The Monsters In Our Heads (Book 7 Arrow/SPN Crossovers)

Curses and Complications

Sam came in after an hour or so and whispered, "How's he doing?"

"Hasn't moved a muscle, doesn't seem tense or anything, breathing hasn't even picked up. Score one for the Shaman."

He nodded, "Good, come here. Need to talk and I don't want to wake him."

I eased off the bed and joined him in the hallway, we left the door cracked open and took a step or two away from the room. "What's up?" When Sam looks that concerned and serious it's usually not good.

"Krissy gave us more details on how he killed them. Sounds like the blade gave him some serious strength too. There's no way in hell a kid his size could slice that deep into people's chest. We're guessing he sliced their throats first then went to town, she had some pictures of the symbols he engraved into them and I'm running a search to see if anything comes up. Meantime, Coyote wants to look at the blade she what she can pick up off of it."

You'd think after all these years I'd be pretty incapable of having my blood turn to arctic temps because of fear, guess not. "Hell no! She's technically a priest, that thing was designed for someone like her. Not happening."

Sam stepped aside and gestured down the hall towards the main room, "You want to tell her that? I tried, she told me to shut the hell up. I refused to tell her where I put the blade, she's not that happy with me right now. Apparently there's another reason you two get along so well. Sheer idiocy."

Great, she was digging her heels in. "I accepted limits on how far I'm allowed to go with this, she can too. Watch him, I'll go talk to her." Sam didn't look all that optimistic that I'd win this fight. "I'll get her to see reason."

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

He slipped into Jacob's room and I went down the hall. Coyote saw me coming, she was way past mildly stubborn and had hit "I'm doing this my way." mode.

Krissy took one look at me and got up from the table, "I'll just go get our stuff from the car." She made as quick an exit she could without actually running.

"Why?" I asked Coyote. "That thing is designed to call to someone like you. We already know what it put Jacob and the other people who got their hands on it through. No need to ask it directly. This is too dangerous." I probably would have had a chance until I said that last part. The minute I said it I knew I'd dug a hole that I'd have to work hard to get out of.

She stood up, her hands and shoulders tensing, "I am capable of taking care of myself, I've dealt with visions before, if you remember. It's not like I don't have any familiarity with cursed objects, thanks to you."

That was a low blow, but she, like me, tends to go for the jugular when she thinks she's right. "Shove it. You have no damn idea. You know what I felt, but that was filtered through me. You don't know how strong the compulsions are, how they twist you and you have no idea fast it can hit. You also had no damn idea that I had actually turned into a demon or legitimately wanted to kill Sam, you thought those were nightmares. They weren't. So no, you don't know shit about cursed objects and I will not risk you, fuck that."

That seemed to cool her off, "Can you see how that thing is linked to him? Can you use that knowledge to try to retrieve some of his soul and get him back to normal?" Or not, apparently she'd learned how to shove her anger down in all those tribal meetings. "I thought that was why we were here, to heal Jacob, or am I mistaken somehow."

"No. I can't see what you can. Yes, we're here to heal him but not to put ourselves at risk, I thought that was the whole point of putting limits on what we'd do." I was losing this fight, because I had no real reason to block her from doing this other than deathly fear that she'd get hurt. She knew it too.