Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

The Devil, My Brother

"Shut up, you ignorant, self-centered tool!" I heard a voice screaming at someone as I tried to will myself out of bed. Coffee. Coffee was needed, very much so. "You think that you can tell me all those things you did and then start treating me like you are now? Not a chance! We are over, Castiel, and you can rot in hell for all I care!"

OK... That did not bode well for the rest of our relationships if those two had ended. But I crawled out of bed, knowing that she probably wanted a hug and that she also had my daughter who was definitely in need of a cuddle. "Hey, Dean! Wake up, and come get your littleun!" Ria called, annoyingly awake at... Damn, it was about 10 am. 

Not that I had to go get my littleun, the second my feet hit the ground she was in the room, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the kitchen where Suzy was crying, Sam was researching and Ria was  comforting. And neither of who were out getting more coffee, when there was none. No one did the shopping since Kali... Took her nap. "There was a half a bag yesterday!"

"I killed it. You also need to get milk if you want to make Ais some breakfast." Seriously? Could we not have it delivered? Do supermarkets deliver to secret creepy bunkers in the middle of nowhere? "Hey, did you know the Nazis had a special branch devoted to archaeology?"

"Little early for Nazi trivia, especially without caffeine." Suzy sniffed, tucking her knees up under her chin and hugging her legs. "Can I murder something? I'm in the murdering mood."

Well, this was going to be a good day. We had the Immortal Space Nun wanting to kill someone, and probably Cas. What the hell was he doing, hurting her like this? "Maybe, depends on if you have good enough reason. Being a tool isn't really one I'm afraid. Sorry, Suze, I know how much he meant to you, what you gave up to be with him."

She nodded a little, her long curls hiding her tear tracked face. "Yeah. I can't even get this stupid necklace he gave me off, it zaps anyone who tries. Something about Angel's Promise or some bull."

At which point Sam tried to get us back on the topic that he wanted. "It's called the "Ahnenerbe", there were sites all over Germany, and then as the Nazis increased their territory, they started popping in Poland, Finland, uh, North Africa..."

"Yeah, how is this more important than our coffee situation? Or the milk we specifically bought for my daughter or the fact that our best friends have just broken up quite badly?"

"'Cause we found something," Ria told us firmly, her chin resting on Sam's shoulder. "I mean, we need something. Magic. A weapon strong enough to give us a shot against Amara. So, we've been looking outside the lore in history. And we found this, the Vichy Memorandums. They were Nazi communications that puzzle historians to this day. And they speak of a super weapon obtained by the Ahnenerbe, said to be strong enough to win the war."

"What was it, Aunty Ria?" Aisling asked, still on my hip and still as light as a feather. Took after her mom there.

Ria smiled fondly at her niece. "Well, these memos refer to it as "The Hand of God." I mean, that was sort of a catch-all term for several objects he touched on Earth in Biblical times, do you understand, my love?" Aisy nodded. "They're believed to contain traces of His power."

Like this meant anything. "Yeah, well the Nazis believed a lot of things."

Only Suzy was on their side, obviously ready to kick some ass. "Dean, Lucifer's caged. Khalilah's is..." Out of commission until further notice. "God's MIA, the only beings strong enough to battle Amara are gone. If we're gonna fight her, what better way to arm up than with an actual dose of His power? If she was older, Aisling would be the perfect way to trap her back in the void, she'd supposedly going to learn to throw the portals she walks through, like the game."