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

Things You Can't Unsee

"Think she'll get a guide to help her?" Sam asked.

I just looked at him.

"Yeah, stupid question. Research while we wait?"

"Why not. Better than standing around wishing I was somewhere else. Let's send Clive some of the shots of the pics of the blades we've found so far. Maybe he'll recognize one and give us a direction to go."

"Not a bad idea."

"Thanks." We got back inside, Sam went to work on snapping pics and texting them to Clive while I dug through some of the older files that dealt with Aztecs and Mayans. I was hoping for hints or crossovers with the Zapotec people, or just a general idea on rituals that were used to hook the priests in with their gods. Every religion has them, maybe I'd get lucky and find some sort of this priest screwed up so we exiled him ritual. If Jacob was still hooked into the blade somehow I was hoping to find some way to unhook him that didn't require Coyote going full on into his soul. While I was doing that I looked up a few things on soul retrievals, most of it was written by people who weren't actual Natives. Guess white people had figured out something similar and were doing them, before I got serious with Coyote that wouldn't have bothered me, now it kind of did. Natives have so little of their culture left to themselves it pissed me off that white people were trading on their rituals and using that to make cash. A lot of it sounded like psychotherapy, not an actual ritual so it didn't give me a lot of insight as to what to expect, I knew enough to know that the real thing would be a lot more intense.

Sam's phone went off as soon as he looked at the screen I knew it was something about the blade because he instantly started typing on the laptop. "Clive recognized one, well this explains the lunar cycle requirement, it's not a god it's a goddess. Huechaana - a mother goddess also associated with hunting and fishing along with being one of the creators of mankind and the world."

Of course, "Spectacular, so nothing major, no possible way a blade linked with something like that could rip out someone's soul." Couldn't be some minor, forgotten, loser deity like the god of dancing or parties. "Anything useful on the net?"

"No, but we have a name which means we can cross reference in the archive system and on the net. She's linked with some other deities. You hit the books, I'll dig into here some more."

"Sure thing," I started to stand up when the description Sam had given sunk into my brain a bit farther, "Wait, you said a goddess linked with hunting, right?"

He was preoccupied with whatever he was typing, "Yeah, why?" It took him a second but his eyes jumped up from the screen and met mine. "Oh hell."

Of course it was that exact moment Coyote reappeared with a huge, slightly see through crow on her shoulder. She was working hard to keep the smug look off her face, she knew that wouldn't be respectful to her guide but it didn't change the fact that she'd pulled it off and she was daring me to say anything that would throw another obstacle in her path. "So, where's the blade?"

Damn, damn, damn. Sam sent me a desperate look, he didn't want to give up the information, especially now. "Honey, we found out who it belongs to. Huechaana, random goddess. So we have a place to start and..."

"Don't even say it Dean. I met your requirements, Brother Crow will keep me safe," The Crow shifted on her shoulder and let out a rather loud squawk, giving us it's two cents on the topic, "Now, let me see the blade."

"Coyote, and uh respectfully to Brother Crow," Sam said, "This goddess is a goddess of the hunt and supposedly created man. We're just a bit..."

"I've had about enough of this," she snapped. "I am not some unskilled hunter playing with things they don't understand." That whole sentence was aimed straight at me, "I am a Shaman. I have one of the Great Spirits with me. I am more than capable of handling looking at some blade from another culture. For fuck's sake this isn't the first thing of power I have come across. Now, do you two want to help Jacob or do you want to sit here and cower in the damn corner worried about things that may not even happen?"