iris, supernatural [ 2 ]

061. blood of a saint

"So?" Dean asks, walking into the kitchen. Sam is at the table on his laptop with Larissa sitting next to him and Athena on his lap.

"What?" Sam asks.

"You find anything on the Seal of Solomon?" Dean asks.

"Well, I've been digging through the lore, but so far, nothing." Sam says while Dean gets a box of cold pizza out.

"Great. So we got Cas in Syria dodging bullets, trying to find fruit from the Tree of Life. We don't know where Lucifer is, so we can't get grace from an archangel. And, uh, what's the last ingredient of this spell we're never gonna find?" Dean asks, sitting across from Sam with the pizza.

"Blood of a most holy man." Sam says.

"A most holy man. What-what-- what does that mean?"

"No idea. I've been thinking maybe, uh, blood of a saint?"

"A saint?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, should be easy to get."

"Well, actually, uh, turns out there's a huge market for religious relics. Hair of a martyr, um, nails from the True Cross."

"Okay, okay. One, ew. Two, where is this market?"

"Online."

"Ah. The internet. Not just for porn anymore." Dean takes a bite of pizza.

"It... it was never just for porn." Larissa says.

"What's that?" Athena asks.

"Nothing." The three adults tell her.

"Anyway, a lot of this is fake, obviously, but I-I did find one dealer who seems to be legit -- Margaret Astor. Worth a shot?"

"Yeah. Good. Why not? I don't think I can take another one of these cold pieces of Papa Giovanni's." Dean drops the piece of pizza into the box and slides it away from him.

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The three walk into the restaurant and over to where Margaret is sitting. They dropped Athena off at Jody's, Dean somewhat unhappy with the detour, but did it nonetheless for his niece's safety.

"Miss Astor?" Dean asks.

"Ms. will do." She smiles.

"Of course. Great. Uh, may we sit?" Sam asks.

"Please." She says. "So, gentlemen, lady, what can I do for you?" She asks as the three sit down across from her.

"Okay, we, um, we're interested in obtaining a very rare religious artifact, and-and we were told that maybe you'd be the person to help us out." Sam says.

"Really?" Margaret asks.

"Yeah." Sam says.

"Who told you that?" Margaret asks.

"The internet." Dean says.

"So... this is not a personal recommendation?" Margaret asks.

"No. Um, is-is that a problem?" Sam asks.

"Personal relationships are very important to me." While she talks, she walks two fingers across the table and puts her hand on top of Sam's making him jump a little. His right hand is on top of his left so she doesn't see his ring. Larissa raises an eyebrow, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Right." Sam says as Margaret moves her hand away. "Well, um... I would personally appreciate any help you could give us." Sam says, putting his right hand on top of her left hand. Larissa rolls her eyes, internally barfing.