Chapter 55: Third eye Blind

Mishka made her way up the hidden stairs, lazily running her fingers against the wall. She hadn't been into this room for a few years and silently wondered what or who could possibly be inside it. After all, the room was usually locked.

She made her way up the long steps, feeling a roll of dizziness rush over her body that made her skin prickle with discomfort. She couldn't seem to wrap her head around her sudden sickness as her hand gripped the cold, long handle to the hidden door. Light filtered from under the crack and cascaded against her feet as she pushed down on the handle. The door swung open inward, the light was nearly blinding after she'd been in the darkness of the hallway for so long.

The room was large, with books upon books lining the walls in an infinite library. A few bright lamps settled in every corner of the small room, the top of the room was made of glass that opened to the world outside. Sitting in the heart of the room, surrounded by books, paper and multiple markers was Sam. Ink covered the floor, lining the wood with sigils of all kinds that Mishka didn't recognize.

Sam looked positively shocked at the other, the candy he'd been eating had dropped to the floor and fallen through the large gaps in the wooden boards. He looked exhausted, with hair tied back and his hands covered in red marker.

"Mishka!" Sam gasped, scrambling to his feet. More of the chocolate candy fell from the bag in his lap and clattered to the floor.

"Sam? What are you doing in here?" She asked, shutting the door behind her as she made her way towards the other. Attempting to walk over the sigils and paperwork, she eyed the golden watch that was wrapped around his neck. Vibrant blue satin attached to the end of the watch, wrapping itself around the hunters neck. Mishka noticed a few small, scattered mirrors.

"Studying," Sam said with a chuckle, "well, I mean, not that I wanted too." He replied sheepishly, undoing his messy bun so his long hair fell into his face.

"I...noticed an opening in the wall in the man cave, I walked in and...suddenly I woke up in here," Sam whispered, "I haven't been able to find my way out and my phone's been missing,"

Mishka held the broken phone out, grinning at Sam,

"I'm guessing this is yours?" She chuckled, handing the other the phone. He took it with a soft sigh of relief.

"But I'm not surprised you didn't find a way out, it's hidden," she replied smoothly.

"What is this place?" Sam inquired, pocketing his phone and leaning down to collect a few things he'd been reading. Mishka eyed the marks the man had drawn on his arms,

"It's a hidden room, library now. But back in the day this house was used to help people of all types," she replied, leaning down to help Sam pick up the piles of books and paperwork.

"Slaves, people on the run, even creatures that were misunderstood or reformed," she continued, "it's been passed through my family for generations, this isn't the only hidden room either."

"I've been able to hear people talking but no matter what I did no one heard me,"

"Yeah, it's soundproof, at least, from the inside. Good place to eavesdrop through," she nodded to one of the book cases, "you can open each book case to go into a different room. This one's behind Abel and Chamuel's room,"

"So...someone could essentially be in the walls listening to us?" Sam asked, pausing in his collecting. Mishka nodded, standing straight and holding the books in her arms to her chest. The sudden wave of nausea caught her off guard, she dropped the books and groaned inwardly. Sam looked at her in surprise as the sudden moan of pain had caught him off guard, putting his hand on her back in an awkward form of comfort.

"You okay? Do you want...some candy?" He held out the bag, "Long story on how I got it," he chuckled. She shook her head, waving a hand at the chocolates.

"No, I'm just nauseous," she replied, "I'm just getting a little sick,"

Sam gave her a long look before giving a small nod as he started shoving the bag into his pocket and helping her go to the floor. She sucked in air, the feeling was overwhelming, her mouth started to water heavily as the need to get sick rose.

"Hang on," Sam whispered, grabbing a pen off the floor he rapidly started to draw something onto the other's arm in the vivid red marker. She looked at him in curiosity, as he finished the man whispered Latin softly before rolling his fingers over her dark skin. She blinked in shock as the feeling wavered before vanishing all together, her eyes wide as she looked at him. His fingers glowed orange against the pale lights above,

"It worked," He whispered, looking down at her arm in shock. His jaw nearly on the floor, he'd been studying magic nonstop since being trapped and it was paying off. He recalled a few times in his past that sigil's had helped him, he always seemed to have a connection to them.

