Centuries

Six

I wake up with a throbbing headache.I don't remember much of how I got here but I know for sure that I'm not in that beach house anymore. Holding my head I get up and see that I'm in some kind of small room. And it's swaying from side to side. I get up and look out the small window and see that I'm on the damn fucking ocean. 

I suddenly remember a conversation I had with Hezekiah before getting stabbed by a demon. This was where that crystal Sam trapped Michael in was located. I can feel the pull on my side. It's stronger than the pull when I stood on the beach. Then I start to freak out a bit. How long has it been? I remember being practically cornered in a room at the beach house by Hezekiah.

"Then I demanded my fucking memories back!" I rub my head even more. It's no wonder my head is killing me. I have a flood gate of a years world of memories slamming into my brain. 

"Good you're up," Hezekiahs voice startles me and I spin around. He tosses a scuba divers suit at me. "Let's get to work."

"Wait," I stop him before he goes. "How long have it been out or been gone?" I need to know. I already know Dean is freaking out because he either can't reach me or find me or both. 

"Two days, you passed out after I removed the wall. Made it easier to transport you here. And by the way," Hezekiah tosses something on the small dresser. "I took the liberty of disabling your phone. Just so those pesky Winchesters don't find us."

Then I'm left alone in the room. I slowly get on the scuba suit and make my way out of the small cabin and onto the deck. We are on a yacht in the middle of the ocean. Well almost in the middle of the ocean. I can see land but not too well. 

"What am I doing?" I ask Hezekiah. 

"You are diving deep into the ocean to get the crystal. I can't do it because Sam Winchester warded it real well." Hezekiah sits down on a deck chair and taps his fingers on the arm rest. "When you have it, open it and give me the crystal." 

"How do I know that you won't kill me?" I have my reasons to not trust him. One, taking my memories. Two, trying to bring back Michael. Three, trying to use the same playbook that Michael used. And finally four, he has lied to me many times this past year.

Hezekiah snaps his fingers and this longing for Michael washes over me. "You lack so much faith in me. Now go fetch me that crystal so you can see your beloved Michael again."

I can't protest. Every fiber in me wants to scream out but this longing makes me pick up an oxygen tank and mask. I struggle to put it on until it's suddenly on me. I walk to the back of the yacht and stare at the ocean below me. I step off the edge and into the ocean.

I sink down a bit hoping maybe the oxygen tank and mask fail on me. I'd rather be dead than help this dick face out. Then the thought of Dean runs through my mind. I start to move deeper into the water until I find a brown wooden box. There's sigils and such all over it. Sam heavily protected this thing. Then I catch a bit of Enochian by the lock. 

I open at the close

Well now I know that Sam was or is a fan of Harry Potter. But what the hell did it mean. Harry kissed his thing. Then it hits me. I have to say the word open in Enochian. Not to smart about that one Sam, I think. But then again, I was a bit more book smart than he was. It was also good that I knew some of the ancient angel language thanks to Cas.

I push my way back up to the surface. Once my head is above the water, I pull the mouth piece out of my moth and see Hezekiah reaching for the box. "No," I turning away from him. "Get me out of the water first or I let this sink back to the bottom and I drown myself."