Strength (A Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter 9: Teachings of the Damned and Unholy

It was almost 4 AM and Dean walked through town. As he approached the gate he felt a chill down his spine. A fog started to roll in but stopped at the gate. Dean stepped up to the gate and there was the sound of a car rolling up behind him. He turned to see a deep red shimmery classic Rolls Royce with white wall tires pulled up. Dean stepped over to the driver's side, the window rolled down and there sat Isadora. "Get in, Father's home." Said Isadora as Dean walked around and got in the passenger seat. They then set off down the dirt road through thick woods.

Sam decided to do a bit of research on the town and thought the best way to do that was to check out the town's public library. He stepped inside the building and started looking around. "Hi, can I help you find something?" Asked a woman as she wandered over to him.
"I wanted to look into the town's history." Stated Samas she nodded.
"That'll be in the back left corner of the shop. There's a whole shelf of files and records and if you want to look into more obscure things let me know and I'll bring you to the backroom where we keep private files if you're interested." Said the woman with a wink as Sam nodded.
"Thank you." He stated as he walked away towards the direction she suggested. He went to the back and started looking around. He pulled a few books and sat down at the table. He looked through almost a hundred years worth of town history so the town hadn't been around very long. He called Castiel when he found something interesting. "Hey Cas, so apparently this town has only been around 150 years but the interesting thing is that it was founded by two women, twin sisters actually, Isadora Kelton and Pandora Nightbloom. I looked into the sisters and it appears their history goes back into the 1700's. Isadora seems to pop up a lot in the history books, they call her a savior to the dark but human history books say she's quite the humanitarian." Said Sam as he looked through books. "In 1784 she married a man named Thomas Everett, then the morning after their wedding he was found dead in the woods. She's kind of like a Black Widow." Stated Sam as Castiel didn't understand the reference.
"She's a spider?" Asked Castiel as Sam sighed.
"She's taken over a dozen husbands over the past couple hundred years and they've all turned up dead the night of the wedding except one, her last one, a man named Milo Kelton. Milo Kelton, World War 2 vet comes home from the war and a year later marries Isadora. They are married for 6 years and finally have a daughter named Madison but 4 years later Madison is found dead she had been killed in her sleep and Milo is found with his throat slit in the backyard but there is a mysterious third body found beheaded in the backyard and strange burns found on the ground it had melted the 2 feet of snow that covered the backyard. The burns are of large wings and Isadora is no where to be found." Stated Sam.
"She killed an angel?" Asked Castiel as  Sam sighed.
"Apparently not just any angel, Cas have you ever heard of The Sons of Gabriel?" Asked Sam as Castiel thought about it for a moment.
"The Sons of Gabriel were Angelic mercenaries or at least that's what Gabriel told me." Said Castiel.
"Are they actually Gabriel's sons?" Asked Sam as Castiel sighed.
"Yes but he was not their father in any sense of the word other than genetics. They were Nephilim that were often hired by angels to kill anything that were causing problems for Heaven but when Isadora and Pandora became a problem for Heaven the angels sent one of them after but each time they sent one of the sons after them they disappeared, I guess now we know what happened to them." Stated Castiel as he sighed.
"So what are you up to right now?" Asked Sam.
"I'm just waiting for Dean to come back like he told me too." Said Castiel softly.
"Alright I'll head back and I guess we'll wait for Dean to get back." Said Sam as that's exactly what he did. Sam checked out a few of the books he looked at then went back to the motel.

Sam and Castiel sat at the motel for a couple of hours. Sam was reading up on the town's history and Castiel was mostly flipping channels on the television until he landed on one of Dean's favorite shows, Scooby Doo. Castiel sat there and watched it for a moment. "This show is interesting I'll give it that but I don't understand why Dean likes this show so much." Said Castiel as he began flipping channels again. Suddenly the motel room door unlocked and opened. Dean limped into the room looking battered and bruised.
"Dean?!" Asked Sam as both him and Castiel stood and rushed to Dean's side.
"Are you alright?" Asked Castiel as he held Dean's shoulder basically holding all of his weight.
"Yeah just... Just a little tired that's all." Said Dean as Castiel helped him over to the bed.
"Dean you look like you got the snot beaten out of you!" Said Sam as he also helped Dean to the bed. They sat him down and Dean just flopped back on the bed.
"What happened?" Asked Castiel as Dean sighed in a pain filled kind of way.
"What Baphomet calls training." Said Dean with a smirk as he stared at the ceiling.
"Baphomet, like the demon Baphomet?" Asked Sam as Dean sat up.
"Yeah apparently he and I are one in the same." Said Dean as he rubbed his ribs.
"What did he do to you?" Asked Sam as Dean sighed.
"I can't talk about it." Said Dean as he sighed and stood. He walked over to the sink and soaked a rag, started cleaning himself up. Castiel came over and took the rag from him. He started to clean Dean up himself.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Asked Castiel as he rubbed the rag along Dean's brow wiping the dried blood out of his eye brow.
"Yeah Cas I'm fine. I promise." Said Dean as he held Castiel's hand and squeezed it just a bit.
"Alright, I trust you." Said Castiel as Dean smiled.
"Thanks Cas." Said Dean with a smile as he leaned close and kissed him softly.

