Unconscious

[mekachu04]

Sunday, 10 November
Prompt:	Unconscious	2720	WordCount:	2173

"The apparent greater demon, who possibly knows yet /another/ antichrist, watches Dean's face closely as he hands up a phone call from the demon's alleged godson.""Thank you. He does worry.""

It's not the weird situation the winchesters have found themselve in, but it is getting up there pretty quickly. The flames have been put out, but the oil is stil there at the outside of the trap, ready to light again, as the demon sits on his knees, pages spreading out around him

""Look,"" he reasured them, holding up a few leafs, ""These five look like theire related, all have the same origin. You still haven't given me all the sentane. So I don't know what theire rtying to say, but these five look important.""

Sam takes the sheets nad looks them over quickely. He knods to the hall, and Dean leaves with him, pieceing them against hte array they have copied in the other room. sure enough, the five sigils are all in roughly equal placement in the pattern. While they are no bigger or smaller than the others, the placement was notworthy. one against each shoulder blade, one slidetly front on each shoulder and hte last dead center to the costatoic angel's chest.

""You should propbly not break all the five at once,"" the demon calls fromt he floor, before turning to Bobby and Castiel, ""I don't think its a one scuff and done thing,"" he explains in a more room freeling volumne, ""those five are probablt focaly points, almost like seals. you should be careful arobt breakign them, incase their's been any energy stored up. but really, they feel more like... sence blockers."" he tilts his head, a look not oo uncommon for csatil and it's unerving. ""five is an odd number to do things in, are you sure you gave me them all? six is more our syle. seven if you're cocking around with heavens work. I'm not really sure which one you're playing wit to be honest. five is.. human maybe? like the chinese. lots of stuff set in sets of five over there. europe was more ofur. but ohh!"" he chuckles,""four is baaaad luck in japan.""

Bobby galnces at Casteil, whol nods /yes, he;ll stay/ while he rolls out to confire with the boys. Castiel stood watch outside the cricle, listening to the demon ramble. He seemed fairly at ease in his trap, talking aimlessly and at great length. He continued to talk at his captors, but din’t seem offened or hurt when no one tlaked back to him. While the situation didn't seem to bother him, Castiel could feel a long settled air of dispair within him. He didn’t like that he recognised this emotion from the deep seated distress that had long sense taken hold of the winchesters, didn’t like that the part of him that was quick to sooth it from the humans has asking if he was going to do the same for the demon.

The phone call had been most cursios, and while Castiel sense no decete or double meanings from the demon, the man on the otherside has left them all on the wrong foot. Who /was/ this ‘warlock’ and who the hell was he meaning by the antichrist?

“Look, Look, angel,” the demon waved at him, and he recoiled out of arms reach. The demon actually looked hurt by that, “i see. Sorry.” he mutteres sinking back until he's spwarled out on the floor, looking up at Casteil through a friadge of re hair. ""Come on trenchcoat, tell me what it is, please? I wanna see what 's so specisl to have been bound up in all that.""

""Why do you think something is bound?""

Crowley rolls on to his stomache, motioning to the ring of holy oil and the room in general, ""Becuase humans are involved. That's what they do. they don't know what somehting is, they draw every protect measure they can find. They fear something power; well can't leave it alone, but sure, draw an arraoy to try and control it. Yours and mine, we're more hands on. leave the door open hoping someoone stupid eough to try it. You know in London, the doors to heaven and hell are litteraly right next to one anotehr? don't try to show up to work smashed, might take the wrond steps. and then thats it. but there's no lock, no gate. no guard.""

Was it really that easy for field agents? ""You have a door to heaven in London?""

""well sure. i'd bet theire all over hte place; haven't really had a reason to go looking for htem though. nothing i want up there.""

Any other demon, Castiel would schoff at the idea that if they had an ungarded entrance to heaven they wouldn't plan something. But the demon trapped in Bobby's house, a fallen angel of all things, honestly didn't seem tlike he was interested in it at all. Maybe it was a trap of some kind? pretending that there was an ungarded entrance to Heaven to lure .. who? Him specifially? He glanced at the hall to where his humans had gone, bfore looking back it...and empty room.

""DEAN!!""

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“So your mystery spell is in here, yeah?” Crowley muttered, lurking around on of the other rooms in the wheelchair boand human's home. It was stripped bare, witha cot set up against the wall, but not much else. there where no markings in this room, but the /feel/ of magic was heavy in the air. it burned his eyes, and felt an awful like the paper's he'd been shuffling though. Very dangerous to copy those down, especially without anything to cancel them out. Becuase it wasn't so much that they looked alike as that he could /feel/ them collecting power on the paper. Well, four of them he could feel. the last paper he couldn't feel at all, no power, no paper, like his hand was empty, despite the fact he could see it.

That was his tip off. He couldn't fell that paper, and one of the others made it so he couldn't focus on what was on the page. one didn't make a sound when it was shuffled, and two of the others set of his snakie sceanses (taste and smell)

Five was an unusualy number for casting, but if you where talking human, human's like five. insisted five elements for a very long time,a nd still taught five senses.

He could hear the humans and hte graceless angel panicing in the room he'd left, and he put hi shands up in surrended. Shades still obscured his face, but he grined like the cat who got he creme as the four rushing into the room

“How did you get out?!”

