Day 64 - 1318 words - Prompt: bright lights

Once Casteil gt the other angel calm, he sat back on his heels, and the look of barely restained devisation crossed his face. Sam knlet down next to them, studing the.. Pricipality, while the brothers both mentailly checked everything they knew about angels - even what they'd disregared ove rthe years as being jsut plain wrong. Which was most of it.

"Can you heal hiuim?" Sam asked, and catiel just shook his head dumbly.

"I can't even see him. Not with my own sences. It doesn't even registar he's right here unless i use Jimmy's eyes. Jimmy's sences." he pulled his trenchcoat down slightly to point of some of the brands, head titled in what Dean relaised was Castiel trying look at somehting though a human lense instead of his angelic one.

"this cluster," casteil said, pointing to an array burned aross what would be the symblloic heart of the creature, "ths spicically is for focusing a priciplaities power to protecting an area. becuase that's what priciplaies /Do/. they are guardians of specific places or people. this one has been stolen from it's assignment, and then forcably bound here. probabyl this house specifially, instead of the area." the array was swollen and red, like the branding was new, a reaction to being carried out of it's arrangement like it was. "i can't tell if it's been broken, or just gone dormant. the others," he motioned the othe ones of the right side, and the shoulders, the ones hidden on it's back and out of site becuase of the coat, "I can make guesses, but I'm litterlay wokring half blind. until we break the ones keeping him form my Sight, I'm not sure how much i can actually do to help."

Sam looked at Dean, who contiplated the colt. "But we could, theroically free this guy then? and then.. what, hope he doesn't kill us and let his go running rampred? hope he doesn't deside to kill all of us for what happen to him?"

"I odn't know." Casteil said hnestly, "but i do think we can release him from this spell. Or we should at least try first, before making any more permanit actions. He's hurting now, so he may lash out. but right now, he can't hurt us."

"if we can help him.. and then explain..." Sam hedged, "A priciplaity is... that's pretty strong right? maybe he could help us in return?"

"we could use all the allies we can get." dean said finally, signing. "lets get him in the car... we'll... we'll hole up somewhere, figure this out. I don't want to involve bobby in case this goes south, but we should let him know we checked the house out and we might have stuff for him. the journals and what not, once we igured out if htye can help."

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Booby was not pleased they wheren't comeing right back, but dirrected them to a differnt safehouse, one that was empty, just like he proised, but without the riskes that came with motel hoping, especially with a naked, sorta human invalid they had to carry fromt he back seat inside. The angel in question had made no noice once htey'd removed him from the house, and rarely moved, just a twitch of hte face from time to time. the brother's could see the strain appearing on castiels face as he struggeld to be helpful, forcing to rely onsoley human sences before switching back to his own to per over the photos and journals befor ehim.

unfortualy, it was looking like some of the symbols where demonic in namture, and castiel couldn't be comepltey sure of hte translation. which ment they needed someone proficiant in it to check their work. then it was hte matter of how much information to show without playing their hand, becuase the last ehing they wnted out was theat they had a completely helpless angel at their disposal.

No ammount of prep and cencorship worked int he end, bcuase hte moment they summoned cröwley. the demon went quiet, looking at them all uneasily. "Oh, boys... hwat have you odne..."

"I don' kno hwat you mean," dean lied, glancing at he symbols sam had drawn out fo rhim to ask the crossraods demon about. cröwley followed his gaze, but shook his head.

"I'm not even going to dip my toe in this one, there are some affairs i lknow to stear clear of."

"What aer you talking about?" Sam aske, not wantint to tip thei own hand, and tring to figure out what cröwley was picking up on.

"This whole place reaks of sorrow. now you lot sually send out enough missray vibes to feed an army, but this one.. on no no. You've gone and challaned the big boys and i'm out. Angel Sorrow. and it's vintage. you're not going to like the attention it gets you."

"What if we said we didn't cause it, we're jsut tryign to .. fix it."

"They won't care either way. it's a feast for all the things in the dark, and that fluffy lot are gonna smite you all, no questions asked. best to walk away, and quickly, befoer they catch on."

"I don't think Heaven can fix this one." casteil said finally, motioning to dean, "Unless someone else is wroking with your lot."

Dean handed over one of the first sketches, and cröwley studied the image. "I see, " he muttered.

"Do you know what it means?"

"It's onlder than my lot, but i can hazard a guess. but you're probably goining to need one of the first ones if youre undoing a spell. to tricky for guessowrk, that. and outside of my pay grade."

"Plus, you don't want to get invoved,"

cröwley smiled, bu looked htoughtful. "You really are being genuine here arn't you. trying to help form poor bastard out for once."

Casteil nodded, the humans jsut keeping blank faced. cröwley rocked back on his heals, deep in thought. "I .. might... be able to vouce for one. of the old ones. he's more... choas than evil. pull sin good numbers, but on Hell's Shit list, so he might actually work with you."

"In exchange for what? Becuase we're running alittle loose onsouls to bargin with."

cröwley chuckled, "He wouldn't be in for that anywat. was never his style. it's not hte price that'a joing to be the hard part, it's going to be pulling him out of whatever rut he's drunk himself into. Last i heard about eight years ago he crawle dhisway into a wine caste and hasn't left. he gave hell the big o' midel finger and went native, and it... well it bit him in the ass in the end. poor bastard."

"yeah, poor demon." dean snarked, " (??? i dunno) "

shaking his head, cröwley jsut sighed, "No, sqierrrl. he sided with you guys, humans. gave up everything to make sure the world kept ticking,a dn that's exaply what he lost. everything. He tried to retre with a fmaily nad picket fence and the whole nine yeards, and all of it burned down right in front og his eyes. probly wold of drowned himself in holy water, but he went ahd got himself immune to it. only thing a thtat point that could actally kill him as an angel blade, and welll.. none flouting aorund at the time.

" You call him, actually manage to get him to work with you, and he'll proably do watever you want so long as you pull a blade or a bullet in his head once your done. And i like hte guy, so you can see why i'm hesitant to introduce the two parties. but i also know that the poor bastard's suffrened enough."

"This demon would help us, in exchange for killin ghim in te end..."

it ddn't sit right, not to anyone, but it had an intrigue to it that couldn't be ignored. "Be cafeul what you sie for, boys," cröwley warned, writing down something on the back of the paper dean had givneng hm.