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The summer sun was rising slowly. It’s rays blanketed the run down motel room. There are two beds, one with a large, moose like man, and the other, with a squirrel like man.
On the couch there is an Angel, a real, holy, Angel. Though he may not look it, and his actions don’t always seem just, and dignified. His trench coat trailed off the couch, his eyes fluttered for a few moments, before deciding to get up.
He had no need for sleep, so he was forced to wait until morning to bring some very important news to his… friends? Companions? Team? Humans used a multitude of words to describe relationships not too different.
The man stood about a meter distance from the foot of the beds, in the middle of the space between them. Stationed facing them, waiting, they don’t much time to prepare so the sooner they wa-
A muffled groan echos throughout the room as the Squirrel like man tosses and turns a bit, his eyebrows furrow.
The moose like man starts to rise, he’s long since noticed the sun ray’s coming in, but after the last few nights they’ve had he had figured it wasn’t too much a problem to get a couple more minutes of sleep.
“Good morning Cas.” His voice rings out. Castiel looks over at him. The voice was a bit rough, deeper than the man’s normal tone.
“Good morning Sam.” Castiel responds in a bland voice.
Dean shifts a little, and Sam looks over, with one eyebrow rising. The scene isn’t unnatural or unfamiliar.
This morning is no different, Cas waits for them to wake up, and the boys sleep. There is no need for an Angel to sleep, like there is no need of cake for Dean.
Dean slowly grumbles and the rays of a new day force him awake. His eyes don’t flutter like a princesses’s, he doesn’t wake with grace like a gentlemen. He moves slowly, tiredly, and he blinks a little, wishing the sun was an illusion, that it wasn’t morning quite yet.
He’s long known that wishing won’t get him anywhere.
“There is something you both need to know, more accurately, I.. Heaven needs your help.” This stirs interest in the brothers, and though their mind is a bit foggy from sleep, they snap to attention.
“Heaven, needs our help?” The younger one says, long tired of heaven and angels and their needs. Castiel looks almost guilty, almost tired, almost exasperated. His eyes look unnatural, crinkled around the edges like a man wiser than the three of them combined.
“There seems to be… a demon if we can even call it that, acting unnaturally. It seemed even grim reapers are involved.” Castiel knows more than he says, knows how dire this is, but even he doesn’t know everything. This was a situation above his caliber, but heaven knows best, atleast, so they say.
“Wait, grim reapers are also getting involved?” A heavy, more rugged than normal voice sounds out. Almost confused, almost intrigued, but most emotion is drowned out by caution. Demons may have been becoming more a common foe, but grim reapers haven’t, and with the way Castiel paused… it didn’t seem like this was going to be easy.
“I should probably start from the beginning, atleast from what I know,” The boy’s nod, and look at eachother, frowning but understood the necessity of it all, and well it’s not like they have anything else to do.
“Demons have existed for a long time, but somehow, this being is older, ancient, no one truly knows where this, ‘being’ came from. We can barely keep track of him either. His process is different from other demons, and I doubt he’s ever been human.” Castiel paused, his eyes darted awkwardly around the room as he talked, before settling on the little nightstand.
“The last time we spotted him, was in the 1800’s, he was in a contract, instead of being a crossroad’s demon and making deals, he has a contract seal, and whoever he made a contract with, got a wish, or a few wishes.”
“In exchange for the soul, yeah?”
“Yes, but, instead of the soul going to hell, it instead gets eaten. This is why this demon is such an enemy of heaven, and might be why grim reapers are involved. This is against our world’s order.”
Sam and Dean seemed to think for a moment, but ultimately looked towards Castiel.
“So.. it’s back?” Castiel’s eyes turned towards the window on his right, it was by the lousy motel’s door. Castiel allowed his eyes to take in the details of the door once more, of the view outside. It was a simple parking lot.
“We believe so, and there have been sightings of known grim reapers, but we haven’t always gotten along with them, and they refuse to talk to us. Especially about this it seems.”
“On bad terms huh.” The older one snorted, “what exactly is this supposed demon doing?” His brown hair shifted as he cocked his head towards his left, his head tilting now more towards Sam and the door.
“That’s the thing, he’s plotting something, but we don’t have a clear enough hold on him to clearly know anything.” Castiel looked down at his shoes, before immediately snapping his head up towards the door. Sam and Dean’s heads follow as knocks ring out.
The door opens seconds later, and both surprising and unsurprising, it’s Crowley. His mouth forms a straight line, and his eyes, maybe because he’s facing away from the room’s main light source, the window, but his eyes seem devoid of light.
“Hello boys.” His eyes form a crescent, as does his mouth. It’s almost unsettling. Sam looks more exasperated, if that was even possible.
“What now?”
“Well I assume the same thing the Angel is here for.” Dean’s head perks up.
“This demon thing-y, you’re getting involved too?”
“I’ve already been involved,” Crowley moves to lean on the couch, and as his face turns to face everyone, his smile straightens. “He needed something from me, quite rough he was. Quite rud-“
“What did he need?”
“A soul, no, he needed the whereabouts of a soul, mainly he asked if it was in hell, but it wasn’t. I’ve never heard of who he was asking for, not like I keep a list of demons, but I exhausted my resources for him plenty.” Crowley shifts a little, his face contorts in a multitude of different ways, because he stops and his mouth turns into a tight and downturned frown.
“Demon’s posses humans, and that’s how they act in this world. That.. thing… no part of him could have ever been human, not his body, not his.. for lack of a better word, soul. If demons are tortured souls than that, was torture itself.” Crowley finishes out, his voice trembling towards the end.
Sam’s eyes tremble, and Dean tightens his hand into a fist. Both their minds are still clouded with sleep, but Crowley words do seem to awaken them. Dean almost wants to joke, but the way Crowley and Cas talk about this thing, the more he wants to go to a home that isn’t there, that hasn’t been there for a while now.
“So.. what now?” Dean’s voice rings out, Sam’s hair falls infront of his an eyes a little as he turns his head, Cas, robotically, moves his head towards Dean and Crowley’s eyes slowly trail over. The conversation continues on, and it slowly rises with momentum, Dean eventually tries to joke to lighten the mood. It works, albeit not much.