"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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Each of us attended to our own tasks. Cas and Dean were busy packing inside the house, while Sam made preparations in the trunk of the Impala. I didn't require much, but just to be safe, I conjured a handgun and a plain hunting knife. Knowing the potential dangers that lay ahead, I decided to send my Grimoire back to the apartment. There was no way I would allow Crowley to get his hands on it if things took a turn for the worse.
Standing outside on the porch, I took a moment to examine the clear quartz ring I had crafted. Its sleek design caught the moonlight, causing it to twinkle with a mesmerizing glow. However, my heightened senses caught Dean and Cas's voices resonating from inside the house. Once I tuned in, I could hear their conversation crystal clear.
"It could be catastrophic," Cas's voice echoed in my ears.
"You mean he dies," Dean responded, their discussion likely revolving around Sam and the risks involved in retrieving his soul.
"I mean he doesn't... Paralysis, insanity, psychic pain so profound. That he's locked inside himself for the rest of his life," Cas detailed the multitude of potential outcomes that could befall Sam if his soul was returned to him.
"But you're saying you don't know anything for sure. I mean, he could be fine," Dean clung to the hope that, if they were successful, Sam would emerge from this ordeal unharmed.
"He could be, yes," Cas replied, though his lack of confidence was apparent. My thoughts wandered to the harsh reality of the situation. Would Sam truly overcome this trial, or would he become a shell of his former self, trapped in a state of endless suffering? At this point, we were placing our faith in the hands of fate. None of us possessed the knowledge or certainty that Sam's outcome would be a positive one.
Lost in my own contemplations, I failed to hear Dean exiting the front door and descending the porch steps. As he entered my line of sight, I was abruptly pulled back to reality, forcing my thoughts to retreat to the deepest recesses of my mind. I placed the ring into my black jeans pocket, because I know I will be needing it. It was time to kill that bastard...
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Hours passed, and I remained quiet, absorbed in the knowledge I had acquired. I ran through countless scenarios in my mind, wondering if there was any way I could be of assistance. But I knew I couldn't allow myself to become consumed by the need for answers. It would only lead me down a path of madness.
Once we arrived at the supposedly abandoned warehouse, I stepped out of the Impala, with Dean and Sam following suit. As we shut the car doors, Meg and her two demons appeared alongside Cas. All eyes turned towards the building, noting the presence of lights scattered throughout its windows.
"Seems pretty quiet," Dean commented, his gaze shifting to Cas.
"It's not... I can feel it," Cas replied, his intuition attuned to the presence of supernatural beings within. "Meet me at the side door." With those words, Cas vanished on the spot. We wasted no time and made our way to the designated entrance, quickly locating the side door of the building.
