Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

1 Meet the New Boss: Part 3

"Well, we've got most of this stuff, but we're going to have to make a run for a few things," Bobby said after we regrouped in his study.

"Like?" Dean asked.

"Like an 'act of God crystallized forever,'" Bobby explained.

"What's that mean?" Nate asked.

"I think it means an actual crystal," Bobby clarified. "See, lightning strikes sand at the right angle. It crystallizes into the perfect shape of itself."

Sam nodded, visibly impressed. "Lightning. Act of God."

Bobby confirmed with a nod. "Jinga. You got yourself a fulgurate, and we're gonna need a biggie."

"And let me guess... rare," Dean said.

"I found records of an auction. Winning bidder lives about nine hours from here," Bobby said.

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By the time we rolled up to the house, it was night, and the owners were home, so we had to be extra careful. Dean and Nate stationed themselves as lookouts at the front while Sam, Bobby, and I slinked around the back, waiting for Bobby to do his magic on the security system.

"Hey!" a security guard barked from behind us, pointing our way.

Dean emerged from the shadows. "Excuse me. You got any Grey Poupon?" Before the guard could react, Dean used the butt of his gun to knock him out.

"Grey Poupon? Seriously?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "It's what popped in my head."

With the guard knocked out, we split into two teams— Dean and I took one half of the house while Bobby, Sam, and Nate tackled the other. Dean and I found ourselves in a giant library with artwork and display cases everywhere. I scanned the room with my flashlight, the beam eventually settling on a display case holding a dazzling, elongated rock-like structure.

"Dean, I think this is it," I whispered.

He turned around and walked over to me, but a moment later, we heard the distinct sound of a gun being cocked echoing behind us. Slowly, we raised our hands and turned to face the owner, Dr. Weiss, who held a shotgun aimed at us, his wife standing behind him.

Dean chuckled nervously. "Hi. Uh... we don't want to hurt you. Really."

Dr. Weiss responded with a chuckle of his own. "I'm the one with the firearm, son."

Dean nodded, his hands still raised. "I get that."

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About ten minutes later, Dr. and Mrs. Weiss's mouths were covered with duct tape and secured to chairs with rope.

Dean strolled around, double-checking their restraints. "Okay. Yeah. Good."

Sam, Nate, and Bobby turned the corner, their expressions shifting to shock at the sight.

"Hey, guys." Dean flashed an awkward smile. "Uh, so this is Dr. and Mrs. Weiss."

Sam nodded. "Hi." He shot us a quick glance and then sighed at the couple. "Sorry."

"We found the God thingy," Dean said.

Bobby nodded. "Well, let's light this candle."

We got to work setting up the room and getting the spell together. Dean placed a bag of fast food and a soda on a side table next to a comfy chair as a finishing touch.