The Prophet

Chapter 70: This Table's on Fiiiire

When we got back to the bunker the table was, yet again, on fire. This time, however, there were chunks of charred bread and plastic bag everywhere. Joe had apparently arrived and was hitting the flames with a fly swatter.

"WHY ARENT YOU USING THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER?" Mikey shouted.

"I DON'T KNOW WHERE ANYTHING IS I JUST GOT HERE," Joe shouted back, "ALL I COULD FIND WAS A FLY SWATTER!"

"I JUST WANTED SOME TOAST," wailed Lucy.

"Malum ignem ad tuos ire cupiebas locus," Alfie said. The flames disappeared.

"HOW'D HE DO THAT?" yelled Joe.

"Magic," Alfie said.

"Are Sam, Dean, Charlie and Ethan still gone?" Marcey asked.

"Yeah," AJ said, "Maria is that your blood on your shirt?"

"No the hell hound I killed," I said, "I'm going to go take a shower and burn the shirt."

"You could just throw it away," said Mikey.

"Yeah but what fun would that be?"

:::Time skip brought to you by purple and yellow flowers:::

I woke up at about 2 am to a loud explosion. Great. Lucy wants more toast.

I climbed out of bed and went to the library to put out the fire that caused the explosion. I was about to round the corner when I heard what sounded like two grown men arguing. I paused. I hadn't noticed Sam and Dean come back yet. The voices didn't sound like Sam or Dean either. There were strangers in The Bunker and I had left my gun upstairs. I could hear rustling of papers. I pearled around the cabinet in front of me. I recognized one of them as Eldon Stein the guy who ripped his arm off to escape The Bunker and then tried to kill Charlie. They were taking the books off the shelves and throwing them into a pile. Well Eldon was. The other guy, who looked a bit younger, maybe high school age, was trying to read a book.

"Hey no reading this isn't a library!" Eldon snatched away the book.

There was a cabinet in front of me. I need a weapon. I searched through the cabinet as quietly as I could. I pulled out a dagger made out of what might've been gold, but I couldn't really tell it was dark. That's not good enough. I dug through the contents as quietly as possible. There weren't any guns or even swords. There were definitely at least two enemies out there, possibly more, and I would have to get close to them to use a dagger. I don't have any backup, so it's two against one and they might even have guns. I thought about going upstairs to get a better weapon or some help but then they might see or hear me and I would lose the element of surprise, which was the only thing I had in my favor, and then I wouldn't be able to get the other weapon or help. I have to do this on my own.

"Actually it kinda is," I heard the kid say.

They were practically invincible last time. All I have is a dagger.

I decided to try one more thing.

"Gabriel?" I whispered, barely audible. "C'mon it's me Maria I could really use your help? . . . . Cas? Someone broke into the Bunker . . . Marcey? AJ? Lucy? Joe? Mikey? Does this work when you're asleep? There's someone inside . . . Guys this isn't a dream and I'm being completely serious." There was no response. I sat there for a few more minutes.

I sighed. There was one other option. I didn't want to. It was a last resort. Screw it and deal with the consequences later. "This is Maria. I am in the Bunker. There are two serial killers in here and I'm about to face them alone with a gold dagger. I haven't prayed to anyone up there in a long time but this is urgent." No one came. "There's powerful magic in here and they want to take it. Please help." I waited. No angels appeared. Figures.