"What did you do? What even if all this?" She asked, sitting back down and really taking the time to study the marks that covered the room before her eyes fell back to the mirrors that seemed to have been placed in a circle around them.

"Erm, they're...magic Sigils," Sam whispered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I'm trying to talk to my brother," He admitted, feeling his face heat up.

"Is that why you're still in here?" She asked, "Instead of trying to find a way out?" She looked down at the circular mark he'd drawn on her arm. He nodded to this, picking up a few more books and placing them on the large desk beside the two.

"Well...yeah I guess," He murmured, "I looked for a way out for a while and finally decided...to just…" He paused, he wasn't sure what had pushed him to study the art of magic and witchcraft but it was starting to bring him closer to understanding the watch that ticked softly around his neck.

"Look, I gotta go lay down," Mishka whispered, getting to her feet slowly. Sam followed, helping her up.

"We're Bailey? I need to show her this," He whispered, Mishka shook her head as the nausea returned.

"Out," She replied simply, making her way back to the open door, "If you ever get stuck in here again," She placed a hand on a small wooden picture frame beside the door, her uncle and aunt smiled at the camera holding up a few glasses of expensive looking alcohol. She twisted the picture frame to the side, the door clicked open creaking into the dead air of the hidden room below.

"Just twist it to the right," She replied, flicking the frame back to its original position. Sam looked at it in shock, nodding slowly as he watched the other. He hesitated before following after his friend, he'd come back here later. He had to show Bailey what he found.

***

Bailey stepped into the large trailer, her eyes darted around the room. She'd been in here plenty of times but the mess always surprised her, a small kitchen with pots and pans covering it, all of which looked recently used. Books stacked all over their table, in cupboards, on the floor even. Sigil's drawn everywhere, their meanings lost on the king as she followed Dutch towards the back of the camper. Going into the bedroom where a large bed sat, a circle made of salt and candle sat in the heart of the room. Skulls, vials with dead animals and herbs lined the walls. All of which looked messily tossed there and not touched for awhile, with a thin layer of dust. Bailey's mind wandered back to Sam, silently wondering where her friend had vanished too.

"Wow! You cleaned, just for us?" Bailey asked Dutch, a glint of humor in her gaze. Dutch turned her head to look at Bailey, motioning to her hearing aid.

"Baby girl, you know I can't hear worth shit. Talk with your lips!"

Bailey smiled, rolling her eyes at the other before making a few motions with her hands. The woman watched the hand movements, narrowing her gaze at the other playfully.

'You wish I cleaned for you' Dutch motioned back to the other, causing Bailey to snort out a laugh. Baal brushed up behind her, sending a spark into the woman's system, she shoved it down. The idea of falling in love with the demon terrified her, she refused to think about it. Refused to entertain the thought.

"I didn't know you knew sign language!" Chamuel chuckled as he and Abel came up from behind, Dutch eyed Abel for a few heartbeats before turning back to Bailey.

"Alright, sit down! Everyone but the king," Hahasiah barked from behind the group, shoving her way to the front of everyone, "Around the circle!"

Bailey rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Dutch who gave her a smile before putting her finger to her head and playfully pretending to blow her brains out. Bailey laughed at this, causing Hahasiah to glance over to her

"This isn't funny!" The angel snorted, "This is serious, the kings got no soul. I don't even know if this'll work,"

"Yeah yeah, keep your wings on," Bailey replied, waving her hand in the air before taking a seat beside Baal. Watching as Abel fiddled with the violin case,

"So what exactly are we here for?" Chamuel asked, brushing dirt off Baal's pants absentmindedly.

"And why are you even here, Hahasiah? I heard you went missing," Chamuel finished, moving his blue gaze from Baal back to the other angel.

"You're here because of a prophecy, right?" Dutch asked, she had been watching Chamuel with narrowed eyes as if studying what he was saying.

"Well, yeah, but--" Chamuel started

"So that's what we're going to do," Dutch interrupted, "Look, it's not something I do often. We gotta do this quick, if anyone finds out what we're doing it could be the end for ol' Dutch,"

The group all glanced at one another but didn't say anything else.

"Since the king's soul is gone," Dutch continued, eyes moving around the circle before resting back to Abel. Hahasiah sat down beside her girlfriend, glaring daggers at Abel as if she had expected him to do something to harm Dutch.

