Chapter 39:
Distraught man talks to a suicide hotline, but hangs up. Then he puts a gun to his head. A young man appears, promising to end the man's pain. When he puts his hand on the distraught man's forehead, the man explodes in a burst of pink goo.
Castiel, under the alias of "Steve," works as a sale assistant at the Gas-N-Sip, his boss, Nora, is late because she is a single mom. She says she's free the next evening, and asks Castiel if he is too. Castiel interprets this as an invitation to go on date.
Bunker, with Sam, Dean, Kevin and Ava.
Pictures of a sheaf of drawings in red and black, with words and cryptic symbols and numbers; someone is picking them up and looking through them.
Sam: That's your "big ... news", is that you, that you translated the tablet into ... doodles? (disdainfully)
Kevin: It's cuneiform.
Sam and Dean both look at him.
Ava sneeze twice from her chair, both brothers looked over at her, but Ava ignored them and buried her head in the books and Kevin said bringing their attention back to him.
Kevin: I-I hit a wall translating the tablet into English. But I found an ancient codex, uh, linking the Angel script to proto-Elamite cuneiform, and I was able to translate the tablet and the footnotes into Elamite, which ... is ...
Dean: Doodles.
Kevin: It's extinct.
Ava: *sneeze again and blow her nose*
Kevin: Well, can you read it?
Kevin: No one can. Scholars have tried for centuries.
Dean: So it's a dead end?
Dean slaps the papers down on the table in disgust. Sam puts his sheaf of papers on the table too.
Kevin: N-not quite. Now, most proto-Elamite is abstract, but I was able to decipher one phrase from Metatron's footnotes. "Falling angels."
Sam: Okay, so, the footnotes refer to Metatron's spell?
Kevin: Maybe.
Sam: Okay. (walking to bookshelf.) Well, maybe if we can decipher the footnotes, then we can reverse the spell and...
Sam pulls off three of a set of a dozen books.
Dean: Punt those winged dicks back to heaven.
Dean slaps the table, ready for action. Where do we start?
Sam: Research.
Sam tosses one book in front of each of them. Dean's expression is less than thrilled.
Sam: We comb through the library, see if we can find anything else on Elamite. Dean: (reading the title of the book) Zimmerman's Encyclopedia of Extinct Languages ... Volume One: Adai to Atakapa. How many volumes are there? Kevin: 24.
Dean's mouth works soundlessly. Kevin, reassuringly.
Kevin: Don't worry, we've found them all.
Kevin looks back down at his own book.
Dean: Awesome.
Dean looks pleadingly over at Sam, who chuffs and looks down at his book. Dean saved by another coughing fit from Ava, has the dad instant right away.
Dean: alright young lady bed
Ava: but dad-
Dean: its clear that you're sick *feels her forehead* Sam she's burning up
Ava: *push hands away* I'm fine, I want to help *cough*
Dean: not while you're in this state, March!
Ava: *having trouble breathing through her nose* b-but I wnt to hwlp Kebin
Sam: I'll help Kevin with the research you go get some rest
Dean: I'll be in there to check your temperature and give you some medicine
Ava: *sighs defeated* mkay *cough* *leaves*
Kevin: *confused* how do you guys understand her?
Sam: Ava used to have speech problem when she was little so we picked up from that
Just then Dean's phone rings. Dean mutters.
Dean: There is a God.
Sam watches Dean as he answers the phone.
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