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

Revelations

I was still leaning my head against the door when I heard footsteps. I tilted my head enough to see Sam's feet and expended the required energy to get upright and put my hand up before he spoke. I didn't want our voices to disturb Coyote so I walked towards him, he got the hint and backed up a few feet.

"We're okay, barely," I told him once I got closer. I hadn't expected it to hit me like that, if it hadn't been for Brother Crow I may have ended up with my throat sliced and Coyote standing over my corpse trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

"You don't look that great. What happened?"

I filled him in, he was just as unnerved as I was. "That's really not good."

"I know. Go check on Krissy and Jacob, going to guess since she didn't come bolting out of the room he's okay but go make sure. I want to stay close to Coyote."

"Got it. Be back in a minute." He padded off down the hall and I returned to the door of the room Coyote was in. If I listened hard enough I could hear her voice rising and lowering in pitch. I didn't know if she was talking to Brother Crow, chanting or talking to herself but she didn't sound scared or weird so she must be working her way through whatever she saw. The sacrifices happened in threes which means Jacob's session was interrupted. If he was in some sort of Goddess induced limbo that would explain why he kept checking in and out of reality, he literally wasn't all here. Some part of him was off with that blade in who knows what alternate dimension with some bloodthirsty Goddess who was waiting for him to finish the job. If and when we got him back there was no telling how screwed up he'd be. Usually I don't think in ifs but how fast that thing hit Coyote and I, well this was a major league power, sure we'd dealt with things like that before but it usually took years to fix it and a lot of self inflicted hell. We were trying to avoid all that and fix it before Jacob hit puberty, which made things a lot more complicated. Logic would dictate that all we'd have to do is kill someone or something else to finish this and make the Goddess move on, but that wasn't really an option. I doubted she'd take a chicken as a substitute offering. I was still pondering alternate sacrifices, judging relative worth against a human when Sam reappeared. Maybe she'd go for a horse, they're big enough after all.

"Jacob twisted and turned a lot, whimpered a few times but stayed mostly asleep. Could be the fact that the room the blade is in is warded too, or whatever Coyote did to the room he's in or both but he's all right. Krissy asked what had happened, I gave her the highlight reel, she's not any happier than we are with this. She asked if she and Jacob should leave.." he paused for a second, "With you being retired and all."

"I already told her not to worry about it," I was retired, not useless or broken for God's sake. "What did you tell her?"

He got this put upon, not actually exasperated but pretending to be look on his face, "That it was too late, your hero complex wouldn't let you back down from a cursed object that tried to take you and your girlfriend out while holding some kid's soul in limbo. You'd find some way to Dean Winchester the shit out of this blade and save the day."

He meant it as funny but I wasn't really feeling it, "God I hope not, my trademark moves usually have a pretty fucked up ending."

That wiped even the gallows humor off his face, "Yeah, sorry. Trying to lighten things up a bit."

"I know. You stick to being the super analytical one and I'll be the smart ass, works better."

"Point taken. So what do I need to analyze?"

"See if this Goddess ever took anything other than humans as a sacrifice."

"Why? Wait," he caught up, "Interesting. I'll check it out. Anything else?"