09x10 - Spiral Architect - Part Two: Plasmic Oceans
Episode Number: 09x10 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Spiral Architect
Subtitle: Plasmic Oceans
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,338
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, violence
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Castiel looked down towards his own chest, where Dean's head lay, asleep. He had watched Dean sleep before, and there was nothing remarkable about it. Yet, now, the angel could not deny that the image was comforting.
He didn't know how long he rested just like that before the sound of the bunker's door opening called his attention. He slowly moved Dean's head and body off his own and covered him with the comforter. Cas made short work of dressing himself before heading down to the war room.
He heard Sam moving about the kitchen. A corkboard caught the angel's eye; it covered the names Kuravi said were trapped in the Catacombs below the Arctic Ocean. Each name had a thorough description. It was an impressive feat.
"Hey, Cas," Sam said as he returned to the war room.
"Hello, Sam," Cas replied. "You've kept busy."
"Yeah, I guess," he said. "I can't really find much about killing Paimon."
"It is a difficult task," Cas said.
"So I've read, so I started looking at the people Kuravi mentioned, and I think we need to focus on that."
"Because of Ruach?" Cas asked.
"Well, we could use someone powerful enough to kill Paimon," Sam said. "And he's certainly got the juice."
"She," Cas corrected.
"She?"
"Yes, she."
"All the literature uses 'he' for Ruach."
"Kuravi says Ruach uses female pronouns. She's been gone for so long, perhaps everyone forgot."
"Well, we need to get to her before Paimon does."
"That might not be a problem," Cas dismissed. "Supernatural power is diminished at the Catacombs."
"Diminished?"
"How else could someone contain angels and Kuravi and a deity for thousands upon thousands of years?"
Sam shrugged. "When you were poking around, did you see anything that can help us open the place up?"
"Like what?"
"A signature. A keyhole. A bumper sticker. Anything that might clue us into who might've done this."
"Valefor."
"Sorry?"
"The demon Valefor was the one who captured Kuravi," Cas said. "He was known for the temptation of stealing and his trickery."
"I read about him. You have any idea what kind of magic he'd use to lock people away?"
"Which books did you read of him in?" Cas asked.
Sam pointed to the pile he'd already dug through. "Also, Kevin left me a message, said I should talk to you about a plan of action."
Cas stiffened. "Plan of action? He used those words?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Never mind," Cas said. "We'll deal with that next."
"We will?"
"This is more pressing," he said as he opened one of the books. "Figuring out how Valefor could use magic or power in a place where his own power was weak at best."
Paimon had little patience. He had been entrapped for thousands of years and was impatient for every second of that time. Waiting now was simply infuriating.
Caleb returned and bowed. "Master, I have news for you."
"About who?"
"Chax," said the witch.
"Tell me."
"He has two dozen witches in his service to this day, attempting to revive him. He left behind several rocks that remove sight and hearing from their victims, which are currently entrusted to several of his witches."
"I see," Paimon said. "Who are they?"
"I do not know their names, but I will get the rocks from them if you command it."
"I do, go now."
No sooner had he left than Blaze arrived, and bowing, she said, "Master, I have news."
"What?" Paimon asked.
"Ipos left behind several tools of divination. He has over a hundred witches worldwide. Buer imbued several gems to help find Hell Gates before he was slain; about a dozen witches still serve him, even though his death occurred thousands of years ago," she said.
"Where are the stones?"
"The witches entrusted to guard them keep them hidden."
"Not for long," Paimon said. "What else?"
"Buer also kept one Hell Gate under demonic control, located in a remote island outside the Philippians."
"Is it still active?"
Blaze said, "Yes, but witches cannot go near it."
"Anything else?"
"Naberius left a small cavity of objects, which I have brought to you."
"Naberius?" asked Paimon. "He died before I was locked away."
"Indeed, the servants of Buer took over his charges," Blaze said, placing a chest at his feet.
Eric entered and bowed.
"You, Blaze," Paimon said, "go collect what Ipos and Buer left behind for me."
She left, and Eric stood before Paimon alone.
"What?"
"I have reports on Valefor and Sallos."
"And?"
"Valefor was killed by the Archangel Gabriel, who pillaged his stock and plundered his hiding places."
"And Gabriel?"
"Dead."
"Sallos?"
"He has five hundred witches and servants worldwide. Some of them guard collections of magic objects he salvaged, but most were looted during the crusades. I have a map of some locations."
Eric presented a scroll-like piece of leather.
"Follow it and recover the items," the demon ordered. "I'll be visiting the Philippians."
Dean woke up wrapped in a warm comforter, his own sweat sticking to him. As he opened his eyes, memories of the past few days flooded back to him and a cocky smile played at either side of his lips.
He put his arm out to find Cas, but he only felt more blanket.
"Cas?" he said.
