Supernatural: Reclaimed

Chapter 17

Faith stormed out of her room and walked down into the cellar. Cashmere and Crowley were back, holding a femur bone.

"I need your blood," Faith told them, "which one of you is willing to give me your blood."

"I'll give it to you when you've gotten the other blood," Crowley said.

Faith showed him the two vials of blood, "you were saying?"

Crowley sighed and presented a small flask with his blood, "will this do?" Faith took the flask and the bone from him and went up into the kitchen. Sam and Dean followed her up and gathered around the kitchen table. She had taken out a bowl and placed it on the table. She put the bone into the bowl and looked at Sam and Dean.

"Is there some kind of incantation," Sam asked.

"No, you just go," Faith said. Faith lifted up the first vial of blood, Crowley's blood, and handed it to Sam.

"No, you should do it," he said.

"No, we all should do one vial," Faith said. Faith handed Dean Cass's vial of blood and kept her vial. Each of them took the cap off and looked at each other before pouring all three of the bloods onto the bone. They were expecting to hear thunder cracking, but nothing happened.

"Is that it," Dean asked when they were done.

"Yeah, I guess. We'll let that dry before we go after Dick," Faith said.

"Where is he," Sam asked.

"Sucrocorp Headquarters," Cashmere answered. She and Crowley had come up the cellar stairs, leaning against the doorframe.

"And you happen to know this how," Dean asked.

"A little birdie of ours told us only moments ago," Cashmere answered.

"And Sucrocorp headquarters would be where," Sam asked.

"Chicago," Crowley answered, "honestly, have you three been keeping up?"

"We've been a little busy trying to save the world," Faith answered, her eyes flaring.

"No need for that darling," Crowley said, "we're on your side. We have been."

"I don't suppose there are any last-minute tips before we leave," Faith asked.

"Ah yes, just one," Cashmere said, "Which of you are going to Dick's office?"

"Sam, Dean, and I," Faith answered.

"You're not bringing Castiel," Crowley asked.

"Of course not," Dean said.

"Well, did it ever occur to you that every single one of the Leviathans was in Castiel? He knows them, better than anyone. He can see past the meat suits," Cashmere said.

"Why does that matter," Faith asked.

"Because Dick has created more Dicks," Crowley said, "as a safety precaution. He took Kevin; he knows you're coming for him. He kept an original piece of the Richard Roman, in the case that he would need protection, like now."

"Why would he keep a piece of the original Dick Roman," Sam asked.

"They're like shapeshifters; touch something or someone and they can turn into them as easily as they're breathing," Cashmere said.

"So any Leviathan in that building could or could not be the real Dick Roman," Dean asked.

"Correct, but if you bring good, old Castiel, that eliminates that problem," Cashmere said. The three Winchesters sighed and looked at each other. Bringing Castiel meant bring more weight to pull. Castiel was a burden at home; he would be worse if they brought him with them, but did they have any other choice?

"Fine, he goes, but you two stay here," Dean said.

"Optimus," Crowley said in Latin.

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Bobby had made a quick supply run to buy borax while Faith, Sam, and Dean packed guns and machetes. Sam and Dean were in the kitchen while Faith and Cass were down in the cellar. Faith was trying to convince Cass to come with them. It wasn't working.

"I can't help, I only destroy," Cass yelled. Faith left him down there and walked back up to the kitchen. Her brothers were only somewhat concerned about this.

"Dean, he has to come with us," Faith yelled.

"As I recall you didn't want him coming with us," Dean defended.

"Dean...he's our only chance," Sam said.

Dean sighed, "Fine! Fine, I'll go talk to him." Dean walked down the stairs and found Cass leaning against the panic room door. "So...you don't want to help us," Dean said, leaning against the opposite of the door.

"Dean..." Cass started.

"Cass, I get it, you can't help," Dean said.

"If we attack Dick and fail, Sam, Faith, and you die heroically, correct," Cass asked.

Dean didn't expect that question, "I don't know, I guess."

"And at best, I die trying to fix my stupid mistake...or I don't die, I'm brought back again. I see now; it's a punishment, resurrection. It's worse every time," Cass said.

"I'm sorry, uh we're talking about God crap, right," Dean asked.

"I'm not good luck, Dean," Cass said.

"Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth and you are the only guy left on the bench...sorry, but I'd rather have you, cursed or not. And anyway, nut up, all right? We're all cursed. I seem like good luck to you?" Dean asked. Cass just stared at him. "What," Dean asked.

"Well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness," Cass said.

"Yeah, well, I'm probably going to die in a few hours so," Dean said.

"Well I'll go with you and I'll do my best," Cass said.

"Thanks Cass," Dean said, smiling.

"So...can I ask the plan," Cass said, smiling.

"Well according to Crowley and Cashmere, Dick knows we're coming so we're going to announce ourselves...big," Dean said.