"Aren't we all bound in one way or another?"
Since Abigael made the decision to place herself into a deep slumber, to come to terms with the knowledge Lucifer provided. All seemed well, and calm. She was coming to terms with the fact of it all. But...
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We went back to the motel room, Sam changed back into his everyday clothing, as he gave us the rundown on what he had found at the apartment. Corey, the first victim in all of this, decided to sacrifice her cat, to get a certain ingredient for a summoning spell.
"So this was the chick's pet?" Dean questioned, coming back over to the table, Sam and I sat around.
"Well, she was obsessed," Sam retorted, so obsessed with finding out the truth.
"More like bat-shit crazy," I remarked, as my eyes met with Dean, like I had just taken the words right from his mouth.
"All right, so cat skull," Sam began, grabbing the small skull from his brother. "Uh, grains-of-paradise seed, devil's shoestring," he grabbed the relative ingredients while he spoke. "Mix 'em well, you got yourself a summoning spell," Sam placed the objects back onto the top.
"Demon?" Dean suggested that it could have been a spell to summon a demon.
"God," he spoke after a scoff. "Corey was so desperate for the truth about her boyfriend's cheating heart," Sam turned the laptop around, while I leaned closer to Dean to get the full screen of the laptop. "She went digging around, nothing panned out, so she went looking for a different kind of help,"
"Opened a door she couldn't close,"
"Yeah," Sam reached out, and grabbed the laptop, spinning it back around to him. "Now anyone in town who asks aloud for the truth invokes Veritas. And she doesn't just give it to you. She slams you with it until you kill yourself and she gets her tribute," Sam explained, his eyes flickering between me and his brother.
"So, all that 'tribute' vanishing from the morgue. What do you think, uh, soylent-green situation?" Dean remarks, putting his own humorous twist on this.
"Gods got to eat, too," Sam replied. "Which means we got to take her out or you're on the menu," Sam reconnected his gaze back to Dean.
"You definitely be the dessert," I flashed my eyebrows up briefly, chuckling to myself, as he totally would be the dessert.
"All right, well, what do we know, besides crazy cat lady?" Dean smirked at my comment but dismissed it.
"Well, dogs are her Achilles heel,"
"Naturally,"
"And she was a pretty hands-on Goddess back in the day. Her thing was coming down from the mountain to speak the truth to the masses. She wanted more than tribute. She wanted to be worshipped," Sam rolled off what he was getting from the website that he was on.
"An attention whore," Dean puts plainly into his words.
"If you want to put it that way," Sam said after the chuckle he made, due to his brother's comment.
"And what is the twenty-first-century version of speaking truth to the masses?" Dean leaned a little back in his chair, as he asked the question.
"A TV reporter?" I questioned aloud, and Dean just gave me this look as if I had just won the lottery. "Well you two find out more, while I dig a little deeper on our Goddess," I reached out, grabbing the laptop from in front of Sam, spinning it around so it would face me. They nodded in agreement and got their stuff together and headed out, leaving me alone in the motel room.