He was alone in bed.
He dressed himself and went down to the war room, where Sam and Cas sat in true nerd-style between books.
"Am I breaking something up?" he asked playfully.
"Finally," Sam growled. "You need to help us find - "
"Woah, woah, too early," Dean deflected. "Way too early."
"It's three in the afternoon."
"Then I guess I should get started on lunch."
Sam pushed ahead in his book, which was easily the most densely written he'd ever seen.
"It says here that blood-born magic could be used to seal a lock, but that the lock must already be there," Sam read from his text. "Whatever that means."
"That would explain why the Catacombs are out in the Arctic Ocean. The lock was already there," Cas replied.
"Okay, so, what's blood-born magic?"
"Jimmy Novak is human," Cas explained, "but when I occupy him as a vessel, even without Grace, his blood is no longer human, but angel."
"Which is why people possessed by demons have demonic blood," Sam said, "because the power of the demon changes the nature of the body."
"Sort of," Cas replied. "But the point is, blood-born magic is carried by the blood, even if you can't tap into the power."
"Okay, great, but, how can we unseal the lock?" Sam asked. "We would need a demon, wouldn't we?"
"No," Cas said, standing up. "We would need someone who died while possessed by Valefor himself, or one of his masters."
"What about that witch, Olivia? Can we use her blood?"
"Perhaps, but we burned her bones," Castiel dismissed. "And I purified the demon knife of her blood."
"So we need to track down Paimon again to get his blood?"
"That might not work," Cas said. "We need someone that the earliest demons would answer to."
"Which is?"
"Lucifer."
"Lucifer?"
"That's correct."
"Where would we even get Lucifer's blood?" Sam asked.
"You," Dean said happily as he entered the room with burgers, buns, and condiments. "Eat up."
"Me?" Sam asked.
"No, I'm afraid not," Cas said. "The trials purified Sam."
"So we're screwed," Dean said.
He put together a burger. When he saw Sam's face, he motioned to his brother, encouraging him to eat. Sam finally indulged in the late lunch when Dean mimed his best airplane fork.
"No," Cas said, thinking out loud. He abruptly had an odd little smile on his lips. "We're actually right on par."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked with his mouth full.
"Nick was his human name," Cas said quietly. "After he took your body, Sam, Lucifer hid Nick's."
"So it's still around? Nick's body, I mean," Dean asked.
"Yes, and we have means to track it," Castiel replied. "Where are the horsemen's rings?"
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Primary Post: 09x10 Spiral Architect
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Spiral Architect
Subtitle: Plasmic Oceans
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,338
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, violence
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Castiel looked down towards his own chest, where Dean's head lay, asleep. He had watched Dean sleep before, and there was nothing remarkable about it. Yet, now, the angel could not deny that the image was comforting.
He didn't know how long he rested just like that before the sound of the bunker's door opening called his attention. He slowly moved Dean's head and body off his own and covered him with the comforter. Cas made short work of dressing himself before heading down to the war room.
He heard Sam moving about the kitchen. A corkboard caught the angel's eye; it covered the names Kuravi said were trapped in the Catacombs below the Arctic Ocean. Each name had a thorough description. It was an impressive feat.
"Hey, Cas," Sam said as he returned to the war room.
"Hello, Sam," Cas replied. "You've kept busy."
"Yeah, I guess," he said. "I can't really find much about killing Paimon."
"It is a difficult task," Cas said.
"So I've read, so I started looking at the people Kuravi mentioned, and I think we need to focus on that."
"Because of Ruach?" Cas asked.
"Well, we could use someone powerful enough to kill Paimon," Sam said. "And he's certainly got the juice."
"She," Cas corrected.
"She?"
"Yes, she."
"All the literature uses 'he' for Ruach."
"Kuravi says Ruach uses female pronouns. She's been gone for so long, perhaps everyone forgot."
"Well, we need to get to her before Paimon does."
"That might not be a problem," Cas dismissed. "Supernatural power is diminished at the Catacombs."
"Diminished?"
"How else could someone contain angels and Kuravi and a deity for thousands upon thousands of years?"
Sam shrugged. "When you were poking around, did you see anything that can help us open the place up?"
"Like what?"
"A signature. A keyhole. A bumper sticker. Anything that might clue us into who might've done this."
"Valefor."
"Sorry?"
"The demon Valefor was the one who captured Kuravi," Cas said. "He was known for the temptation of stealing and his trickery."
"I read about him. You have any idea what kind of magic he'd use to lock people away?"
"Which books did you read of him in?" Cas asked.
Sam pointed to the pile he'd already dug through. "Also, Kevin left me a message, said I should talk to you about a plan of action."
Cas stiffened. "Plan of action? He used those words?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Never mind," Cas said. "We'll deal with that next."
"We will?"
