Epiphany of Love 2

5

It has been two weeks. I have sat at a desk, translating record after record. It's driving me mad. Wearing my body out.

I have found nothing. As far as I can tell, any of the scripts relating to the Darkness aren't in this Library.

"Nespaniel," Hannah walks in. I look at her, seeing two of her. I look back and forth between the two of them, trying to figure out which one is real. "Castiel!" She calls out. Castiel walks in, three of him, "what is it?" "Something is wrong with her," she stays back. Castiel walks forward, his three becoming two, then one-and-a-half.

He holds his hand up to my forehead, where I try to push it away. He holds my hands down, "the scripts have taken a toll on her. Only first triad should read them, not even prophets. Why did you let her?" Hannah apologizes, "we made an agreement." I fight Castiel, "stop! I have to help Dean." "No, you need to rest. Rest," Castiel speaks.

My vision goes black.

When I awake, I am in a shitty motel room. One other person is in here with me. Dean. "Why the hell am I on Earth?" I mumble. "Good, you are awake. Now Castiel can grab you so I can work on the case with Sam and stop babysitting you," Dean speaks.

I scoff, feeling hungover and not wanting to deal with his shit, "what is your deal?" "Excuse me?" He asks. "Sorry, do you not speak English? Let me say it in 5 different languages. Quelle est votre affaire? Kakoye u tebya delo? Dɛn ne wo deal? Vos iz deyn gesheft? Kakva e tvoyata sdelka? Understand that a little better?" I ask. "What do you mean, what is my deal?" He asks back.

"I don't have the energy for you," I shake my head. "No," he protests, "tell me." "I do everything for you, Dean. I translate trials for you when I could have been searching for my grace. Which, you never even finished those trials. Then, I come back from the dead, and you know what I do? I get my grace back and risk my sanity for you! And what do I get in return? No thank you. No nothing. I just get treated like a bag of shit! I'm so done with you, Dean. And before you call me a dick, look in the mirror."

He just stares at me. "I'm done. Im out of your wings. You don't have to babysit me anymore," I mutter getting up, "there is a large chance, by the way, I will be back and even more fucked up than this time. And when I am, remember who I do it for before you run your mouth."

I fly back to Heaven and approach Hannah, "I think I know how to find out about God's sister. His word. Like the demon tablet, angel tablet, and the leviathan one before. Its his words. I can translate them. Sure, it will take time to find it, but I have to search." She nods, "okay, sister. We will help. I can send out a few to search, but we dont have very many to spare." I smile, "thank you. You have always been good to me Hannah, even when everyone else wanted to kill me. I can never show my gratitude enough."

"You can by saving the world," she responds. I sigh, "I'll try. I also need an angel every waking minute watching the Winchesters. If they try their own methods, I need to know. And so do you."

We shook on it and I headed off.

First I tried Greece. Nothing. Then Jerusalem. Nothing. Then Palestine. Nothing. Finally, Egypt. My quest began a week ago.

1 week before

I walk through Cairo, the capital of Egypt. I look back down at the address I have written down, looking up as I approach it.

It was a sketchy little building in the run down part of the city. It looks like at any moment, with one bang, it will crumble. It has history. A sign above reads, The History of  Egypt - buried.

It was the place I was looking for. I snap my fingers and suddenly my outfit is replaced with a suit. I pull my fake General Intelligence Service badge, the Egyptian equivalent of the FBI.