Destiel; Nightmare

A Case

"I hate witches." Dean grumbled for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Its never just a gank and go. There's a loved one, or a faulty witch bomb, or a god damned counseling session."

"Look, just eat your pie. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can leave." Sam said.

"Wait, wait." Sam said as he turned one of Bobby's old books around to show Dean. "The mark we found on the victims shoulder, turns out its called Perth. Its the rune for mystery and said to reveal something hidden."

"Ok." Dean said. "So what, a bunch of people started throwing up there own blood because they had a secret and a witch wanted to know?"

"Not quite. Actually, I don't think its a witch at all. According to Bobby, Syn, the Norse goddess of watchfulness and truth, would mark Vikings with this symbol on their skin. They would then be compelled to tell the truth for nine days. If they were honest, they passed her test and would be rewarded with a piece of knowledge, one that they chose. If they failed they, well, died."

"Why cant we find one nice god. Persephone, wasn't she just like the god of flowers or something. Or Saehrimmer."

"Who?"

"He's the Norse pig. He's the reason bacon EXISTS! Mankind owes him."

At this point Sam just looked at his brother.

"Fine," Dean said finally. "lets fine Syn and gun the bitch."

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"Ok, so apparently as Syn is the goddess of truth, we have to go opposite. Fight fire with ice. By dipping a silver blade into the blood of a crow, which is known to be a deceitful creature, we can make a sword of slander. Stab her through the heart and she is no longer a problem."

"Alrighty then." Dean said, clapping his hands together. "Hey, quick question. Where does one get crows blood?"

Sam knew who they could ask. Castiel. But now he felt strange. Like he was being, well, slanderous. This wasn't his problem. Honestly, he didn't think it was a problem at all. But Dean wouldn't like being in the dark.

I'll talk to Cas again. Sam decided. We'll get his help on the case, and me and him will have a chat.

"Call Cas." Sam suggested.

"Why don't you do it?" Dean said as he fished a beer out of the motels mini fridge.

Sam gave his brother a seriously look.

"With me its a fifty-fifty shot. He comes when you need him. So just pray to him and we can get the blood."

"Whatever." Dean said while closing his eyes to pray. "Castiel old buddy old pal. Would you be a dear and fly on down to Earth for a minute. We may need some help."

And thus with a flapping noise, Cas appeared.

Sorry the chapter is fairly uneventful. I'll try to add more excitement in the next one.

-Adia Rose