Chapter 4 - Geisterarmageddon
Dean and Castiel were back at the motel. While Dean was sitting at the little table on the laptop and researched, Castiel was constantly up and down.
"Dean, you do not know with what we have to do it here! This spirit is more dangerous than anything you can imagine! "
Dean snorted. "Even more dangerous as Lucifer or the Archangel? I think not. "
" But, Dean, at the moment he is much more dangerous for us as Lucifer or the angels or some demon. "
Dean sah Cas ungläubig an.
„Dieser Geist ist in der Lage, sich allein durch das Töten anderer Geister zu stärken. Zuerst fängt er damit an, die örtlichen Geister zu absorbieren bis er stark genug ist, Menschen umzubringen. Einmal soweit, steigert sich seine Kraft exponentiell ins Unermessliche und es endet in einer schieren Katastrophe.“
„Er kann andere Geister umbringen?“
„Ja, und wenn ein Mensch stirbt, wird er zu einem Übergänger. Ein Geist der weiterzieht. Diese Geister absorbiert er sofort, und damit wird powerful and he can kill more people and in turn more and gain strength faster! "
" From such spirits I've never heard? "
" We had also actually banished. "
" Wait, you mean we are with the angels? "
" Yes, Dean, the last breath of his caliber has destroyed New Orleans. "
" Katrina was a ghost "
" The cause, yes. These spirits are very unstable, they so much energy, until they explode at some point simply. Here, a huge natural disaster occurs. Storms, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and earthquakes, according to their essence. "
" essence "
" These spirits all have affinities for specific elements that have caused her death or in reflect their character. We here is probably half the state soon fall into a second ice age, if we do not stop. "
" Why have you not told beforehand what? "
" I had no idea that he is already free. As I said, we had this Geiser locked in a kind of curse box. Only a powerful witch could break this. "
" Or an angel? "
Cas looked at him incredulously.
"Yes, that's possible, but one who has freed him is a minor point. We must destroy the spirit before it ... "
" Yes, yes, before it explodes, I know. But how? I mean, you can easily kill him by burning his remains? "
„Ja, eigentlich schon, sie müssen sich an dieselben Gesetze halten wie alle Geister. Sie sind nur mächtiger.“
Cas wurde immer nervöser. Er schritt nun schneller von einer Seite des Zimmers zu anderen. Dean versuchte zu arbeiten, doch wurde immer wieder abgelenkt. Cas veranstaltete einen derartigen Wirbel, dass beinahe der Laptop vom Tisch gefallen wäre.
“CAS!!! STOPP!“
Cas blieb abrupt stehen und sah Dean verwirrt an. Dieser hatte einen sehr genervten Blick.
“SETZEN! SOFORT! Mit dir hält man es ja keine 5 Minuten aus.“
Cas collapsed on the bed and looked at Dean. He looked like a small child who was forbidden to speak.
stirred something within him. He was almost pleased with Dean's harsh tone of command. Dean paid no more further on Cas and researched further.
Castiel watching him. His eyebrows, which drew together as he read. As Dean's lips moved along quietly. Cas cocked her head.
'I've actually Dean's face never really considered. Not so. "
Dean licked his brief with his tongue over his lips.
A sudden pounding tore his attention of Dean's lips off.
'Is his heart? It beats so quiet. Stark, I feel almost knocking it against my chest. It's so familiar ....
Castiel tear yourself together. "
He turned his eyes to the ground and sighed inwardly. In it, it vibrated and he literally did not know why.
'Dean does not do that for the first time we will be able to destroy the mind already. "
reported in Cas head is little doubt. Quiet and even once they crossed his mind.
'What if I not because of the spirit so tense I? '
Cas caught sight of Dean's foot. Lingered long and not without thinking about his actions his eyes wandered up to the calves muscular thighs to Deans, which spanned the jeans. Undeterred, Cas licked his lips, as Dean had done before. While his eyes wandered further step was to Deans to identify in which a significant bump. Castiel excitement grew and the whole body to put his hair on end, as he would be under current inside .. Cas literally waited on a crackling, announcing the discharge and lightning, which struck from his body, would have been no surprise. Pictures of this morning, as Dean had been naked in bed. The pictures from the night before, as Dean amused himself with the girl. They clashed together formally in Cas head and he saw new pictures. In which he did things. With Dean.
'That's it! I need as quickly as possible out of here! "
Just wanted to fly away as Castiel, he heard Dean's panicked voice.
