EMPTY · DEAN WINCHESTER [1]

First Born - Part II

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Dean pushed the king of hell into his dad's old storage locker, pulling off his blindfold. Crowley let out a grunt before looking around the small storage room "Is all this ready necessary? I mean, I've been inside your brother. We're practically family." Those words caused Dean to grab the Demon and slam him up against the wall harshly, glaring into his eyes.

"Listen to me. We are the furthest thing from family. You got that dickbag?" With a slight nod if his head, the demon responded "Oh, yeah."

Dean let the man go, taking a small step back "Now, you want to hunt? Let's hunt." He let out a sigh before opening the metal gate and walking inside. Crowley glanced down at the devils trap just in front of the door, preventing him from entering "I'll be right here."

Dean began opening up drawers, searching the storage room as Crowley looked around himself "What do you call this decor anyway? Rustic obsessive? Paranoid deco?"

The green eyed hunter paid no mind to the demon's comments as he opened up a file "Here we go. Looks like my dad was working with another hunter when he nabbed Abaddon's pet." Crowley peered in through the metal gate separating the two, staring at the picture Dean held up to him "I guess the 'T' didn't stand for terrible father. It stood for-"

"Tara." Dean interrupted, looking back down at the picture "Doesn't ring a bell." He began searching back through the file "Alright, looks like they interrogated the demon. Then they exorcised him. But not before he mentioned the first blade." He lifted his eyes from the file to be met with Crowleys grin "I love it when I'm right."

"Yeah, well, the rest of the file's empty, genius."

"What? Didn't they teach note-taking at hunters Hogwarts?"

"Lets go see if Tara's still kicking." Dean closed the file and the two headed out, shutting the storage locker behind them.

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Back at the bunker

"I've found, well, something. Its a detail about when angels leave their vessels.. I think. Its uh, Enochian, which can be a bit flowery." Castiel stared down at the book he was holding as Sam stepped over towards him "And the departed shall remain, and the remains shall be the departed." The angel lifted his head in thought as Sam spoke "Okay, so, when an angel leaves a vessel, they leave behind a piece of themselves. Like, uh... Like an angelic fingerprint."

"Whatever you want to call it, this piece of the departed contains grace." Castiel looked up at the hunter.

"Wait, you're saying there's angelic grace inside of me?"

"Yes." Cas closed the book with a strange look on his face "but its fading each time I heal you."

"Okay. Is that good or bad?"

"Well..." The angel exhaled "its harmless. But the grace itself...might be helpful." He picked up a stack of papers, not noticing when Ashleigh stepped into the room, having be too deep in thought "According to this, we may be able to use the grace that remains inside you to track Gadreel.... If we can extract it."

"Extract the grace.... That is inside Sam?" Ashleigh breathed out, causing the two to quickly turn towards her. Sam opened his mouth to speak "Ash, listen. I know we didn't say anything to you but please stay ca-"

"How would we do it Cas?" Ashleigh interrupted him, staring at the angel. Castiel cleared his throat "well... Painfully. The men of letters believed that you could perform a tracking spell with extracted grace, but they were never able to test the theory."