500 Years

Underground

Dean hated sewers. They were dark, they were damp, and they smelled absolutely repulsive. These were no different. Even Cas was grimacing as they made their way east, following the map towards the abandoned section Cas had circled earlier. Noises ahead made them pause and Dean instinctively reached back to touch Cas, more for his own assurance than anything, but Cas closed one hand over the hunter's and squeezed gently. When the noises stopped, they continued on. A half hour later they were encountering a cement wall blocking off a section of the tunnel, but there was an iron door in the center of it. Cas looked around at the dark tunnels all around them.

"This is reminiscent of a book that Metatron put into my head. I believe it was called 'It.' Children went down into a sewer system to hunt down a giant, alien spider..."

Dean held up a hand to interrupt him. "Stop right there. I read that book, and that is the last thing I want to think about right now."

Cas snorted, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried not to smile. Dean rolled his eyes and pointed at the door.

"This is it, right?" Dean whispered. Cas double checked the map and nodded. Dean stepped up to the door. It had a lever for a handle, and he tried it.

"Locked." He mouthed the word. Cas motioned for him to move and handed his flashlight over. Placing one hand on the handle, he closed his eyes and concentrated.

"It's spelled," he said after a moment.

"Can you break it?" Dean asked. After a moment there was an audible click and Cas pushed down on the handle. The door opened with a rusty groan.

"I'll take that as a yes." Dean grinned and with his sword raised, stepped through the doorway. "Stay close," he told the angel.

"I have no intentions of doing anything else," Cas whispered back.