"Cas! Stop it! "
Castiel looked to Dean. This was trembling all over.
"What ...?"
Suddenly he noticed that the whole room was shaking. The quake subsided in a few moments. A few vases and a lamp in the room had gone to break.
Castiel Dean watched in horror.
"Dude, Relax, look!"
Cas had not noticed that he had blanketed his foot so much that shakes the whole motel was.
'husband, Cas can be really dangerous when he gets nervous. I do not want him if he prefers times really angry. "
Dean turned the laptop around so that Castiel could see the screen.
"Here, I've found our spirit."
Castiel saw a picture of a family that was standing in front of a Victorian mansion. The photo was old. In fact, there was the boy. The picture had to have been made shortly before his death. The parents were standing right behind him, his hands resting on his shoulders.
"He died in 1859, are together with his parents and their remains were buried in our own mausoleum, which, however, disappeared a few months later, just could be. "
" The mausoleum was the curse case, we had to banish the remnants, so the spirits do no harm. Here is the entire mausoleum with a kind Tarnzauber been fined so that they could not be freed easily. "
" Hmm, seemed to have someone not really interested. "
" No, but now going on, we and there should indeed be fast. "
Dean closed the laptop and stood up. He went directly to Cas over and rummaged in his pocket for something. This was right next to Castiel. He pulled Dean's fragrance his nose.
'Well, it smells fantastic. I can even feel his warmth. "
" What's going on, Cas? "
Cas blinked and pulled away from his imagination.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I just wanted to know why you're so schurrst like a cat."
Dean sat here for a adorable smile, which, at least for Cas seemed to brighten the room. But at the same time his heart sank again into his pants.
I purred? Oh God, I have now for God's sake pull together again.
"I've only throat."
demonstrative he held his hand over his mouth and cleared his throat played as if he had a frog in his throat. Dean looked at him confused, his eyebrows wandered a bit further up.
"Ah, okay let's go. I got my stuff. "
When Dean had stowed the things, he reached for Castiel arm and pulled him up. In Castiel body rang alarm bells every storm. Where Dean touched him, it seemed that pulsate liquid magma and the goose bumps his body had again seized.
Dean steered him toward the door. Cas opened it and pushed with both hands on his shoulders through. Cas closed while savoring the eyes. The voltage from before seemed to have increased tenfold and Castiel was surprised already that Dean was not already on the ground as if he had been hit by a Taser.
'Apparently this is a different strain. "
Cas moved away from Dean.
'Do not be an idiot Castiel, you must now keep a clear head. " How
saying he went up to the Impala and got on the passenger side. He knew that as soon as possible, they had to destroy the spirit, but he had to be able to think clearly. And Dean seemed holding on to fly through the area it is not a good plan to be there. And while driving he would also back to collect his thoughts. But there they were again, the doubt in his mind. Whispering now clear.
'Yeah, sure, but if we go I am no longer with Dean together. Can look at him, without which he becomes suspicious. In the vicinity be ... '
Dean just started the engine and drove from the parking lot did not notice how Cas looked at him again from the corner of his eye.
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The EMF recipients have responded from a distance. Even before they reached the land he proposed and beeped like crazy. You put it off and soon saw why. It required no equipment to determine that something supernatural had happened.
lay before them a mausoleum, in a huge crater was. This was covered with frost. All vegetation within the plot was frozen into ice, and they both noticed a significant drop in temperature, as they approached the mausoleum.
Cas saw the curse seal, which had been broken. They were hard to see everything, even though it would require only a single crack in order to free the mind. Making matters worse was that these seals are extremely difficult to destroy were. Cas was slowly worries.
"Dean the nature of what it has done this, powerful forces have"
"Lucifer So. "
" Well, not necessarily. Demons and people would exclude me. But Lucifer, I do not know what to get? "
" death, destruction, it is not what he wants. "
Cas sighed and went directly into the mausoleum.
He did not know what to make of it.
Dean followed him, loaded his shotgun with rock salt, held in attack.
They went further into the tomb. All the walls and even the floors were covered with a layer of ice. Their breath clouds were distinguished clearly from before them. Dean shook and closed further on to Cas. He just wanted to quickly get out of this icy hell. As he wandered by chance
short arm Castiel
he noticed the trembling also Cas.
I've never seen him strangely cold. I actually always thought that angels do not care what temperatures prevail. "
'Oh no, I still have Dean come so close I could count all his freckles?'
