then glanced back at Castiel. He was gone.
No indication from the Force came to him. No catching the sight of Cas' back as he dashed out the front door. Castiel was just gone.
Obi-Wan felt like cursing. He would have too, if it wasn't so blasphemous.
He stood, shoved his hands inside the sleeves of his cloak to keep himself from lashing out in anger. He nearly ran over the Bishop on his way out the door. "Oh! Excuse me, young one."
"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan muttered, moving out of the way to let Dasani pass.
"Thank you. Were you able to gain any enlightenment?"
"Yes," he lied. He paused, then asked, "Sir, may I ask why your religion revolves around two brothers?"
The Bishop smiled at him. "According to legend, a child of light was born and a child of dark was born. One was destined to kill the other. And they didn't want to."
"And that started a religion?"
Dasani chuckled softly. "You're a Jedi, yes? Your kind believes if things were meant to happen, it'll happen?"
"It's not as simple as that, but yes."
"Our religion follows a different path. We believe we can make our own choices, regardless of a higher power telling us differently."
"For many other religions, that sounds very blasphemous."
"That is perhaps why this Temple is dying," Dasani sighed. "The true meaning behind the brothers has been lost over the years and not even I know the whole back story. Not their names or how it ended."
"Then why do you worship them?"
"Because I am a man who believes in free will."
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A/N: I can't believe how many people are liking this story. I only expected maybe one or two reviews for every other chapter. Because seriously? The thought of Obi-Wan doing a demon exorcism is so silly. I write it because it's so delightful even though I admit how lame it probably is. Even more, since there's only like, ten fics in the SPN/Star War section, I didn't expect readers at all.
But then, all of sudden you guys are saying how much you enjoy this. It's so silly but since it's making you guys happy to read, who the hell am I to say if it's good or bad? It makes you happy and in turn, it makes me happy. I know what it's like to be a fan of things and how happy it makes me when I indulge, so I know where you guys are coming from. Be this a guilty pleasure or whatever.
You guys have been awesome. Seriously.
R/R, please.