SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The Egg and the Eye

That night, Dean gathered everyone but Cas around a table in the library, and explained to them what he saw.

'So, here's the deal,' he said. 'Something's up with Cas and we're gonna figure out what. We've got a few of the best brains here, not to mention my dashing good looks, so I'm sure we can come up with something.'

'What have your "good looks" got to do with anything?' Sam teased.

'It means I can stand here looking pretty while you guys do all the work.'

'Yeah, okay.'

'Shut up, Sam, we've got work to do.

'All right, so we're looking for anything to do with white light because that's basically all we have to go on at this point. Harry and Ron, you take the permanent curses section, Sam and Hermione take magical creatures, Sherlock go for magical diseases, and John, you stay here with me and we'll try and get you to see something else. All right, everyone fan out, let's go.'

They all went off to different parts of the library, except Dean and John, who stayed sitting at their table.

'Where do we start, then?' John asked with a small sigh.

'Let's see... Back at the beginning of the year, when Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret.'

'Ah, yes, I remember it well,' John grinned. 'Do you mind if I hold your hands? It makes the image clearer.'

'Sure.'

John closed his eyes and squeezed Dean's hands tightly. It was a little further back than he had ever forced himself before, but knowing exactly where he was going helped. It was more like a series of freeze frames than a proper vision, but it was better than nothing. He saw Malfoy flash into a ferret, then turned to face Cas. He saw Cas's terrified expression, then Dean and Gabriel leading him away. John followed them all the way up to the hospital wing, but when Dean left, the image began to destabilise, and he caught a brief glimpse of Dumbledore before he snapped back to the library.

'Anything?' Dean said anxiously.

John shook off his dizziness. 'No. Is there nothing closer?'

'Let me think,' Dean said, but before he could say anything else, John was sucked back in.

It was the First Task again, and John was standing outside the first aid tent. His stomach lurched horribly at the sight of himself and Sherlock walking into the tent. He had caught flashes of himself before, but nothing this clear. He followed their past selves, and once again saw Cas glowing.

He watched Dean take him into a private cubicle and fail to calm him down, then Gabriel again leading him away. John tried to follow, but the glowing grew brighter and brighter the further they walked, until John could no longer see his surroundings. He forced himself to let go of the vision, and leaned back in his chair until the room stopped spinning. 'It's no good,' John told Dean queasily. 'I can't see a thing past all the glowing.'

'Okay, but is he glowing, or is it a spell or something?'

John frowned. 'I think it's coming from him.'

Sherlock then returned from the magical diseases section. 'Nothing that might indicate Castiel's condition,' he said. 'The cure for Dragon Pox glows a little, but nothing like what John is describing.'

'Yeah, that and I think we'd have noticed if he had Dragon Pox,' Dean pointed out.

Harry and Ron also returned with nothing.

'Lots of curses glow,' Ron shrugged. 'But all the ones we could find are obvious.'

Then Sam and Hermione came back.