The whole trip about more the tension tingling that a swarm of bees in his restless body was like. It caused a permanent goosebumps that had absolutely nothing to do with the cold. On the contrary. Since then, Dean was moved up to Cas and touched his arm, he had become hotter and hotter.
Before he could deal with his new swing of emotions, they came into the grave chamber. Here, too, were all drawn symbols on the floor and walls, which were all broken. In the middle of the room were three corpses laid out. Above them hovered a woman she recognized as the mother of the boy. Her dress was completely covered with soot and singed. As Castiel and Dean of the first line of the seal occurred, turned to the woman. Her skin was covered over with blisters, and her eyes were empty. Without hesitation, Dean
aimed and fired. The rock salt had its effect, and the woman disappeared before they could do something.
"Here Cas, you burn the corpses, I'll give us some protection." Castiel
He threw his bag from which he had previously taken the salt and distributed it to the now laid out in a circle.
When Dean was finished, released the woman and the boy. Both strong and their faces were flashed wutverzerrt. Cas, meanwhile, had broken up the graves and the bones already doused with gasoline. Just as he turned on the lighter, the boy went straight to the salt line.
went Suddenly, a cold spell from him, which was extinguished the flame of the lighter and formed an ice layer above the salt line. Dean and Cas were thereby coated with frost. Dean was bothered by it and not fired. The woman disappeared before she was hit, but the boy got off a full broadside.
But nothing happened.
The cargo was flying through it ineffective as these in before they reached him, turned to ice. The boy turned away and simply disappeared by itself.
"Damn, what are the just for ghosts, that does nothing at all."
Dean turned around and was about to burn the bodies, but on the column before it was back to the Spirit of mother and smiled at him mischievously. Her legs were thrown over each other and she cocked her head as would find it quite fascinating Dean.
"What are you doing here?"
your voice caused a horrible echo in the Mausoleumshalle and triggered Dean of goose bumps.
Dean looked stunned to Cas. And whispered:
"Cas is not at all well, I've never seen the ghosts simply flout salt lines."
Cas was about to say something when his spirit into word was spoken.
"I? A ghost? Yes that's true, but one thing I tell you, except for the fact that I am dead, these beings have nothing in common with me and my son. "Her face was arrogant and confident of victory.
"Your hubris will be your downfall, mind. Also you have to disappear, if not up to this Place will. "
While Castiel said, he walked to the remains. The spirit seemed to be well aware of the, for, as Cas had reached almost the bodies, she raised her hand and heat waves distorted the air and broke up a huge wall of fire. Even if Castiel would probably proceed without damage to the wall, he still kept silent for a moment. This was the spirit of time.
She let her hands glide over the corpses, which went up on the spot in blue and white flames, and they turned to ashes in seconds.
Dean had already re- the shotgun loaded and shot, but this time seemed, to the mind games have no desire to, because the balls melted down to nothing but the shimmering air shield met that surrounded the spirit now.
Dean was quite amazed.
'These spirits are real times NEN few hard lumps and nothing seems able to destroy them. "
The Spirit came to the floor.
"Now we finish here, are you starting to bore me."
Castiel's eyes widened.
'I have Dean out of here immediately create. I will not mind the attacks, But Dean is not likely to remain much more left than from the remains of the ghost! "
Cas grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him away, but the output through which they had come was already in flames.
, This grave is transformed into a slow oven. "
" Dean, I'll get us out of here. "
He wanted to fly just go, as Dean saw a chain of iron, the was in the auxiliary chamber.
"Cas No I want to try something else."
Dean ran, Castiel came behind slower. He understood immediately. A solid iron chain could perhaps hold the mind long enough that he was not stronger. Iron has always been more effective than salt.
They ran into the next room. Dean left to right Castiel, both took on each end of the iron chain. A few moments later, was the spirit in the middle of the chamber. The moment Dean and Castiel had already connected the two ends and the spirit was trapped.
"Well how sweet."
you wanted to go through, but just before it reached the chain, shaking her whole image and was back in the mid- Promoted the event.
Raging anger was reflected in her face again as she went up in flames literally. Your entire skin split open and was black and charred. Parts from peeling and floating like sparks from a chimney around it. Temperatures rose into the sky-high. The necklace was glowing red and melted. Castiel did not hesitate anymore. He grabbed Dean and brought him to safety.
Shortly after they left the mausoleum, it was torn apart by a huge explosion.
