Epiphany of Love; A Dean Winchester Fanfic

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Sam and Dean were gone for weeks. After about a week, I called them. They said that Garth, a hunter, has been assigning them hunts back to back. I finally translated all of the first trial and most of the second trial. Mostly says that you have to kill a hell hound, bathe in its blood, and that only someone worthy can complete it. But to see them you scorch an object in holy fire, like glasses. And the second is something about saving a soul, pretty sure from hell but haven't gotten there yet. But I can't tell them over the phone, I won't. I called them a week after that, but it went to voicemail, said it couldn't go through, that the phone was off.

I left many voicemails, and it took 3 days for either one of them to get back. My phone rings and I see Dean's caller ID. I answer. "Hey-" "What the hell, Dean?" "Jeez." "Put me on speaker." He does so, "okay." "You guys think it's fine to tell me that you two are on a hunt then turn your phones off for 3 days? You know how worried I was? Not to mention the fact that Castiel won't answer my phone calls either. You self-absorbed ass-" Sam cuts me off, "we were stuck in some family drama."

I laugh, "and you didn't bother to shoot me a text and say hey we have some problems we need to sort out for a while. See ya later." "It wasn't our choice," Dean explains, "we didn't even know it was going to happen." "Fine, whatever." "We are on our way back to the bunker now, we should be there in a few hours," Sam responds. "Bye," Dean says before hanging up.

I stare at the tablet in front of me. A few hours pass by and the boys walk in. "Still no Castiel?" I ask them. "We were about to ask you the same thing," Sam responds before walking off. "Did you finish translating the first trial?" Dean asks as he sits down. "Well-" I get cut off by Sam.

"There is a file about a European initiative. Rabbis. The Letters' file on them is – is sketchy, but, apparently, they were hard-core saboteurs. So, I ran a search on the Initiative's entire roster, and I got a hit – one Rabbi Isaac Bass. He was 17 years old when he joined the Initiative and 85 years old when he died... two weeks ago. In a college town back east, he was capped," Sam explains and reads off his computer. Once he finishes explaining he turns his computer towards Dean.

"Capped?" Dean asks. I take a look at the headline which read 'Freak Accident on Campus. "Yeah. He was there doing research, and according to eyewitnesses, he spontaneously combusted," Sam answered. "So this is a case?" Dean asks, as he looks around the room. "I thought you guys didn't have anymore," I comment. "I just got back," Dean answers. But he gets up anyways.

"Don't take too long this time," I tell them. "We won't. We'll be back," Sam responds. The boys grab bags and leave again. I get up and explore the rest of the bunker. That's when I found it. A garage full with classic cars and their keys. "Hell yeah," I find a car I like the best and get into it. The keys are laying on the dashboard.

I take it and start the car. I open the garage and drive the car out then close it again. I drive to an electronic store and walk in. "Can I buy a laptop?" I ask one of the clerks. "Yeah, I'll show you some of our best," He nods and shows me many laptops. I chose a laptop called Lenovo IdeaPad Yoga 2 Pro. "I like that one," I state and point to it. "Alright," He takes one of them and brings me to the check out. "That would be $947.82." Shit. I hand him the card, "here." It goes through and he hands me the laptop and the card back.

I take them from him and walk back outside. I get into the car and drive to a diner. I sit down with the laptop and connect with the diner internet. I set up the laptop and begin to look up stuff on the internet. However, I get interrupted. "Ma'am you have to order something to sit here," I look up and see an elderly women. "Um, can I get a slice of apple pie?" "Sure thing," she smiled and walk away. She returns minutes later with a slice of pie with a fork.

I take a bite before researching more. Then I find one, a case. A man in New Mexico got killed on an Indian reservation belonging to the Zuni. He was found in a river, cause of death unknown. A witness stated that he was dragged by an invisible force into the water after getting thrown against a tree. The morgue report hasn't came out yet.