Two Worlds V

XLIII

Fergus...

I went through my cabinet and took down the last bottle of liquor. I went to pour it into my glass when I realized, like the others, it was empty. I clenched my fist around the bottle and then threw it to the wall, causing it to shatter. I paced and held my head. The screams had gotten louder and louder until now. My ears felt as though they may break, and I wished they would so this may end.

I kept from screaming so that no others could hear me, and felt my mark starting to burn. I sat and started forcing my shoe off, then pulled my sock away from my ankle to see my mark had started to dig deeper into my being.

Not again, I begged, putting a hand over it and looking away, God not again, I breathed heavily and re-corrected myself, shaking my head slightly as I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my jacket and buttoning it.

"Not quite, Dylan," I turned to him, and he looked at me from standing near the door, arms crossed. He was smiling.

"Is that right, Fergus?" He asked, "Because as I see, I'm winning, and you can't do anything about it, no matter how much you want."

"I understand that clearly," I told him, "But what is it you're using me for, I wonder." I put my hands in my pockets.

"You know your exact part," He held his hands in front of him, "Just not explicitly."

I wrinkled my eyebrows slightly, "What?"

"Don't you worry," He kicked at the shattered glass below his feet, then looked back to me, "Because you couldn't change it even if any of us wanted."

"Of course, not as if your plans haven't been foiled before."

I felt his hand grasp around my throat as he formed in front of me, lifting me from the ground. I gasped and gagged, trying to hit his arms to make him release me.

"You must learn your place, Fergus," He said, "You're no god, just a sad demon on a throne that was built from my doing." I tried to breathe, holding onto his arm, "So even 'your' kingdom, belongs to me. Remember that for me, alright?" He dropped me to the ground and I choked and coughed, breathing heavily and holding my throat.

He went to shadow and I started getting up slowly. I grabbed my over coat from the coat rack and started walking out of my office.

"Robin," I closed the door behind me, and Robin came walking down the hall. I nodded down the hall, "You said Taylor hasn't been in the Veil as often." I started walking and he followed.

"Yes, seems that way," Robin verified, "Why?"

"You think you could do me a favor?" I asked, "I need entrance into the Winchester's little hide out, and for that to happen, I need someone from the inside to invite me."

"And how would he help?"

"He could get me into conference with Cas."

"Excuse me," He stopped and I turned to him, "This is below my paygrade, I have much better things to do with my time than run errands, especially a game of telephone."

"We had a deal."

"And deals expire, right?" He brushed off my shoulder and pat my cheek, "And ours has just now."

"You bloody,"

He was gone and I grit my teeth, then nodded slightly. I walked down the hall then flashed out, looking around the old town I hadn't been near for years.

Cas...

"Alright, so can you or can you not take in a kid?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"We already have four mouths to feed," Mark told me, "We don't even have enough room." I nodded slightly, "And I'm pretty sure the other three will kill me if we take in a kid."