Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}

3 Heartache: Part 2

Officer Levitt walked us back to sit down in an interrogation room with Arthur.

He was sitting at the table clasping and unclasping his hands. "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy. K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy."

"So, you getting his statement?" Dean asked.

"Uh, yeah, ki— kind of," Sam stuttered. "Probably not."

"It's too bad I dropped out of Lunatic 101," Dean said.

Sam shrugged. "Whatever it is, it sounds like he's repeating it."

"Look at his eyes," Dean said as he approached the table.

One of Arthur's pupils was as large as his iris.

"Hey, Arthur... did you do this alone?" Dean asked.

"Did something tell you to kill?" I asked.

Arthur slammed his fist on the table, and we all jumped. "K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy! K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy."

Dean nudged me. "Oh, now you've pissed him off." He turned his attention back to Arthur. "Hey, Art. Can I call you Art? Listen, I'm gonna sprinkle your arm with holy water..." He pulled out a flask. "And it's gonna steam and burn if you're possessed by a demon."

Arthur kept rocking back and forth.

Dean looked at us. "He's a mushroom." He sighed and poured the holy water on Arthur's arm, but nothing happened.

"Okay, not possessed," Sam said.

"Arthur, you want to tell us why you did this?" Dean asked.

"K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy," Arthur repeated.

Dean nodded in annoyance. "Okay."

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Back in the motel room, Sam played the recording he got of Arthur.

"K'uhul ajaw, Cacao, shi-jiiy."

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked.

"Personally, I prefer the Keith Richards version," Dean smirked.

"Can you actually understand any of the words?" Sam asked.

"If they even are words," I said.

Dean nodded. "Sounds like babble to me." He hesitated a moment and pulled out his phone. "Wait a second."

"What?" I asked.

"I bought a translation app," Dean said excitedly.

Sam raised his eyebrows. "You bought an app?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah." He held out his phone to the recorder. "Here, play it."

Sam played the recording, and we waited a moment for the app to finish.

Dean sighed and shrugged when he looked at the phone. "And babble wins. 'Language unknown.'" He held the phone out with a smile, so Sam could read it.

I nodded. "You look pretty happy for it to give us absolutely no information."

Dean side-eyed me.

Ring! Ring!

Sam smirked and answered his phone. "Agent Sambora." (...) He furrowed his brow. "What?"

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Apparently, Arthur had taken a piece of broken metal to his eye and was now in the hospital. So, Dean and I went to speak to his doctor while Sam stayed behind and worked on some research.