Part 1, Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
"The blood's the easy part," Bobby said. "I figure, between the three of us, we've got broken, devoted, and manslaughter covered. Goldstein didn't mention a particular order we had to add them or anything?"
Sam shook his head. "Just who it had to come from and how much."
"What about the coin?" Dean asked.
"I'll make some calls, but I don't even know what kind of coin we're looking for. No one does, not for sure, except silver and first century."
"That'd be a denarius, right?" Sam asked.
"More likely a Tyrian shekel. Those were used for Temple tax, and Judas was paid by the priests, not the Romans." Bobby sighed. "I'll make a few calls, see if there's any in the area."
"How likely are we to find the right Tyrian whatever, though?" Dean asked. "And are we really supposed to trust freaking Judas? Guy's not exactly known for reliability."
"If you've got a better Plan B, let's hear it."
"Yeah," Sam added. "If Cas can't find this Crowley demon, we've got nothing. Judas is better than nothing. And it can't hurt to at least plan for the outside possibility we'll need him."
"Yeah, I guess," Dean said, but he still didn't look entirely convinced. "So...what is the plan? We find a coin, summon Judas and...then what? Just hope he's willing to play ball and not screw us over?"
"...okay, you have a point there," Sam said. "Bobby, do you have any idea how to get him to help us? Goldstein didn't seem to think he'd want to."
"Where'd you dig that guy up, anyway?" Dean asked.
Bobby shrugged. "Friend of a friend told me about him. He's supposed to be an expert on the Arma Christi, and he knows enough about real demons to be actually helpful."
"Yeah, he made us pretty quick," Sam said. "But the ritual he gave us was a summoning, not a binding, so if Judas does get pissed enough to lash out, we might have a problem."
"I don't know anything off-hand. So we read up on him," Bobby said. "See if there's anything about how to contain him. We can probably buy him off, if we have to."
Dean snorted. "With what?"
"I got a few things he might value. Might even be as simple as giving him his coin back, if we can't sweet-talk him into helping us."
Sam nodded.
"I still think this is a bad idea," Dean said. "I mean, talking about maybe is one thing, but actually putting serious effort into this--"
"You thought it was a good one when we thought we were looking for a piece of the True Cross," Sam pointed out.
"This is different. We should be focusing on the Colt, not summoning a two-thousand-year-old jackass who may or may not try to kill us."
"I get that. But...look, in that future Zachariah showed you, it took you five years to find the thing," Sam pointed out.
"I've already changed that," Dean protested.
"'Course you have," Bobby agreed. "But do you really want to bet everything on that part changing? Just 'cause the important stuff's changed don't mean all the little details follow the way we want 'em to. Besides, it probably won't take me five years to find a coin, so that's an advantage there."
"You're sure about that?" Sam asked.
"No, that would be why I said 'probably,'" Bobby answered. "But it can't hurt to try."
Dean finally nodded. "All right. Fine. You win. Freaking Judas is a better backup plan than nothing."
"Okay, then." Bobby wheeled over to a shelf and pulled out a couple of books. "Start reading--anything you can find on Judas, what he likes, what pisses him off, how to contain or kill him. I'll work on finding a coin."
Dean made a face. "Or maybe Cas will call before we have to do this," he muttered.
"Beats sitting around and doing nothing," Sam pointed out.
"Yeah." He flopped on the couch, and started reading.
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Sioux Falls, South Dakota
"The blood's the easy part," Bobby said. "I figure, between the three of us, we've got broken, devoted, and manslaughter covered. Goldstein didn't mention a particular order we had to add them or anything?"
Sam shook his head. "Just who it had to come from and how much."
"What about the coin?" Dean asked.
"I'll make some calls, but I don't even know what kind of coin we're looking for. No one does, not for sure, except silver and first century."
"That'd be a denarius, right?" Sam asked.
"More likely a Tyrian shekel. Those were used for Temple tax, and Judas was paid by the priests, not the Romans." Bobby sighed. "I'll make a few calls, see if there's any in the area."
"How likely are we to find the right Tyrian whatever, though?" Dean asked. "And are we really supposed to trust freaking Judas? Guy's not exactly known for reliability."
"If you've got a better Plan B, let's hear it."
"Yeah," Sam added. "If Cas can't find this Crowley demon, we've got nothing. Judas is better than nothing. And it can't hurt to at least plan for the outside possibility we'll need him."
"Yeah, I guess," Dean said, but he still didn't look entirely convinced. "So...what is the plan? We find a coin, summon Judas and...then what? Just hope he's willing to play ball and not screw us over?"
"...okay, you have a point there," Sam said. "Bobby, do you have any idea how to get him to help us? Goldstein didn't seem to think he'd want to."
"Where'd you dig that guy up, anyway?" Dean asked.
Bobby shrugged. "Friend of a friend told me about him. He's supposed to be an expert on the Arma Christi, and he knows enough about real demons to be actually helpful."
"Yeah, he made us pretty quick," Sam said. "But the ritual he gave us was a summoning, not a binding, so if Judas does get pissed enough to lash out, we might have a problem."
"I don't know anything off-hand. So we read up on him," Bobby said. "See if there's anything about how to contain him. We can probably buy him off, if we have to."
Dean snorted. "With what?"
"I got a few things he might value. Might even be as simple as giving him his coin back, if we can't sweet-talk him into helping us."
Sam nodded.
"I still think this is a bad idea," Dean said. "I mean, talking about maybe is one thing, but actually putting serious effort into this--"
"You thought it was a good one when we thought we were looking for a piece of the True Cross," Sam pointed out.
"This is different. We should be focusing on the Colt, not summoning a two-thousand-year-old jackass who may or may not try to kill us."
"I get that. But...look, in that future Zachariah showed you, it took you five years to find the thing," Sam pointed out.
"I've already changed that," Dean protested.
"'Course you have," Bobby agreed. "But do you really want to bet everything on that part changing? Just 'cause the important stuff's changed don't mean all the little details follow the way we want 'em to. Besides, it probably won't take me five years to find a coin, so that's an advantage there."
"You're sure about that?" Sam asked.
"No, that would be why I said 'probably,'" Bobby answered. "But it can't hurt to try."
Dean finally nodded. "All right. Fine. You win. Freaking Judas is a better backup plan than nothing."
"Okay, then." Bobby wheeled over to a shelf and pulled out a couple of books. "Start reading--anything you can find on Judas, what he likes, what pisses him off, how to contain or kill him. I'll work on finding a coin."
Dean made a face. "Or maybe Cas will call before we have to do this," he muttered.
"Beats sitting around and doing nothing," Sam pointed out.
"Yeah." He flopped on the couch, and started reading.
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