Maisie Winchester: The Cursed Hunter

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DISCLAIMER; SUPERNATURAL ISN'T MINE AND THIS WORK IS COMPLETELY FAN-MADE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE CANON STORY BESIDES THE FOLLOWING OF THE SEASON EVENTS (SEASON 11).

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MAISIE SITS AT THE KITCHEN table with Sam, going through various pieces of lore and ridiculous stretches to try and defeat Amara. Their sort-of run in last week with the Qareen appearing to Dean as the all-powerful figure and Dean admitted that he wouldn't be able to face her had prompted the more intensive search. Maisie, still lying through her teeth to the men and to Tala that she was now fine mentally and physically, was slowly increasing her alcohol tolerance. She would still cry herself silently to sleep over a bottle but the alcoholic practices now spilt out to almost every other drink she had both in and out of the bunker.
The only silver lining she had to calm herself was Tala's successful recovery mission. She had apprehended all the important necessities from the wreckage, erasing the officers memories and altering police records as best she could. Of course, there was always the chance they still knew or suspected Maisie's involvement but, with nothing left to trace her current whereabouts, she didn't need to worry.
Maisie looks up to see her father entering the kitchen, picking up the empty bag of coffee beans and observing the empty and unclean coffee pot in the machine beside it.
"We're out," Sam says simply, barely once looking up from the old books thrown across the small surface.
"There was half a bag yesterday!" Dean protests, throwing the rubbish back on the bench, walking over to the pantry shelf, hoping that there is a bag of coffee somehow left untouched.
"Yup, and now there isn't," Maisie says as she pours herself glass of whiskey into the mug to soak up the final remnants of coffee.
"Hey," Sam clears his throat, taking the bottle from his niece. "Did you know the Nazis had a special branch devoted to archaeology?"
"Little early for Nazi trivia," Dean double takes at the topic. "Especially without caffeine."
"It's called the 'Ahnenerbe'," Sam continues anyway. "There were sites all over Germany, and then as the Nazis increased their territory, they started popping in Poland, Finland, uh, North Africa..."
"Yeah, how is this more important than our coffee situation?"
"Just listen." Maisie holds up a hand before prompting Sam to continue.
"'Cause we found something," Sam says. "I mean, we need something. Magic. A weapon strong enough to give us a shot against Amara. So, I've been looking outside the lore in history." Maisie starts circling her hand as she tries to push Sam to get to the point. "And I found this, the Vichy Memorandums. They were Nazi communications that puzzle historians to this day. And they speak of a superweapon obtained by the Ahnenerbe, said to be strong enough to win the war."
"Yeah? What was it?" Dean says, looking at the two researchers with fatigue and boredom.
"You know, a little enthusiasm wouldn't kill you," Maisie points out before Sam continues.
"Well, these memos refer to it as 'The Hand of God.' I mean, that was sort of a catch-all term for several objects he touched on Earth in Biblical times. But they're believed to contain traces of His power."
"Kinda like Tala. But stronger and not tied to the average strength of a human soul." Maisie says cynically with a shrug. Dean sighs, shaking his head, trying everything he can to dismiss the sliver of hope he has been provided.

"Yeah, well the Nazis believed a lot of things."

"Dean, Lucifer's caged." Sam tries to reason. Much to her dismay, Maisie's flinch doesn't go unnoticed by either man. "God's MIA, the only beings strong enough to battle Amara are gone. If we're gonna fight her, what better way to arm up than with an actual dose of His power?"
"Okay, so you said the Nazis got their hand on one of these, uh, hands?" Dean questions sceptically.

"Right."

"Well if it was so powerful it could win them the war, why didn't it?" Dean sits beside his daughter, stealing the last few droplets of her now cold coffee.
"Because they lost it," Sam says simply. "En route to Berlin, it was stolen. The Nazis searched high and low for the thief, but they never found their prime suspect, uh, here-" Sam hands Dean one of the open books. "Delphine Seydoux. French mistress to a high-ranking Nazi. Thought to be a French traitor, 'til she killed her German lover, and made off with the weapon."