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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 22:04:03 GMT -5
[[ i forget how they get into hell. ]]
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Post by liz on Feb 18, 2017 22:05:56 GMT -5
{{haha I might have to google it cause I've forgotten too, all I remember is a taxi cab driver? I think he took Sam to purgatory and he had to get to hell from their but couldn't bring him home so Benny died. I can't remember the specifics...maybe just say, I know a guy and then flash forward or something?}}
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 22:53:13 GMT -5
[[ yeah i guess that works?? ]]
Dean was at a loss. How was he supposed to know? So, he just stood there, mouth gaping slightly as he tried to think. But then, Cas, surprisingly, spoke, voice dark as he informed, "Well, I know a guy."
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Post by liz on Feb 18, 2017 23:07:24 GMT -5
"You do?" Eve and Sam asked at the same time, both surprised. Eve shrugged and ran a hand through her hair and without waiting for the angel's response said, "Well what are we waiting for? Let's get to it."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 23:29:45 GMT -5
[[ skip ?? ]]
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Post by liz on Feb 18, 2017 23:39:37 GMT -5
Sure thing! Do you want to skip to them meeting up with the guy or just her returning from the second trial?}}
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 0:54:22 GMT -5
[[ her returning, maybe? if that's okay? ]]
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Post by liz on Feb 19, 2017 10:10:51 GMT -5
Yeah!}}
Eve was shaking, but whether from adrenaline or exhaustion she had no clue. She was covered in blood again, both her own as well as others and the sneakers she was wearing earlier had worn through the soul. Her eyes stung as she wiping some of the grime and sweat off of her face. She felt a whole new level of sadness for Dean; after twenty four hours she was itching to just curl up in a ball and try to catch her breath, but imagine all those months in Purgatory. Her left arm burned and she stared down at the glow, at Bobby's soul, and she sighed in relief; she had made it. "I'll miss you Bobby," she spoke softly, her voice gravely as she gripped her blade tightly and tore through the skin. Wincing, she stood awkwardly as she held her arm out and watched Bobby's soul escape her arm before rising towards the the sky. Smiling, she called Dean on her flip phone and muttered a weak hello before collapsing, the pain taking over.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 17:44:58 GMT -5
There was immediately a ruckus in the room. Dean calling for Cas, Cas simultaneously grabbing Dean and Sam by the collars of their shirts, almost conking their heads together as he teleported, and frantically searching before landing near Eve. He dropped both of the brothers, almost falling himself as he lurched forward and put a palm on Eve's forehead, glowing light emitting from his palm as he breathed, "We can't keep doing this."
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Post by liz on Feb 19, 2017 23:42:23 GMT -5
Grumbling incoherently, Eve reached out, her fingertips grazing Castiel's cheek as she struggled to open her eyes. "Is fine. 'M almost done." She muttered, her voice coming out heavy and slow. She'd had many near death experiences before, she was used to the feeling, but this felt different; the burn was slow and painful. Sam grabbed Dean's arm and said with a frown, "Dean, the trials are killing her; closing Hell might be important but at what cost?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 23:53:09 GMT -5
Castiel's face twitched in what would've been a smile, but it fell away, his blue eyes creasing with worry as he removed his hand from her forehead, reaching down with both arms and scooping her up with a grunt. "You need to rest," he said softly, shifting her body weight gently as he glanced over towards the two Winchesters. Dean nodded softly. He knew. He saw. "Sammy... we started this. If she stops now, what else will happen?" he asked, eyes pained, but jaw set as he gave his head a solemn shake.
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Post by liz on Feb 20, 2017 8:03:06 GMT -5
Weakly, she nodded and leaned into his chest, giving in to the tired feeling and enjoying the sense of comfort she felt, trying her best to overcome the pain and the coldness that was taking her. She could feel her veins burning, the power to close the Gates of Hell growing stronger inside her as she grew weak. She'd talk to Dean when she had the strength to, she needed to talk about Purgatory; the feeling of endless energy, the endless hoard of beasts and monsters, the endless winding forest. It was both fascinating and terrifying.
Sam frowned and was for a loss of words. What could they do? "I-I don't know Dean, but maybe there's an easier way? We don't know what these trials are doing to Eve, we need to ask Metatron, figure what's happening to her and what will happen after she completes the third trial because she doesn't look so good." Mother Hen Sam had kicked in, it was easily heard in his desperate, almost pleading tone, and his eyes were nearly begging. "Let's at least take our time on the third trial, let her rest for a few days and get her strength up before she slams the doors shut."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 13:19:09 GMT -5
A pause, and then a nod. "Okay," Dean said simply, "we'll let her rest while we talk it over with Metatron." He could see the pain behind Sam's eyes, and though he knew his little brother would never say it, he was scared. Hell, Dean was too, but he had to keep up his tough guy facade, mostly for himself right now. "Cas, you ready to go?" he called after a moment, looking to the angel and Eve. "Yes," came the reply, "come over here so I can teleport all three of you."
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Post by liz on Feb 20, 2017 13:37:33 GMT -5
Sam tentatively patted his older brother on the shoulder, the only comfort he could offer Dean. Ducking his head down slightly, he walked over to Cass and let his eyes wander down to Eve's stoic face before he looked away quickly, grimacing. He couldn't imagine the pain she was going through, he was too scared to even try. Still, he placed a hand on Cass' shoulder and stood silently, ready to take off.
Castiel, it is Metatron. I believe I have found a spell you may be interested in. One that will protect your precious hunters from the likes of us. We can seal the Gates of Heaven as well as the Gates of Hell.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 13:47:12 GMT -5
"What?" Castiel asked as he felt the brothers' hands on his shoulders, taking off and depositing them all in Eve's hotel room, where he moved to set her on the bed. "Really?" he brushed Eve's hair out of her eyes with a short sigh as he spoke the Metatron, turning away and taking note of Dean saying something, though he paid no attention, not really.
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Post by liz on Feb 20, 2017 13:55:46 GMT -5
Just three ingredients, but they're hard to come by. First, we need a Cupid's bow.
Sam noticed Castiel's far away look but focused instead on the unconscious girl laying on the bed before saying mainly to himself, although loud enough for Dean to hear, "She's gotten pale, ever since the first trial. Even with Cass' healing, she doesn't seem to be getting any better."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 14:02:25 GMT -5
"Well, don't you think you'd look the same if you were putting all your energy into closing the damn Gates of Hell?" Dean asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently tugging a pillow out from under the folded sheets so that he could rest Eve's head on it. "A Cupid's bow," Cas replied simply, blinking, "and the others?"
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Post by liz on Feb 20, 2017 18:31:52 GMT -5
"Well I guess but shouldn't Cass' mojo do something besides heal the scrapes and bruises?" Sam frowned, his eyes focused on his fingers as he untied the laces of her sneakers before sliding them off of her feet. "She's tough Dean, she's not going to tell us if anything is wrong, she's just like us."
Get the Cupid's bow first. Then I'll tell you what's next.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 19:09:01 GMT -5
"I have to go," Cas spoke aloud, jarring Dean out of his thoughts as he stared at the angel, mouth half open. "What? Where?" the hunter barked, though he knew from the look on Cas' face that he wasn't telling.
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Post by liz on Feb 20, 2017 19:28:05 GMT -5
Sam just shrugged as he met his brother's gaze before pulling a seat up by Eve's bed. "We'll stick around for a while in case she wakes up," Sam said, motioning for Cas to go. "We'll call you if we need you." He assumed Cas needed a break, he looked as broken up about Eve as he felt. And he realized emotions must be foreign to the angel, they were so human.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 22:09:59 GMT -5
Castiel gave Sam a thankful smile, light eyes resting on Dean for a moment before he sighed softly, in the next disappearing with a small flutter of wings and a whoosh, leaving the brothers and Eve alone. Dean sighed. "Where could that asshole possibly be going right now?"
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Post by liz on Feb 20, 2017 22:35:57 GMT -5
"Who knows," Sam mused before running a hand through his hair. "Maybe he'll figure out how to help Eve."
Metatron stood in a dark alley, which was fitting for the occasion. After getting the bow from a Cupid, he needed Castiel to kill a Nephilim. Metatron himself would've done these already, especially with the young woman looking to him for guidance, but he was far too weak. Hearing the fluttering of wings, Metatron spoke without looking at Castiel, "The Cupid was hard to track, but they'll be in that bar in less than an hour, I'm sure of it."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 23:37:57 GMT -5
"You're sure?" Castiel asked, crossing his arms over his chest and looking around the dark and dank alley. A Cupid, hm? He'd only met a few in his long life, and he didn't mean to question Metatron's knowledge, but they weren't exactly the most abundant supernatural creatures on Earth.
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Post by liz on Feb 21, 2017 20:08:57 GMT -5
"I've been tracking him for days Castiel, he'll be here," the angel said before trudging over to the entrance of the bar. "We might as well get comfortable." Pushing through the doors, Metatron didn't wait for Cas to catch up and instead slid into a booth.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 21:36:08 GMT -5
Castiel, after a moment, followed. He dipped his head to the bouncer guarding the door, awkwardly, and then slipped inside the booth opposite of Metatron, setting his hands on the table and twiddling his thumbs together anxiously. After a moment, he asked, "So, why have you been gone from heaven for so long?"
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Post by liz on Feb 21, 2017 22:00:28 GMT -5
"After God left...there wasn't anything left for me. The others grew anxious, I had been with Our Father on his last days in Heaven." Sighing, Metatron said solemnly, "I had to hide to protect myself and the Will of God." As if sensing Castiel's next question he added quickly, "I never saw him after that, only the rarest whisper and it's never anything of use. Recently, it's been all about that Nephilim of yours."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 22:36:25 GMT -5
"Mmm," Cas said softly, tapping his fingers on the table and asking for a Coke as the waiter came over, just to be nice, "why Eve?" His dark brows scrunched as he questioned, feet shuffling under the table as he sat up a bit.
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Post by liz on Feb 21, 2017 22:44:04 GMT -5
"There's something special about the hunter. I don't think it's a coincidence that a lifelong friend of the Winchesters just happens to be one of the rarest creatures in existence. Besides the long line of hunters in the Walters line, she also possesses strong angelic qualities which are not due to her angelic father." Frowning, he played with his napkin and said, "She is truly an enigma."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 23:08:33 GMT -5
"The Walters?" Castiel questioned, nodding to the waiter as his drink was set before him, even if he made no move to touch it or the straw either. He had no idea who they ere, though he had heard Dean and Sam mention the name in passing, even before he'd met Eve.
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Post by liz on Feb 22, 2017 6:34:06 GMT -5
"She's the only surviving member of the family. They were all hunters, though they kept other jobs like priests, doctors, police officers—" Lowering his voice, Metatron leaned forward and said, "Lucifer wiped out nearly all of them when he was left out from the cage. In fact, it was the first thing he did."
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