"This is more pressing," he said as he opened one of the books. "Figuring out how Valefor could use magic or power in a place where his own power was weak at best."
Paimon had little patience. He had been entrapped for thousands of years and was impatient for every second of that time. Waiting now was simply infuriating.
Caleb returned and bowed. "Master, I have news for you."
"About who?"
"Chax," said the witch.
"Tell me."
"He has two dozen witches in his service to this day, attempting to revive him. He left behind several rocks that remove sight and hearing from their victims, which are currently entrusted to several of his witches."
"I see," Paimon said. "Who are they?"
"I do not know their names, but I will get the rocks from them if you command it."
"I do, go now."
No sooner had he left than Blaze arrived, and bowing, she said, "Master, I have news."
"What?" Paimon asked.
"Ipos left behind several tools of divination. He has over a hundred witches worldwide. Buer imbued several gems to help find Hell Gates before he was slain; about a dozen witches still serve him, even though his death occurred thousands of years ago," she said.
"Where are the stones?"
"The witches entrusted to guard them keep them hidden."
"Not for long," Paimon said. "What else?"
"Buer also kept one Hell Gate under demonic control, located in a remote island outside the Philippians."
"Is it still active?"
Blaze said, "Yes, but witches cannot go near it."
"Anything else?"
"Naberius left a small cavity of objects, which I have brought to you."
"Naberius?" asked Paimon. "He died before I was locked away."
"Indeed, the servants of Buer took over his charges," Blaze said, placing a chest at his feet.
Eric entered and bowed.
"You, Blaze," Paimon said, "go collect what Ipos and Buer left behind for me."
She left, and Eric stood before Paimon alone.
"What?"
"I have reports on Valefor and Sallos."
"And?"
"Valefor was killed by the Archangel Gabriel, who pillaged his stock and plundered his hiding places."
"And Gabriel?"
"Dead."
"Sallos?"
"He has five hundred witches and servants worldwide. Some of them guard collections of magic objects he salvaged, but most were looted during the crusades. I have a map of some locations."
Eric presented a scroll-like piece of leather.
"Follow it and recover the items," the demon ordered. "I'll be visiting the Philippians."
Dean woke up wrapped in a warm comforter, his own sweat sticking to him. As he opened his eyes, memories of the past few days flooded back to him and a cocky smile played at either side of his lips.
He put his arm out to find Cas, but he only felt more blanket.
"Cas?" he said.
He was alone in bed.
He dressed himself and went down to the war room, where Sam and Cas sat in true nerd-style between books.
"Am I breaking something up?" he asked playfully.
"Finally," Sam growled. "You need to help us find - "
"Woah, woah, too early," Dean deflected. "Way too early."
"It's three in the afternoon."
"Then I guess I should get started on lunch."
Sam pushed ahead in his book, which was easily the most densely written he'd ever seen.
"It says here that blood-born magic could be used to seal a lock, but that the lock must already be there," Sam read from his text. "Whatever that means."
"That would explain why the Catacombs are out in the Arctic Ocean. The lock was already there," Cas replied.
"Okay, so, what's blood-born magic?"
"Jimmy Novak is human," Cas explained, "but when I occupy him as a vessel, even without Grace, his blood is no longer human, but angel."
"Which is why people possessed by demons have demonic blood," Sam said, "because the power of the demon changes the nature of the body."
"Sort of," Cas replied. "But the point is, blood-born magic is carried by the blood, even if you can't tap into the power."
"Okay, great, but, how can we unseal the lock?" Sam asked. "We would need a demon, wouldn't we?"
"No," Cas said, standing up. "We would need someone who died while possessed by Valefor himself, or one of his masters."
"What about that witch, Olivia? Can we use her blood?"
"Perhaps, but we burned her bones," Castiel dismissed. "And I purified the demon knife of her blood."
"So we need to track down Paimon again to get his blood?"
"That might not work," Cas said. "We need someone that the earliest demons would answer to."
"Which is?"
"Lucifer."
"Lucifer?"
"That's correct."
"Where would we even get Lucifer's blood?" Sam asked.
"You," Dean said happily as he entered the room with burgers, buns, and condiments. "Eat up."
"Me?" Sam asked.
"No, I'm afraid not," Cas said. "The trials purified Sam."
"So we're screwed," Dean said.
He put together a burger. When he saw Sam's face, he motioned to his brother, encouraging him to eat. Sam finally indulged in the late lunch when Dean mimed his best airplane fork.
"No," Cas said, thinking out loud. He abruptly had an odd little smile on his lips. "We're actually right on par."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked with his mouth full.
"Nick was his human name," Cas said quietly. "After he took your body, Sam, Lucifer hid Nick's."
"So it's still around? Nick's body, I mean," Dean asked.
"Yes, and we have means to track it," Castiel replied. "Where are the horsemen's rings?"
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