Over the next few days Dean came back to the motel beaten to hell and back but acted like everything was fine. Hell he had never had a bigger smile on his face but Sam and Castiel still worried for him. Dean however wasn't worried about this "training" he was undergoing. Through the dense woods just outside town there laid a huge mansion according to Isadora it had been there since the mid 1700s. It was owned originally by her second father Matthias Nightbloom a vampire from when the house was first constructed.

The first day of training was rough but it only got rougher from there. "I need a break, please!" Begged Dean as he spit up blood onto the black and gold marble floor.
"Well I'm not a monster, come I have the perfect room to retire to for the afternoon." Stated Baphomet as he held out his hand to Dean and helped him off the floor. Baphomet was a tall lengthy man much like Sam in that aspect but he had long black dreadlocks tied back with a red ribbon and had golden beads adorning a few strands. He wore a deep red suit with a black dress shirt and red and black floral vest. He walked with Dean to a nice den that had two beautiful leather recliners, dark wooden furniture with golden accents, a nice wet bar with beautiful ornate carvings in the wood, and a large television across from a red leather couch.
"Wow this is amazing." Said Dean as he walked in and sat in one of the recliners. Dean sighed out of relaxation and pulled the recliner up, it leaned back and Dean finally felt completely relaxed.
"Want a drink?" Asked Baphomet as he walked over to the bar.
"Wish I could." Said Dean as he laid a hand over his lower stomach.
"Oh this isn't alcohol, it's something to help get rid of that soreness that you're feeling." Stated Baphomet as he walked over to Dean and handed him a silver chalice. "Sorry about the chalice, it's all that was clean." Said Baphomet as he went over to the wet bar.
"So what exactly is this training gonna do for me?" Asked Dean as Baphomet poured a glass of scotch.
"Well it'll teach you to control yourself, back when you were human I'm certain you had quite the temper after all you are a hunter and from what I hear large outbursts of anger is what keeps your kind alive but as a demon that's what's going to kill everyone you love. Demons like us have to keep a level head or the ground would open up and probably place the entire city of Manhattan in the Pit." Stated Baphomet as he came over and sat down. "You're powerful Dean, more than you will ever know but you're also dangerous. Keeping calm is the only thing that stands between you and the demonic power that lives inside of you, I'd suggest it stay there." Said Baphomet as he sipped his glass. "But you are making extraordinary progress so hats off to you." Said Baphomet as he tipped his glass to Dean and Dean lifted the chalice.
"Well to progress and not killing my family." Said Dean as he clinked the chalice against Baphomet's glass.
"To extraordinary progress." Baphomet corrected as Dean sipped his glass then coughed.
"Jesus! What is this stuff?!" Asked Dean as he covered his mouth.
"One part goat's blood, two part lamb's blood, third part you don't wanna know just drink up you'll feel much better after you're done." Stated Baphomet as Dean sighed and kept drinking.

Whilst Dean was training, Sam and Castiel had had enough of watching Dean come back every night beaten and bruised so they were doing homework. "I think I found something that could help us, it's something called a Haloforge." Stated Sam as Castiel looked up from the book in his lap and over at Sam.
"Ancient Holy weapon forged from the halo of a fallen Angel." Stated Castiel as Sam was confused.
"You actually have a Halo?" Asked Sam as Castiel nodded.
"Only other Angels, Demons, and Nephilim can see them it's like the angel equivalent of a demon's true face." Said Castiel as Sam nodded.
"Well where's the nearest one?" Asked Sam as Castiel shook his head.
"No one has seen one for almost a thousand years and they're sort of a one and done weapon." Said Castiel as he used air quotes around "one and done".
"What?" Asked Sam in disbelief.
"Well they're incredibly powerful weapons but highly unstable, it kills anything it touches instantly." Stated Castiel as he looked back at the book in his lap.
"So what you're saying is we have to make one." Stated Sam as Castiel rejected the idea without even skipping a beat.
"Absolutely not." Stated Castiel as Sam was confused.
"Why not?" Asked Sam as Castiel flipped a page in his book.
"Because I am the only Angel left in all of existence and by a technical standards I am still a fallen Angel as I defied my father so the only way to make one is with my halo and I refuse to let you even see it let alone make a sword out of it." Said Castiel as he stated it very casually even though his words indicated it was a sensitive subject.
"Well is there anything else that can kill them?" Asked Sam as Castiel thought about for a moment.
"I don't know." Stated Castiel in a sad kind of tone because he wanted to help Dean but he started to fear that there was nothing they could do.