Day 61 - 1055 words - Prompt: no one knows

"These are celestial wards. iv'e never seen anything this.. absolute."

"What does that mean?" dean sked, looking back at the phone himelf.

"it.. Does everything. It's hiding spell, a compultion spell, a binding spell. And it's not just focus on etheral powers, but occultish too. it's a... terrifingly powerful spell, and," he looked up formt he screen to the two humans, "It's a little terrifing to see it, to be honest. I odn't undersand how ahuman was able to learn of this to begin with, much lest to caste it..."

"it is..." sam bit his lip, trying to find a gentle wasy to ask. dean had no such quandry, -- "could we replicate it? use it ourselfs?"

Sam shot him a dirty look. he had the same quaestion to be sure, but he was also very away of how uneasy castiel was jsut o look at it. what could something like that do, especially to their angel friend.

it was clear casteil was warring on how truthful he should be on the matter. very dangous then.

"I..." casteil steelled himself, "Possibly, but it needs a power sourse. and i'm not sure i can condone that."

It took a momnet for the rest of the statement to settle in. first, the brothers simple wondered if there was a way to break it down, make it so that casteil won't have to worry about it affecting him. before the implications of the angels words seeped in.

"What... /kind/ of power sourse are we talking."

The angel only shook his head. "I can't.... i can't condone that Dean. Not even upon my enemies. This isn't some blood, or a sacrafice. this isn't even a grusome death.. this is... imprisonment. of the worse kind. This..."

he drew a shaky breath, "This wasn't even done to lucifer. this is torture."

"there's someone behind that door," sam whispered, "isn't htere."

"For it to still be active? yes. yes i believe so."

"Dean looked back to the house, gaze hardened, voice firm. "How do we open the door?"


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The wards did nothing to prevent human entry, it really was just a normal every day lock. they didn't know what would happen if casteil tried to acconany them, so he waited at the imapla while the brotherswent back inside.

sam noted the journals that dean had found on the first pass, set on the car hood when he'd come out to show off the door.

Casteil wasn't certain, but he didn't think there was anything supernartual that would prevent them from investigating, but to still be causios.

inside the door was a saircase, leading into basement stipped of any interiour walls, and painted corner to corner with more runes and sigils. each support pillour had corner shelfs pushed around it storing all manner of things same didn't want to ive much thought too. his flashlight passed over jars that glittered gold at him, and then the next until next to it, jars of eyes. if he would have continued to invisijate the room, he would have found teeth and feathers and fingernails and hair and all manner of other body parts that had been harvested and saved for later use.

once his flashlight found the center of the room though, all curiousty died on the spot.

it appeared to be a metal autopy table set up, with what was clearly a body set on it. Dean's light had found it about the same tim, and in unisone the bothers moved forward, still checking hte room as they stepped for traps.

clearly the Rmmy brothers had not excepoted anyone but themself ot make it this far,a nd the humans passed though the wards easily and unhindered.

the body was emaciated, near skelitaz, layed out on its back. it wasn't human, not even a mammel, lacking nipples, belly button, or genitalia as far as either brother could see, and it was comepleyy hairless. although, that could have been on purpose, sam thought glacing back to the jars. and ater a point, it mihgt simply have become to malnourished to grow it back. its hands where bruised and broken, nails gone, and even the pinky fingers removed. it's body was littlered with inch and half, two inch slashed, none bandgaged or stitched up. the most noticeld was across the center of it's forhead, and it's eyes had either rotted away or had been removed.

there was still a blood drip attached to it's right arm, the bag having long grown to heavy for the support and broken on the floor. dean had leaned down to inspect it, trying to gadge from the dut how long ago that was when he croked out for his brohter.

Sam loked voe rot notice that hte tubing still attached to the creature, while it's contents where dark with age, was still... leaking.

the liquid of deans fingers was dark, nearly clotted, but with a burnt gold shimmer to it. and it was still very much wet. "Is it... still alive?"

Dean recalle dthe look on casteils face, and looked around the dark basement, the light of his flashlight lingering on both the wards and the jars. the ones in his vision right now, dozens of fingers. no.. the same two pinkies, over and over and over.

"They ... they must of had a way to heal it soething... jsut kept harzesting it over and over."

"They stuff they sold to dad, and to ellen and them.. it was this thing..." his own light passed over a set of larger jars. it was filled with a clear liquid, but had a stange glittle int eh middle. "Ive seen this before... dad justed to have a jar of it he'd put int he motel for a while. and then we had to leave in a ruch.. " sam pucked up the jar, turning it under the light. the glittering object remained unmoved jet undeifianble inside. "He was so mad"

Dean swolled at hte reminder of their father, turning his light to the figure as he stood back up. it remained unmoved ont eh slab, and dean pressed a finger agisnt it's schackled wrost, and then to it's neck. "No pulse, no breath..."

sam turned back, jar into his pocket "but still bleeding. so .. probably still alive. we.. we can't leave it like this."

Dean straigtened. "we take it outside. let cas see. and... and if we have to put it down, it should be outside. not.. not in here."