Hey everyone I hope you enjoy chapter 2 as much as I love writing it.
"Thank goodness. It took him long enough to leave!" Celeste declared as she carefully placed the book on the table. Butterflies of excitement were beckoning her to start reading it as soon as possible, but she was also anxious to tell the boys of her plan. "Guys I think we should throw my uncle Cas a surprise party. Nothing too over the top or fancy, but getting him a few small gifts wouldn't hurt oh and a cake! Something special you know. I couldn't imagine never having celebrated a birthday before." Sam grinned and enthusiastically said,
"That's sounds like a lovely idea Celeste. Actually if you remember before you came to us I don't think you would have really celebrated a proper birthday either." Dean grinned and added,
"You were bouncing around like an almost fully-grown puppy," Celeste rolled her eyes at Dean's pun, who was smirking at his 'pure genius' moment; he wanted to relish in this feeling forever. However, there was a party to plan.
"How about we make a list?" Sam offered and the group mused this for a moment before agreeing whole heartedly so long as Sam made it. "And what are you lazy asses going to be doing?"
"Don't call me an ass, moose! And I will be contributing ideas and agreeing, but most likely disagreeing with yours as I read this delightful piece of history that my uncle wishes to share with me." Celeste retorted primly and giggled as Sam shook his head and pretended to be wounded by coining her father's term; moose.
Celeste picked up the book and began to delve into a world that was described so vividly it seemed to come alive around her when in truth it belonged to a completely different era. Sam and Dean had been attempting to and failing to brainstorm any decent ideas. Or Celeste shot their hopes down with a wave of her hand as their ideas did not exist in her vision.
"Ooh! I know. We could have a bunch of classic party games, but like put a modern twist on them. So like rather than having pin the tail on the donkey. We could have pin the tail. On Lucifer!" Dean's sudden outburst or 'epiphany' moment was met with joyful laughter from Sam. Whilst Celeste was desperately trying to control her own laughter that was beginning to bubble.
"No way Dean. This is my uncle Cas we are talking about. I think he would not understand the joke and he would find it offensive."
Celeste knew that if she relented and allowed Dean to set in motion his absurd idea many more would form and chaos would ensue. Unless she was the one orchestrating said chaos the party would be a total flash in the pan. And she wanted this party to give her uncle a positive experience. Dean sulked momentarily and muttered a few choice words under his breath. However, another idea formed and he blurted out,
"Fine. What about if we have a Lucifer piñata? I mean everyone loves candy right? Which reminds me we should hire Gabe as our party planner."
Celeste shook her head at Dean to indicate she thought he was an idiot without having to be rude by stating the fact aloud. And as much as she adored her eccentric uncle Gabriel she knew deep down he would blow the party way out of proportion. And that she would lose all of her self-control and would be swept along the crazy train. Gabriel would be the conductor.
"No Dean. I would love to have my uncle Gabe here, but you know what he is like. I don't want uncle Cas' party to be turned into a scene from casa erotica." Celeste returned her attention to the book.
"Damn it. Sammy could have been the pizza man." Dean muttered light-heartedly and smirked at his younger brother, who was scowling at him.
Celeste giggled and Sam threw one of the crumpled pieces of paper that were strewn across the motel room. Ducking and evading it, Sam groaned at his lack of precision as Celeste sent him a smug look.
The entire motel room had entered a period of silence once more and no new magnificent ideas had spawned. Celeste noticed with her sharp eyes that one of the pages in her book seemed to be sealed. It appeared to have been sealed with a white substance that had become solid. Curiously Celeste scratched it with a finger nail. 'I wonder?' Celeste thought to herself. What possible secrets could be guarded by this sealed off page? Could it be one that endangered the world? Or perhaps it depicted a battle that was so violent Heaven deemed it too brutal and painful to share? However, Celeste could not help but break this barrier. If her uncle Cas was aware of the sealed page surely he would never have trustingly handed her the book? In fact was this book even supposed to be in her possession right now? Celeste shuddered at the thought of Iofiel finding out and the repercussions that entailed. It was her best friend's duty to protect Heaven's archive, but what if her uncle Cas had somehow managed to gain access without permission and stole this divine text. Iofiel would be furious and no doubt her suspicions would rest on Celeste's shoulders. Pushing these thoughts to the back of her mind Celeste allowed her nails to transform into claws and she slit open the sealed page. What met her made her gasp in disbelief.
"No fucking way!" Celeste grinned giddily and her eyes poured other every detail of the picture.
"Celeste! Mind your language dude," Sam groaned. Even though he knew Celeste was old enough to swear in human years, in angel years she would still be regarded as a child. 'Must be her demon side creeping in' Sam thought to himself.
Rolling her eyes Celeste smiled as Sam walked over to see what had evoked such a reaction from her.
"Is that Cas?" Sam exclaimed as he eyes turned into beanstalks.
Celeste smiled and nodded. The page showed Castiel with a cold expression on his face and clasped in both hands was a magnificent sword that he pointed towards the sky. His eyes seemed to contain embers of a dancing flame and Celeste wondered when this moment was captured. Had her uncle been about to go into battle?
Reading the enochian text slowly, Celeste absorbed every word and secured them in her heart. This single page was an open window into the life that her uncle had once lived; the life of a warrior that had been recognised in this sacred piece of text. Why would someone seal this page? Was it an act of jealousy? Or was it something far more deep seeded? Celeste traced her finger along the page and smiled dreamily. Her head was filled with her uncle using this glorious sword in battle. Slashing down demons and other evil beings. Restoring order to a chaotic, war torn world. Suddenly, Celeste's eye caught the caption and her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
Sam after gasping at the page in disbelief had wandered over and sat down on the fabric torn couch and logged into his laptop. Celeste crept over and before Sam became aware of the presence behind him she placed two fingers on his forehead sending him into a deep sleep. Leaping over the couch Celeste grabbed his laptop and began to type in the name of the sword: Albion.
Clicking onto a page Celeste read about the lore of Albion and how the sword was meant to be bestowed onto a person when they had proven themselves worthy of being called a warrior. It was a tradition that had been carried out for generations both by knights and other supposedly celestial beings. However, the sword was somehow lost during a battle and it was rumoured to have ended up in the infamous temple of Akon.
"The temple of Akon. Great! Translation meaning the temple of rust and fallen heroes." Celeste moaned aloud.
In her experiences on this Earth whenever the word fallen was mentioned it generally meant something was not quite right. This temple seemed to be a place where the great names of the past had decomposed and had rusted away as they armour and equipment had. Basically this temple was used as a dumping ground when the memories of the past deemed too painful to be displayed in the light. In that moment Celeste felt a burning in her heart and could sense the pride her uncle must have felt when he held that sword for the very first time. She knew what she would have to do.
Without waiting for permission Celeste took to the skies and flew to her destination. Most likely Sam and Dean were going to kill her, but she honestly didn't care. Surely they were more than capable of arranging a party for her uncle by themselves? Besides if Celeste could get her hands on this sword it would be a meaningful present and worth the eternal grounding she would likely receive from her uncle when she presented it to him.
Taking a deep breath Celeste entered the gaping mouth of the temple and submerged into the gloom. She felt a tingling sensation travel through her veins. Her legs buckled and she collapsed onto the stony ground, the world vanished from her eyes.
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