My Grievous Fault (Destiel)

Ch 14: Trubel, I am your Father

The impala rumbled down the beaten path that led to a solitary cabin in the woods. Sam and Cas had managed to track Garth down to this place in Spencer, Iowa and they needed his help. He was considered the leading expert on furies which surprised Sam but they needed all the help that they could get.

The impala shut off with a rumble and Dean and Cas got out of the car, Sam slightly slamming the door and cringing when he realized that he had done it.

Cas's nose was still crooked from the break but it wasn't quite as bad as Sam had reset it. Now a black eye graced Sam's face from when he reset Cas's broken arm. According to Cas, it hurt worse then the flames of hell and Sam, having been to hell knew exactly what the Angel was talking about.

"We should probably draw our guns just in case. Garth can be kind of jumpy let me tell you that. He almost socked me a good one when I scared him a couple months ago." Cas nodded his head and held the knife in his good hand.

Sam nudged the door open with his foot and he gasped in shock, mirroring Cas's expression as well.

The entrance was a blood bath.

The whitewashed walls were splattered with arterial spray, staining them a dark red. Judging by the smell and the colour of the blood on the wall, it had been like this for a few days. Dismembered bodies lay strewn around the carpet like rag dolls that had been discarded by a spoiled child, their broken legs like shattered China. Their heads had been chopped off and they lay around the room, grinning an eerie grin for all to see.

Sam stared at the heads and noticed canine like hairs and teeth on them. He mentioned them to Cas who inspected them closer before he said,

"Those aren't werewolf heads and I don't think I've ever seen this kind before."

A creak could be heard through the cabin and they held their weapons forward as a girl dressed in all black appeared, brandishing a large bloodstained machete. Sam and Cas stared warily at the girl in the studded leather jacket and black combat boots.

"Who are you and why didn't you woge?" they stared at the girl in confusion.

"Why didn't we what" asked Sam in confusion. "Seeing as you haven't attacked us, I'm assuming that you aren't whatever those things are."

"No, I'm not a hundjaeger but I am Grimm. Judging by your reactions, I would say that you're Grimms too or as my dad would call them, hunters."

Cas took a step forward and the girl dropped her machete slowly. "We came looking for Garth and I think we can safely assume that he is your father. Do you know where we can find him? His sister and my best friend was kidnapped by the three furies and Garth, your father is a leading expert in the furies."

The girl stood silent for a minute before she slowly and bluntly said, "The furies kidnapped him and I'm assuming that he died. They sent these hundjaegers to kill me but as you can see they're quite indisposed at the moment. Anyhow, I can help you with the furies and I think I have some more information that he didn't know. You can call me Trubel while you're at it."

Trubel led Sam and Cas to a separate room where pictures and pages lay strewn around and taped on the walls in disarray.

"Well the furies are of Greek descent and there are three of them, Allecto, Megaera and Tisiphone. Based on our research, they surface every hundred years or so to try and return fully to our mortal world. In order for them to return they need to have three people who have been infused with their poison by touch kill themselves. A random guy died and I'm assuming that they killed my father so that leaves your sister then. I think I know where they might be holding her as well. There's a small cave by a greek church in a forest somewhere around Pennsylvania."

"Hey thanks Trubel," Said Sam quietly. "I doubt we would have figured out where Deanne was without you. Please give us a call if you need anything." Sam and Cas picked up their things and headed out the door, waving Trubel off with a halfhearted wave.

If Trubel was right, then they had twenty four hours to get to Deanne before it was too late to save her. In twenty four hours, she would die and the furies would rise so that they could bathe the mortal world in blood and ashes.

The impala started with a rumble and Sam and Cas were off to Pittsburgh where they needed to find a weapon stashed by Crowley that could kill the furies.

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Crowley sat on his ebony throne with his witch of a mother, Rowena by his side. He placed his head in his hands and sighed deeply.

"Whatever is the matter Fergus?" Crooned Rowena in the fake sympathetic manner that she always had.

"The demons are boring and court affairs are merely trivial mother. If I had some excitement then I wouldn't be so un-intrigued."

Suddenly, a bloody and beaten demon burst through the doors of the throne room before he fell at Crowley's feet.

"It's the Winchester brother Sam and his pet angel. They've come to find the Calvary Nails and they're putting up a fight."

The demon disintegrated into a pile of black ash as Sam and Castiel burst through the doors.

"We heard you have the Calvary Nails Crowley and we want them."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Just want to say that the book is at 333 reads. The Calvary Nails refer to the nails that were put through Jesus's hands and feet when he was crucified in case you didn't know. Also, Trubel/Theresa Rubel is from Grimm which you should totally check out. Also just wanted to plug my Grimm/Supernatural crossover called Deadly Disposition. It would be cool if you guys could check it out. I also just got a girlfriend, the lovely AliHipster here on Wattpad. If you like Attack on Titan you should check out her Fanfictions.
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Kathryn