Linking Lives / Book 12 / The Life Series / Supernatural Season 13

A Most Holy Man

In the library of the bunker one morning, I was sitting at one of the tables, researching on my laptop for the ingredients that we needed to do the spell to open the rift to get to Jack and Mary to bring them home. Aiden, Amara and Dean were sitting at the table with me, eating breakfast. Sam and Brandon walked in from the war room.

"So?" Sam asked.

"What?" Aiden asked.

"Ness, you find anything on the seal of Solomon?" Sam asked.

"Well, I've been digging through the lore, but so far, nothing," I answered.

"Great," Dean told us sarcastically. "So we got Cas in Syria dodging bullets, trying to find fruit from the tree of life. We don't know where Lucifer is, so we can't get grace from an archangel, but Brandon is using what little resources he still has to track down Lucifer."

"Brandon, you got anything on Lucifer?" Amara asked.

"Not yet, but I'm still working on it," Brandon answered. "I'll get a call or a text if someone knows anything about him."

"And, uh, what's the last ingredient of this spell we're never gonna find?" Aiden asked.

"Blood of a most holy man," Brandon answered.

"A most holy man," Amara repeated. "What--what--what does that mean?"

"No idea," Brandon told us. "I've been thinking maybe, uh, blood of a saint?"

"A saint?" Sam repeated.

"Yeah," Brandon answered.

"Yeah, should be easy to get," Aiden told us sarcastically.

"Well, actually, turns out there's a huge market for religious relics," I explained. "Hair of a martyr, um, nails from the true cross."

"Okay, okay," Amara told me. "One, ew. Two, where is this market?"

"Online," I answered.

Dean nodded. "Ah. The internet."

"Anyway, a lot of this is fake, obviously, but I did find one dealer who seems to be legit," I explained. "Margaret Astor. Worth a shot?"

"Yeah," Sam answered. "Good. Why not?"

Dean gestured to the frozen pizza. "I don't think I can take another one of these cold pieces of Papa Giovanni's."

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In a restaurant, we approached the woman named Margaret, who was sipping a Martini.

"Miss Astor?" Dean asked.

"Ms. will do," Margaret told us.

"Of course," I told her. "Great. Uh, may we sit?"

"Please," Margaret answered. We sat down. "So, what can I do for you?"

"Okay, we, um, we're interested in obtaining a very rare religious artifact, and--and we were told that maybe you'd be the person to help us out," Brandon told her.

"Really?" Margaret asked.

"Yeah," Aiden answered.

"Who told you that?" Margaret asked.

"The internet," Amara answered.

Margaret chuckled in amusement, constantly looking at Sam. "So, this is not a personal recommendation?"

"No," Sam answered. "Um, is--is that a problem?"

"Personal relationships are very important to me," Margaret told him, reaching across the table to place her hand on Sam's clasped hands.