I looked over to Sam for a second. "The Judah Initiative?" Dean asked when Sam showed him what he found. "European team – they were active during World War II," I explained. "Really? Hunters are fighting during a war." Dean was impressed. "They weren't hunters," I explained, but Dean interrupted me. "Rabbis? Rabbis?" Dean asked as he saw a picture of a Rabbi.
"The Letters' file on them is sketchy, but they were hard-core saboteurs. So, I ran a search on the Initiative's entire roster, and I got a hit – one Rabbi Isaac Bass. He was 17 years old when he joined the Initiative and 85 years old when he died... two weeks ago." Sam said, turning his Laptop to Dean. "In a college town back east, he was capped." Sam continued. "Capped"?" Dean and I asked. "Yeah. He was there researching, and according to eyewitnesses, he spontaneously combusted." Sam explained. "So... this is a case?" Dean asked, and Sam raised an eyebrow. "I just got back," Dean grumbled. I let out a scoff. "Im useless," I mumbled. "No, you not. Come on." Sam jabbed in my ear until I agreed. I quickly packed a bag and met the boys outside at the cars. "You really wanna drive?" Dean asked. "Yeah, just one more week of this, and then I can hopefully regain some mobility in my shoulder. It took us about two days until we reached Pennsylvania. "Are you sure?" I asked Dean; he wanted me to come with him to interview some college girls. "Why not?" Dean drove off, so I followed him after we dropped off Sam at the library. Lastly, I chickened out and left Dean alone with the girls. I went into a nearby shop and watched Dean on the other side of the road. Around half an hour later, Dean called me. "You done?" I asked him. "Sam has something stuck to his shoe," he said. I froze because I knew it was a code we three siblings used if we were in danger. I stood in the middle of a decoration aisle while on the phone, looking for stuff to put in my room. "Im coming." I hung up the phone, placed the Frame down, and left the store without buying anything. At the car, Dean greeted me with a light nod. "Did Sam say anything else?" I asked, but Dean shook his head. We went to the boonies and parked in the back, where we met Sam. "You okay?" I asked, and he nodded. "You?" he sounded worried, trying to hug me without hurting me. Dean explained the plan, so when the sun was down, Sam and I went to the trunk of the Impala, and while I casually looked around, Sam fiddled with the keys. Suddenly, Dean came flying, landing on the side of the Impala, breaking a side window. "Dean," I yelled; shortly, I heard a groan, and ginormous footsteps walked over to us; when I looked, a huge man walked towards Sam and me.
Sam grabbed a machete from the trunk, swinging at Giganto, but there was no reaction from the vast man who lifted Sam with one hand by the throat while I stood frozen in terror. "Stop." A voice said, and right away, giganto released Sam while Dean, still on the floor, mumbled something about his broken spleen. I unfroze and helped Dean up, who held on to me for dear life. "Get off me," I growled, smacking his hand off my shoulder. "What the hell is that?" Sam asked, looking closer at the huge man. "He is a golem. Well, he's my Golem." the man explained, coming closer.
"Right." Sam wasn't happy. "Do you trust him?" I asked, nudging toward the Golem. "LoGolem him. I would trust him," Sam mumbled from the floor where he was still sitting. Sam, Dean, and I drove to a house where we could talk privately; we discovered that the Rabbi was his grandfather. Dean mumbled something about a gay thing between them, and I looked confused; Dean explained what happened in the pub. "You're weird," I mumbled, listening to the conversation until the Judah Initiative mentioned the Golem behind us growled, which startled me. "Who are they to know about the men of Judah?" the Golem asked. "It's okay. We are the good boys." Dean quietly said. "W-we're hunters, uh. Sam and Dean Winchester, and that's our sister Kaylee. We know about The Judah Initiative because our grandfather was a Man of Letters." Sam said with a light stutter. "Yes, the rabbis knew the men of letters." The Golem grumGolem Aaron, who introduced himself to us, passed beer around. While we discussed our family and hunting, Aaron explained how he grew up with the Initiative and his grandfather's story. "Well, we had to bury our paternal grandfather a few weeks back; he told my brothers about being legacies," I said, thinking about the short time we spent with Henry. "You're not a legacy?" Aaron asked, which made me shake my head. "Im adopted and raised with these two." That was the abridged version. Aaron and the Golem got into a fight when Dean mentioned that they were Nazi Necromancers.
"That's some deep Lord of the Rings shit," I mumbled while the Golem paced around the room. "N-necro- who?" Aaron asked, confused. "Uh, necromancer, uh, witches, sorcerers, dark magic, mostly with dead people," I explained. "Okay. All I know about the Thule is that they were this twisted, secret fraternity, hell-bent on world domination, that sponsored the early days of the Nazi Party. My grandfather said The Judah Initiative started to fight them." Aaron explained. I couldn't hear what the Golem said. The loud crashing of the table on the side scared me.
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FanfictionKaylee is the adopted daughter of John and Mary Winchester, who took her with her from her abusive father, who just left her all alone in a haunted house when John finds her during a hunt. After many years of growing up with her brothers and losing...
