She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Twenty One - Primordial

Hello hello hello everyone, Supernatural fandom and the like! It's been a while, but I have a whole week of break so woohoo for the free time. Anyway, I hope everyone had a great and fulfilling Thanksgiving. I saw an SNL skit on their Thanksgiving special, and I thought it was just absolutely hilarious! It was a family all sitting down at the dinner table, and every time they would start to argue about politics ad stuff, the little girl would go to the stereo and start playing Hello by Adele, and then all the adults would break out into lip syncing. Even I was singing. I just...it was just too funny. I added it here in case you're curious.

Sooooooo, without further ado, here is chapter twenty-one. I encourage you to go back to the last couple of paragraphs pf chapter twenty in case you forgot where we left off. Sorry about that. BUT NO MATTER! Here is the next chapter!

Please don' forget to vote and comment on this chapter. I appreciate it so much. Thank you and Enjoy!
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"Not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it. And it is not only reaching back that endangers us; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us with its shadowy claws."
~ Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian

"Okay, so, dark clouds, fierce winds..." Dean listed off, sitting at the grand mapped table in the bunker.

Jane sat across from him, tapping her fingers on the table impatiently.

With the flap of wings, Castiel returned with Sam, one hand resting firmly on his shoulder.

"I'm guessing it's still there," Jane said, turning to Sam.

Cas nodded, "It is covering more of the sky now. There is dark energy expanding farther and farther in all directions."

"What are we going to do?" Jane asked, resting her hand flat on the table.

"What are we gonna do? We're gonna stop this sonofabitch before it gets any worse." Dean declared.

"But we need to find the source of it first," Sam pointed out, sitting down at the head of the table. Dean and Jane both turned their seats toward him.

"Okay, what's the first thing you think of when you see extreme changes in weather?" Dean asked.

"Demons," Sam said matter-of-factly.

"But you heard what Crowley said," Jane sat up in her chair, "We're dealing with some kind of ancient evil. I want to think it's demons as much as the next guy, but, we all know that we have no idea what we're really dealing with."

Cas sighed, "Actually," he said, earning the attention of the three, "I still have some connections in Heaven. I asked around about our predicament. What we're dealing with...it's an ancient creature that devours anything and everything in its path."

"What?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"They call it Behemoth."

"We're dealing with an elephant demon?" Sam, who had already grabbed his laptop and begun searching the name, looked up from his computer at Cas in confusion.

"No. Hinduism holds only one interpretation. It is said in the book of Job that God created a creature so fearful that only he can destroy it. Job 40, lines 15 through 24 in the New Testament..."

Sam typed quickly on his keyboard.

Flatly, he read, "Look at Behemoth, which I made just as I made you; it eats grass like an ox. Its strength is in its loins, and its power in the muscles of its belly. It makes its tail stiff like a cedar; the sinews of its thighs are knit together. Its bones are tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron...