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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 17:55:38 GMT -5
"What?" Cas snapped, beginning to march towards her, only to be stopped by Dean, who growled in return, trying to meet the angel's wide eyes: "Cas!" The angel shrugged him off, but stopped advancing. "Dean," he replied, "I know that you can't hear it, but a lot of important things are discussed on angel radio. Why would you do that?" The last part was directed at Eve, eyes wide and fists balled angrily.
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 18:46:52 GMT -5
"I'm not stupid Castiel." Eve snapped, glaring at the angel. "An angel taught me another language, something old, something only prophets should be able to read. He wrote it himself. Far older than Enochian. Whoever took it knew what it was which means they have a prophet."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 19:20:58 GMT -5
"Well, who else has a prophet?" Dean asked, not argumentative, just pondering, before he decided softly, "I'm gonna call Kevin." And with that, he walked out of the room, flipping open his phone and dialing the kid, waiting for him to pick up anxiously. Castiel just stared, and then said in a deadpan, "Well then, sorry."
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 20:03:28 GMT -5
"Oh I'm sure you are," She glared but stared down at her feet when Sam gave her a warning look. Shaking her head, she shut her eyes tightly and let her emotions consume her, just for a moment. It was a list of names she prayed softly, hoping Cas would hear her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 20:10:02 GMT -5
Cas narrowed his eyes, keeping them narrowed as her "voice" drifted through his ears. "Names? Whose names?" He barely registered Dean walking back into the room, informing: "Hey, Kevin's fine, still back at the bunker."
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 20:37:47 GMT -5
"Then we need to protect him. They were able to get past my sigils, they'll be able to get into your bunker." She said, already packing her bags. I don't know. He told me I'd need to know them soon. "Hey, hey slow down Eve," Sam laughed softly, watching her blindly stuff her duffle bag.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 20:51:49 GMT -5
"No, she's right," Castiel replied, looking over at Sam, his expression dead serious as the other man chuckled, "we have to go and make sure that Kevin is alright. He's the only prophet. If they are after him, they will find a way in." "We can drive, you could take Eve, and..." Cas spaced out again. "Do you remember any of them?" he asked, in his head, still staring at the woman.
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 21:59:29 GMT -5
Just the name of a person whom I know to be dead. Blinking, Eve flashed a smile and said, "I'll follow you lot, that is if you'll have me. I've never met a prophet. What's he like?" Studying their odd behavior, Sam squinted slightly but smiled before saying, "You'll like Kevin Tran, you two will get along."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 22:11:37 GMT -5
"Cas," Dean said, again, a bit exasperated at the angel at this point, "you should just teleport with Eve to the bunker. Me and Sam will follow you two, okay?" Cas blinked, looking over at him, and then giving a vague nod. "If Eve wants to," he said simply.
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 22:21:08 GMT -5
"Ready whenever you are Feathers." Eve smirked, looping her bag over her shoulder and staring up expectantly at the angel beside her. "This bunker better be as bad arse as you told me Sammy or else, I'll have to kill you." She joked, winking at the younger Winchester who could only smile.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 22:29:16 GMT -5
"Well, I hope you like it," Dean said, a small smile playing on his lips, "see you soon, Eve." Cas, at that, took a step forward, laid a hand on Eve's shoulder, and within a moment, they were gone. Within another, they were in front of the bunker, all in a flutter of feathers and a blink. "You can't teleport inside," Cas informed as he let go of her, fishing a key out of his pocket as he walked towards the, unlocking it and swinging it inwards as he continued, "there are too many sigils. Come on."
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 22:36:52 GMT -5
"These Men of Letters sure knew how to live in style," Eve whistled, walking towards the door. "Coolest hideout ever." And then the lights came on and her green eyes widened. "Holy shite. Look at all these books! My God, just imagine if back in their time they actually liked hunters and helped them out." Rushing down the stairs like a kid in a candy store, she rushed down, running from a pile of books to ancient weapons. "How are they able to leave the bunker?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 22:50:39 GMT -5
"They would rather do their job than read," Castiel replied, following more slowly down the stairs, calling out as he descended, "Kevin!" There was a pause, and then a moment later the sound of footsteps from one of the corridors that came into the libraries. "Cas?" came a voice, and then Kevin appeared, in sweats, and a tank top. He seemed to jump a little as he saw Eve, but then caught sight of Cas, and asked, "Who's this, and why's she covered in blood?" Cas smiled very, very slightly, and then said, "This is Eve, a friend of Sam and Dean."
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Post by liz on Jan 8, 2017 8:29:29 GMT -5
"You must be the prophet," Eve smiled, offering a hand but grimaced and said, "I should probably clean up actually...I got caught up in a hunt, I've learned one of the best ways to get information is to get yourself caught. Idiots always fall for it, they think they'll kill you so they tell you everything you need to know. But yeah, I'll clean up, where's the bathroom?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 9:55:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, uh, hi," Kevin said, waving with one hand and standing with his arms crossed over his chest, "the bathroom's down there and to the right." He pointed with one hand to the passageway he had just come out of, foot tapping nervously on the floor.
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Post by liz on Jan 8, 2017 19:28:43 GMT -5
"Okay, cool. Um, thanks Kev." She said, shoving her hands in her pockets. Spinning around, she began walking in the direction of the bathroom and couldn't help but shout to the prophet, "I'll let Feathers here tell you about how I'm a disgrace to humankind and basically shouldn't exist and how he tried to kill me less than twenty four hours. He sure knows how to make a girl feel welcome." Slamming the door behind her, she peeled her bloody clothes off and turned the shower on. Staring at herself in the mirror, she grimaced and studied the scars littering her torso and the handful of tattoos covering them. Feeling the water, she let out a triumphant laugh when it became the perfect temperature and reveled in the perfect water pressure. When was the last time I've ever had a shower this good?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 19:57:01 GMT -5
That left Kevin and Castiel to stand there, the prophet slowly turning to look at the angel. There was a brie period of the two of them just staring at each other before Castiel cleared his throat and said, "Well, uh, you see..." And the story began. With Cas being as unexpressive as ever, it went pretty quickly, and eventually just left the two sitting their, waiting for Eve to come back or the Winchesters to show up.
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Post by liz on Jan 8, 2017 20:49:54 GMT -5
Ten minutes later, Eve walked back, her hair wrapped up in a towel as she studied the two men. Having changed into running shorts that could barely be seen under the oversized t-shirt she wore, she sat herself down ontop of one of the tables they sat at. Stretching, she looked from Castiel to Kevin in expectance as she leaned back onto her hands, drumming her fingernails against the table.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 21:00:00 GMT -5
When Castiel said nothing, the helpful bastard he always was, Kevin stammered, "Uh, Cas got me caught up. You know, someone probably wants to kill me or kidnap me, and they have a book full of important names, but Dean and Sam don't know that part... don't worry, my lips are sealed on that part!" The angel butted in, saying, "You never did tell me what the one name you recognized was, Eve."
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Post by liz on Jan 8, 2017 21:34:40 GMT -5
"You never asked," Eve replied coldly, still a wee bit upset about him trying to kill her and insensitively calling her an abomination. Closing her eyes to calm herself, she cleared her throat before saying in a softer tone, "Fergus Roderick MacLeod." There was venom in her voice as she laughed and she shook her head. "The King of Hell was a drunk, angry Scottish man in the sixteenth century."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 22:04:14 GMT -5
Castiel just blinked coldly right back at her, completely and utterly unfazed by her tone. "Yes, I am well aware of Crowley's pervious name," he said, eyes flickering downwards to stare at his lap, dark brow furrowed as he thought. But why would it be on a list such as that, that Eve was receiving from some angel? "And you were getting this list from... an angel."
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Post by liz on Jan 8, 2017 22:16:02 GMT -5
"Yes, some over glorified secretary. Went on and on about how he wrote down God's will and how he loves reading. He's really quite a bore, doesn't really broadcast, he had some private line, singled me out and instructed I had those names." She said, watching the angel with interest. "He said his name was Metatron, I tuned him out once he began ranting about how he had great things in store for me as he fixed a corrupted Heaven. He was bloody mad."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 22:42:53 GMT -5
"Metatron?" Castiel asked, raising an eyebrow, "he was God's scribe. I thought he was dead and gone a long time ago." He had never had much contact with that particular brother, in all honesty. He was one of God's favorites, a high up with an important job. Castiel couldn't remember the last time he'd heard from him. "Why would Metatron single you out?"
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Post by liz on Jan 9, 2017 19:14:24 GMT -5
"Maybe because I'm the only non-angel who can hear him?" Eve's eyes widened and she said quickly, "Wait, God's scribe?" Pushing herself off of the table she said, "If he wrote down the Big Guy's will, that means he knows what's on all these tablets everyone's chasing after. Why aren't we going after him?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 20:25:43 GMT -5
"Well, no one has seen him for eons, now," Castiel replied, "did he ever mention a location that he was in, a place where he was hiding?" Of course they weren't going after him. They hadn't known that he was alive.
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Post by liz on Jan 9, 2017 21:01:22 GMT -5
"No." She frowned before saying, "But I could ask?" Nodding as if to reassure herself she said, "I'm sure he'd be eager to meet the only person who can read his work." Eve motioned towards Kevin and said, "We'll take the kid on a field trip, when's the last time he's left the bunker?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 21:10:32 GMT -5
"Not for awhile, but, uh, shouldn't we wait for Sam and Dean?" Kevin piped up immediately, looking excitedly to Cas, though his eyes flickered nervously. Castiel glanced between the two. They should've told Sam and Dean, but if Metatron had any answers to what was in that book... "Yes, please ask him," he finally said, nodding to Eve, "thank you."
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Post by liz on Jan 9, 2017 21:23:26 GMT -5
Nodding, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Metatron? I know it's been a while, but I need to ask you something. It's important. Opening her eyes she said softly, "I won't know if he'll even get my message, we can only wait." Turning to Kevin she said, "So what do you do for fun around here Kev?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 21:34:43 GMT -5
Castiel opened his mouth to complain, but Kevin got to speaking first. "Well, mostly I just read," he began, rocking back and forth in his chair for a moment, "you know, decipher the Word of God and all that, watch some Netflix. I don't leave much, unless I'm with Sam and Dean. I guess I'm a bit of a liability." He chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his head.
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Post by liz on Jan 9, 2017 21:56:02 GMT -5
"Don't take it personal, they've been that way since they were kids. Stuck in their old man's ways but they're big softies. It's kind of in the job description; everyone who's not a hunter is either a monster or a potential problem. Hell, they're even like that with hunters; I should know, they're practically my brothers." She said, patting his shoulder. "And if I know Dean at all, I know he's got the best music stashed away in his room. I've learned that the best way to forget about a case or your crappy life is to just dance it off. That's what mom would say, at least. And you look like an excellent dancer, Mr. Tran." Glancing over at Castiel she said, "You too Feathers. When's the last time you've had fun?"
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