Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 62 - Careful Planning

Somewhere off in the Multiverse

Tarsa was staring at Eskiron in disbelief. "This can only mean one thing," he said. "Falcarian."

"That's the way I see it," Answered Eskiron. "But how? If he were anywhere on that world, I would have sensed him."

"Unless he found a way to ward himself."

"Against us?" exclaimed Eskiron. "That's just not possible."

While Tarsa wished very much that there would be a way to do that, he didn't believe it possible either.

"Then the only possible explanation is that he's helping them from another world, perhaps the one their females come from," he mused.

"So, what do we do about it."

Tarsa was looking out the window, hands in his pockets. He turned to look at Eskiron and said, "Nothing at the moment. In fact, by helping them he is unwittingly helping us. The better prepared the Winchesters are the more likely they are to be successful, and we may all yet live through this."

Eskiron nodded. "True enough," he said. "But in the end, he will have to be found."

Tarsa sincerely hoped it would never come to that. "Agreed," he said. "But for now, let the Winchesters train. Let them learn what they can about our world. Let them be as prepared as possible. For that matter, if you find a way to help them, do it."

"What will you tell HIM?" Eskiron asked.

"Enough to make HIM happy. I will think of something."

"It would be hard to tell HIM about the training without mentioning Falcarian. And if you do that, HE might just go off on a tangent. HE's calm right now"

"I know. You just take care of your end, and leave HIM to me. I know all too well it's my head that goes first if anything pisses HIM off."

Eskiron nodded, "Okay then, I'll get back to it."

"Thanks," said Tarsa, turning back to stare out the window. "Oh, and Eskiron," he called as the Senior was leaving. "Do keep watching what they are doing, and find out whatever you can about what they know. Report to me in person from now on. Nothing goes over the air."

"Got it," he said, and closed the door behind him. Eskiron stood and watched out the window for a very long time. Then he called in Mellona to discuss these new developments, and what it might mean for them.

Katie's POV

Mom had the boys out in the hallways all morning. They were getting very good at getting around without sight. She decided to let everyone join me in the study for lunch, so I could discus my own findings while we ate. Sam sneaked me a kiss before he sat down to eat.

"How's it going, Katie?" asked, Dean.

"Well, I've gotten through some of this new material," I answered. "So far, I know that you are going to need quite a few things that you will apparently gather as you travel. This plan was made eons ago, and certain family lines have been put in charge of guarding some artifacts. The best translation for them is 'crystal heart,' or perhaps just 'glass heart.' The Aramaic word doesn't translate well."

"You would need to get these anyway, because they are necessary for unlocking the creativity. But by coating each of these hearts in a particular substance, specific to each one, by the way, you'll have to get it right, that's what will destroy it, instead of release it. Get even one wrong and it gets released."

"That seems pretty elaborate," said Sam.

"Well it is, and it's only the start," I told them. "Remember who did this and why. They would want to make sure it wouldn't be easy to do."