“Should have lit the fire again. I don’t actaly know if it would have kept me, but lines of the floor only work if the demon in them believes they can't actualy get out. But don’t worry, most of them do.”

“That’s not how it works,” Sam started, the demon coscking his head in a manner too similaors to Castiels.

“Tall human, that how /everything/ works. Escpeailly with us. Belief is 9/10ths of the law. You humans might have a few more laws, but those only work becuase you expect hem too. And even when you believe in them comepletely, you still spend all your energy finding new ways to brea them”

Dean was shaling his head in disbelif, and Sam just looked at him dumbly.

“Look, it’s not your fault, i mean, the apple did a lot to get you all thinking around the rules, but most jsut aren’t made to think outside the box.” He looked directly at Castiel, “No offense. So, what mystery item are we working on?”

He’s pearing around the room; the rescuded andel on full display. But curiosuly, the demon doesn’t even seem to notice.

It confirms a suspission Castiel had not wanted to voice. Crossroads Crwolay had called him old guard. He was a fallen angel, but also hells field agent. He wasn't in possession of a human vessel; he had his own, custom made. He also was unknowling still strong enough to cast unconsious miricles, which was a quite terrifing thought. That gateway to heaven might only exist becuase he assumed it did.

Dean and Sam where about rady to open fire, and Bobby didn't look much behind them. This could all go very bad, very quickly.

""You only stayed in the trap to make us feel better.""

""No, i really didn't know about the fire to be honest. never came across it before. But i stopped letting traps bother me along time ago. Never ended up well for me, my friend or the humans. And they trapped me, so i don't feel that bad. but it was always very inconvent.""

""So when we summoned you...""

""Nobody summons me. ANd yeah, I would rahter have seen Warlock, but no. body. summons. me.""

""So you came to what, make sur no one does agaon, big bad-""

""No, nono, smal human-""

""SMALL?!""

""I made very through efforts to make sure my name isn't written down anywhere. Azi.. Heav... Somebody help me, i even burned a few books to gether there, and hte fight that one cuased was ...bad. Mighta taken falling again to avoid a row like that. Only four creatures had my name until you lot called on me, and i'm very much regretting that fourth one right now. Crawly best watch his back for the next few centuries, becuase this was an abuse of that trust, and the bastard and i had a deal.""

He's angey now, heavy enegy filling the room, but bobby, level headed of them, pipes up, ""He said the sigils might be what your looking for.""

""And what did he say i was looking for?""

""He didn't. Just that you'd killed every dead end.""

""I didn't kill nothing, jsut made it... go away. Whats the sigils from?""

No one said anyhting, and the demon's anger flaired again, ""Trenchcoat, what. are. the. sisigls. from.""

Normally, Castiel would never had let someone talk to him like that, and Dean was winding up to tell the newcommer off, but Sam beat them all to it, ""Can't you see it?""

He seems to conclude the same this as Castiel. He couldn't. The bindings on their rescuded angel kept him from Castiel's holy sight. if crowley was truely in his ow form, he had no one else's sences to borrow. He was jsut as blinded as Castiel was. It also lead Castiel to fear that, the bound angel, in his own vessel and not one borrowed, was trappe dunder the same circumstances that Casteil was, but on the other side.

""See. What.""

The anger let out of the room in a sigh, Crowley's voice tinging more with unease anf worry. no one liked being out of the loop, and it seemed Crowley was at his end. Dean nodded again to the bed, and the demon looked over, eyes sliding over the figure - now dressed in some sleep wear borrowed from bobby - without seeing him.

Sam moved into the room, walking right past Crowley to the bed, and pulled out on the the appers crowely had sorte dout eirlier. ignoring the room, he pulled loose the buttons ont he borrowed shirt, and leaved though the sheets to the matching sigil over the angels' sternum. ""This one, "" he said, holding up the 'touch' page frombefore. Crowley easied forward, hand blindly out. sam, gorwing tired of the who thing, took his questing figners (so cold) in his own,a nd settled them on the angels skin over hte mark.The demon jerked awy, face tweisted in renewed rage, “What is this? You’ve bound a /person?/ are they even still alive? That’s… thats inhuman!”

The outrage was surprising, so much so, that they didn’t react intime as the demon shoved Sam away, surging forward to trace the sigil of touch. The demon was carefully feeling out the lines of the spell, working blindly, but deftly, pulling at weavings only he and castiel had been able to feel.

“We found him this way,” Dean said finaly, looking wariy, as the demon knelt before their strand ward, Castiel watching over his work; the demon's fingers glowed with felt like hellfire, but he was careful to keep room between them and the angels skin; a hard task when you couldn't see what you where doing, and couldn't feel anythign but resistance.

The angel on the bed shivered, the first movement of its own as the demon drew away from his chest. The humans watched the once hidden sigil burned into its chest glow yellow around the edges. It did not fade back away, but caste a soft glow, the hellfire unable to remove it, but to isolate it from the rest of the spell. For the first time, the chest rose and fell, like the angel had not taken a breath the entire time it was bound. It shuddered under the demons hands, but otherwise it remained unmoving.

“Easy, child,” the demons soothed, the body still hidden form him, but carefull feeling out the curve of the body, finisng the shoulder, “shhhh. It’s alot at once, i know. I know..”
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