Rakshasha

Chapter 7

Dean had a set of crystal tumblers in his room that would be perfect for the brandy. He was never a fan of snifters. Hole at the top was too damned small. He found the glasses and grabbed three of them.

Then he spotted it.

He had always looked at it and treated it as one of the antiquities of the bunker and never gave it a second thought.

A black rotary dial phone on his desk.

"No way this thing still works," Dean said aloud.

He picked up the receiver and his eyes widened as he heard the dial tone.

"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed.

He grabbed his cell phone and found Rowena's number and started dialing.

"This takes forever," he complained.

The phone rang and Rowena picked up on the second ring.

"Who is this?" came the familiar accent that for once, Dean was happy to hear.

"Rowena, its Dean."

"Dean, and to what do I owe this call?"

There was a slight pause.

"And where are you calling me from?"

"I'm in the bunker. I found a rotary phone and it still works."

"Still works? I remember those things. Takes forever just to dial a number."

"Tell me about it. Anyway, we have a situation here."

"I'm listening darling."

Dean filled her in on the Rakshasha and that her father was trying to come back from Hell and the time limit they had before the whole place went sky high.

"You Winchesters always have a full plate don't you, love?"

"Yeah, yeah, can you help with the spell or not, Rowena."

"I can, but I don't think that's your pressing concern here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Dean Winchester, that I don't think that thing is your father."

"What? So, he's like a demon or something? That would be pretty easy to prove. Why would a demon pretend to be dad?"

"No, you thick-headed galoot. I think it's the Rakshasha."

"What? Why would you say that, Rowena?"

"A Rakshasa main weapon is the spell of illusion."

"That's right!" Dean exclaimed. "I should have remembered that from my book. I have that damned thing memorized."

"Book? What book, love?"

"Um," Dean stammered. "It's not important. Anyway, how do I test Dad to see if he's not, you know, Dad?"

"Why don't you just consult this 'book' of yours, Dean Winchester?"

"Come on Rowena."

"Fine, pierce it with a magical weapon. I'm sure the bunker is chock full of things like that."

"Great, thanks, Rowena."

"Dean," Rowena said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you the slightest bit curious as to why this creature is stalling for time?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that the explosion is not going to kill this thing. Material force won't work on it. I'm surprised your precious Men of Letters didn't think of that."

"So, what do you think it's up to?"

"No idea, my pet, but I will tell you one thing; you and Samuel need to be ready when you dispel the illusion spell. Rakshaska's are nasty beasties. I don't recommend a test I recommend a swift kill with something large and magical. Understand?"

"Yeah, Rowena and what if it is my dad and we just kill him proving he's not? Huh? What then?"

"I'm sorry, love. It's got to be done. The only thing that bomb is going to kill is you boys. The beastie will walk free and clear."

Dean slammed the phone down into its cradle. The satisfaction of slamming the phone felt better than anything else. The one thing that cell phones would never replace. Try slamming a cell phone and you're off getting a new cell phone.

Dean sighed and scratched the stubble on his firm jaw.

"Jesus," he whispered and headed out the door of his room back to the library where a monster might be waiting for him.

Wouldn't be the first time.

On the other end of the phone, Rowena recoiled from the sound of the phone slamming. It had been a long time since she had heard that sound. She shrugged and went back to reading the screen of her computer.

Her eyes squinted for a moment, and then she stopped reading to try to work out what she had just read.

"I'm pretty sure Mr. 'FreakyWinchesterBros.' That you and this Wattpad.Com have never even met a girl."

She read a little more.

"Virgins. That isn't even a workable position."

She thought about it again and shook her head in disbelief.

"Unless you're triple jointed."

She closed the laptop in disgust.