Clash of Worlds

Chapter 5-Supernatural

Dean layed a hand on Cas's back. "We'll figure it out."

Sam cleared his throat. "Um, you know, it's probably not the best to sit around a body in the middle of the night. I will be in the car."

Dean nodded. "Catch up with you in a few."

Sam rolled his eyes but got up and left, leaving Dean and Cas sitting in the street. As soon as Sam's footsteps faded into the darkness, Cas leaned forward and pushed the woman's jacket up slightly. There was a flash of silver.

"Cas? What're you doing?" Dean asked. Cas ignored him, only drawing out a knife about 10 inches long. It was a strange, bright gold with a bronze handle and several designs etched into the handle. Cas frowned.

"I've never seen a knife like this. Have you, Dean?"

Dean reached out and gently plucked the knife from his fingers. He rotated it in the moonlight. Then he stood up.

"I might've. Come on. Sammy would probably figure it out."

Cas nodded and stood up. They both cast a look at the body for a moment, then turned and walked down the alley together to the impala. Sam already sat in the passenger seat, typing away on his laptop. Dean grunted as he entered the car.

"You ever unstick yourself from that?"

Sam ignored the comment. "I'm doing research on the woman's tattoo."

Cas slid into the backseat. "And?"

"Well, SPQR means Senatus Populusque Romanus. It was ,like, the city of Rome's motto or something. And the harp is the sign of Apollo." Sam said.

"And the stripes?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head.

"Nothing... I can't find anything in roman history about 10 horizontal stripes."

Dean nodded slowly. Then he drew the woman's knife out of his jacket. "Well, I was right. Lady was carrying a Roman knife."

Sam looked up. "Where'd you get that?!"

Dean shrugged. "Cas found it."

Cas snorted.

"Okay, so maybe this was just a woman who was really into Rome. You think that has something to do with her death?" Cas asked.

Sam bit his lip and typed in something.

"It's possible. Apparently, the Roman goddess of the earth, Gaea, could do that according to myth. Make people explode with dirt."

Dean leaned over. "You saying were dealing with a myth?"

Sam nodded. "Yup."

Dean rolled his eyes and started the car. "And I thought we had it bad enough. Im in the mood to kill something, Sam. Find me a demon."

"Dean, that probably isn't the best-" Cas said. Sam interrupted him.

"Nah, he gets like this. Alright, we got demon activity in Los Angeles. 11 miles."

Dean grinned. "I like it."

20 minutes later, the car slowed to a stop outside a building with loud music and lights spilling out the doors.

"This is it?" Dean asked. Sam nodded.

"Yup. Demon is in a club."

"I don't really understand the points of these." Cas said.

"No one does. You just go." Dean said as he got out. Sam and Cas joined him as they walked up to the building. They got past the bouncer and walked in. Cas winced from the loud music.

Dean simply rolled his eyes and starts walking down the stairs to the dance floor. They pass rows of tables of highly intoxicated people, and Cas shoots a strange look towards a group of boys and a few girls laughing loudly.

They push their way down to the bottom floor and shove through people until they reach the far wall.

"This is useless. We'll never be able to find the demon in here, much less kill it. There's too many people." Dean says.

"I have an idea." Sam says, a small smile touching his lips.

Dean glares at him. "Don't you dare."

"Well, we might be able to find it."

"Yeah. Or you might do something to me. We aren't doing it." Dean spat.

"Dean.... I think I might've found your demon...." Cas said quietly.

"What?"

Cas started walking down the wall along the dance floor. He stopped for a second and looked around, then turned down a hallway.

Dean and Sam followed him, gleaming angel blades in their hands. Cas stopped at the end of the hallway and stared down in disgust.

"I found your demon, Dean."

Slumped against the wall lay a woman. Her hair was messy and she was pale. Her eyes glowed red and talons lay at the ends of her fingers.

Dean snorts. "Not much of a fight." Then he kneeled down next to its face.

"Who did this to you?!" He shouted. The woman flinched.

Dean took the blade and made a slash in her arm. The woman gasped.

"Him.... he has no idea of his power.... none of them do......"

Sam kneeled down next to Dean. "Who?!"

Dean took the blade and made another cut along her shoulder. She screamed.

"None of them do!"

"Who?!"

Dean rested the blade on her throat. Her voice came out in a gurgled whisper.

"Dahlberg."

The blade sunk in and the woman exploded. The brothers stood up.

"Dahlberg?"

Sam shrugged. "Never heard of it. Cas?"

Cas shook his head. "It is not familiar. It is not an angel or demon."

Dean shrugged and wiped off his blade. "Whatever. Lets get out of here. I got my demon."

Sam sighed. "What about this Dahlberg?"

"Probably not here anymore. That is, if he had any sense he wouldn't be here anymore. Lets go."