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Dean and Castiel stood next to the Impala and now looked at the hole, which was caused by the explosion. The mausoleum was melted into a single gray, bubbling mass.
"Damn, that was really close to Cas!
" You're welcome. "
" And what do we do now, huh. Maybe talk a new spell spell? "
" No "
Cas shook his head resignedly.
"We need six angels ... or comparatively beings with such potential. But there are only a maximum of five, we could achieve and that would to take a long time. "
Dean looked at Castiel perplexed.
"Say you have time ... NEN still some dude, who I know nothing?"
Castiel frowned. His mouth was open, as if to say something. He graduated and sighed as he slowly shook his head.
"No, you know. More or less. As would be the one you and Sam and even a demon determined by the caliber of Lilith or Azazel. "
" Wow wow wow, repeat that again with me and Sammy. What is this?
"Well, it only needs the potential of an angel or equivalent. You and Sam, you are the covers for Angel, what makes you possible candidates. But that does not matter because we never get any time together until the spirits begin their Armageddon. "
Deans eyebrows hiked up.
"Now you learn well from before. 'm Probably still something special. "
Dean laughed ironically and poked Castiel friendly against the shoulder.
"Yes you are the Dean." Castiel said this in a rather inappropriate voice. Much more like a man It would say to his lover. When he realized what he had done again, Castiel just wanted to sink into the ground. He had simply slipped out Sun
Dean laughed, however, only louder and said
"Cas, you may still well be from NEN real comedian. Hm, well it looks like we already have a mind less. "Dean was relaxed, with his thumb over his shoulder.
"No, I do not think so. If the mind were destroyed, not only the mausoleum had been destroyed, but rather the entire city. "
more Slowly the color from Dean's face and he swallowed hard. "Oh great, the apocalypse is not great", he grumbled, got into the car and drove off, was entered as Castiel.
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Dean and Castiel spent the rest of the day doing research. Dean to the computer and Cas in the minds of the people old rumors and legends. After a short while Dean went off to pursue a track Cas should remain in the motel room and continue searching for clues. He sat cross-legged with eyes closed to high concentrated Deans bed.
So and now again. Cas took
reflect the true voices of the people saw their memories as images float around them. Picked out one here and there.
No! Not again!
It was the despair. It happened again, like the times before. Once Cas halfway concentrated in a particular picture with incredible persistence always pushed forward again.
Dean.
It was to be crazy. But Castiel there was now finally wonder about that, instead, he pursued now as Dean of the street to the old town hall went out.
'Well somehow I like Dean's rear view ....'
Castiel was red. He thought no more and wanted to focus again, but there was the doubters in his mind of other thoughts, speaking now as loud and clear when he would be with him in the room.
'... yes, we also have part of him still can not really evaluate. "
"Shut up!"
'Oh great now, red [e] I been to myself. "
Cas rolled his eyes and sighed loudly in despair as he slumped back to Dean's bed. He smelled Deans tart scent that still clung to the bed.
"Not good, not good," murmured Cas now stood up and walked to the other side of the room, but his doubt haunted him.
'Well not at all true. Actually, even very good. "
Cas looked to the sky as he tried to identify a solution there. But nothing.
'Can angels suffering from split personality? "
'stubborn determination just like us. Hehe. "
Cas turned to the mirror which was mounted on the wall. Saw themselves and turn themselves but not in there. What he saw was ... doubt.
"What This woman has me dressed only in her mind? "
'Wrong question. Better would be probably: What has Dean done to our minds?
In Cas interior seemed a little tear. He could not. no longer wanted. And before he knew what he was doing, he shouted out his anger already. Against his own reflection.
"BE STILL! GET OUT OF MY HEAD AND TAKE THESE FEELINGS FOR DEAN AGAIN. I HAVE NO USE FOR! "
The mirror was cracked and Castiel's face seemed to shatter into thousands of pieces. Nothing better described his condition as of this moment. Castiel looked like slow motion, the flakes to fall to the ground. Around its own axis of rotation and again mocking his face showing. But something else happened.
'Hahahaha, so it's not good. At last, you know slowly. Hahaha ... .. '
The laughter of his doubt was always quiet, finally disappeared, leaving a confused Castiel in the motel room back alone.
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Dean went back to the motel. He had been successful and now knew how the spirits were destroyed. But it would not be easy. No one really knew who they were. There were only rumors and incomplete records. But Dean had seen a connection. Omen had appeared shortly before the death of the family. Demonic Omen. A little research and he found out that they had made a pact. But the fact that they had died while making him suspicious. He conducted research for the internet and came across the legend of an African demon who possessed the power of people to fulfill their desires without consideration. But apparently he had a rather unique way these desires to interpret when the family was soon to this monster spirits.
Let's see if Castiel can do something with this demon. Parade ...
Dean opened the door and went immediately to glass.
"What is ...?"
Dean looked down and saw the broken pieces.
"Ho, which then brings about seven years of bad luck."
Dean chuckled and smiled at Cas.
Castiel reacted before he could think. He was in a moment in front of Dean's face. Felt the heat, that emanated from him. Let his hands go back gently over Dean's cheek. Felt like little sparks broke away and break out in a fireworks threatened him.
'Oh Lord in Heaven, help.
What I feel here and desire is not right.
Can not be. "
Castiel gave Dean again and sat on the chair.
Dean even just a warm breeze felt on his cheek, and that Cas was sitting in the chair at once instead of on the bed.
"Tell you the name of a little parade, African demon?"
Castiel looked up and smiled.
Well I finally thought he could not smile ... What really interests me ...
"This is great Dean! Parade is a demon who is called to assign power. These people had to have wished to have power or to be immortal. Embodies both the state where they are. Hardly something to what a person can be is more powerful or destructive than this type of spirit. It would all fit together, the comments from the mother and that their remains could burn. "
Castiel Dean sighed and looked deep into his eyes.
"Good job, Dean."
Dean frowned.
"Um, yes, good. I've also found that the two one ... "
" must have charm, "it came simultaneously from both.
"That which they had created the ritual to summon the demon ..."
continued Castiel.
"And when we destroy the disappearance, they" finished Dean the sentence.
"So, what are we waiting for ages, come, let us connect these bastards heavily in their apocalyptic asses."
"I'll bring us to them."
yet before Dean could complain about the unpleasant type of trip, he was already in an old factory burned.
"age! Warn me before my flight hours back there. "
" Yes, next time "
" How did you know really where we hinmüssen? "
"I had also kept on the lookout for the ghosts to find them as quickly as possible."
lie! I can assume its supernatural auras miles. But what could I say? You distracted me. No. It is better that way.
They heard a crash and the shards of glass. Two security guards were out of an office in the 2nd Floor of the house break due thrown. Last remnants of flames licked still on the window frame and the two bodies. The ghost stood there, eyes closed, as they meditated.
", wake up, Dean!"
Dean shot, but the ghosts had vanished.
"Hey Cas, I hope, you know exactly how to get the amulets and destroyed before you have zapped us here from?"
"Um ..." Castiel Deans from more views.
"Um? Cas I want to hear any Um, but a 'yes, of course! "
Castiel Dean looked at her seriously and answered with a certain Undertone, which did not please him.
"Yes of course I know it."
Castiel went cautiously about in the great hall.
The ghosts are still here I can feel it clearly.
Dean winked and ran his hand over his face, sighing, as he always did when he was despair.
"You've only said that because I wanted to hear it, right?"
"Yes that was me, Dean," Castiel gave back dry.
"Na really great, we are stuck right here in the shit and you begin to develop a sense of humor, that's great! "
" Do not worry Dean, I have a guess .
"Aha ne conjecture, and how would it be if I were inaugurated with"
It happened in a fraction of a second. Castiel noticed how the air is literally loaded up and the heat is rapidly spreading.
us just trying wegzusprengen. This time I have no time, Dean rauszuschaffen here!
Castiel acted quickly. He stood protectively with his back against Dean, so that was spared from the flames, but the shock wave from the explosion tore Dean of the feet and it bounced hard against a wall and fell to the ground dazed.
turned in Dean's head is everything and it was damn hot, as hot as he is so far known only from hell. He knew he would pass out any moment. He looked and was shocked to Cas. The face of his friend was wutverzerrt, he was angry and Dean could have sworn that he felt another quake. Then rolled the huge Fire wall to Cas and threatened to engulf him.
Dean watched as the fire spread from Castiel. He saw the shadow of his wings clear. They were spread wide protective. The flames caressed the outlines of Castiel and the firelight let his anger only seem even more vivid and terrifying.
Lucifer I never met, but if I see here so Castiel, the NEN pretty accurate picture as I had imagined. The guy always surprises me.
This was Dean's last thought before he lost consciousness. Not knowing that soon
him very often the last sentence of the head would go.
tbc ...
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