"We won't need the Adinkra in the middle, it'll be a little more of a pain in the arse but we'll try,"

"But what are you doing?" Chamuel asked, but Dutch didn't answer her eyes trained on Abel who refused to look the other in the eye.

"Shut up, War," Hahasiah groaned, "You can ask questions after!"

"Do you want me to raise my hand to go to the bathroom too?" Chamuel asked, arching an eyebrow at the other angel.

"No! You can not use our bathroom. I am not cleaning it," Hahasiah replied.

"I wasn't--" Chamuel started.

"Guys, stop," Abel snorted, pulling the violin into its position, the violin was the signal to start it all. The air suddenly felt thick as if they were in a fog, Bailey watched the king for a few heartbeats before returning her gaze to Dutch. The woman's long, crazy red hair shuttered as if a breeze had flowing past them but Bailey didn't feel a thing.

The violin started, as if on cue a wind kicked up around them. It ruffled the books, flickered the candles but the salt remained where it stood. Unmoving against the harsh breeze that was getting stronger, Bailey watched as Dutch's earpiece glowed vivid purple that caused the veins on her neck to pop out from the stress of using her power. Eyes slowly opening to the word around them, Dutch could hear now. But she couldn't hear the world she sat in, she heard worlds far different from this one. Able to hear the sounds of thousands.

"So you need to know about the prophecy on the back of that poster?" She inquired, her voice sounded as if it were thousands as she spoke. Bailey swallowed hard, turning to Hahasiah who nodded at her.

"Speak up King of humanity, this is where you come in,"

Bailey sucked in air, feeling anxious suddenly. Baal shuffled a bit closer to her but didn't say a word,

"I need to know where to find this prophecy, the entire thing."

"Can't hear you, doll," Dutch replied, eyes still glowing as she looked at Bailey. The wind continued to kick up and howl around them, Bailey blinked a few times as she started to sign her question now. Dutch sucked in air, letting it out as she listened hard to the worlds, the universes around them.

"Here"

A voice told her, the voice of an entity she was rapidly becoming familiar with as she followed the sound of his movements. Her spirit followed behind the footsteps of the holder's voice, he had a calm and loving voice that Dutch trusted with all her being. Slowly she faded away from the sounds all around her until she settled upon a party, the noises rolled through her. She could hear glasses clinking, she heard the loud hoot and holler of drunken patron, the beat of a drum. It wasn't a crazy party, she could feel that it was held by those in the upper class with the soft noise of wine glasses knocking together and a waiter taking someone's orders.

Her spirit drifted just above a man with a harsh sounding voice, though she couldn't hear him she knew who the voice belonged to. A man who'd been making waves in the communities she was a part of, but none of them were good waves.

"I hear Clay Lawliet," she whispered out.

Bailey leaned in closer as Dutch closed her eyes to allow herself more freedom to listen in, Hahasiah placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder as she attempted to keep her connection with the man long enough. The man was surrounded by a few others, all of which talked and confused her senses as she tried to focus directly on the bald man's words.

"I got it from Africa," He was saying, "Saint Bernard is offering me top dollar for it."

"Is that why you have the key with you?" A woman asked him, the sound of shuffling was heard and a sharp pain popped into her mind. Something noticed her, something was with him and it was starting to feel her spirit's presence. Usually she'd be able to see what was happening too as her spirit lingered in the party room but something prevented this. Something dark and evil.

"Oh yes," He said with a laugh, "Keep it in an indestructible locker! No one can get in or out,"

"What will you get when selling it to the Saint?" A man had asked, the popping got stronger. Something was watching her now. Something so evil she feared she'd lose her grip all together before learning anything.

"Not money this time," The man laughed, "I was told I'd be part of the greatest fight of all time. I'd lead an army into the battle for the human race,"

"Silence," A voice snapped at the man.

"Mr. Granjero? Is something wrong?"

That was all she heard, the pain became too much she gasped loudly as her spirit was thrust back into her body. The wind exploded around the ground, sending the salt flying in all directions. The candles extinguished, Dutch moaned painfully. Rubbing her forehead as the light from her hearing aid vanished, Hahasiah looked shocked at the sudden explosion of air.

"What happened?" Bailey gasped out, Dutch rubbed her head harder. The rings on her fingers offering a small comfort as the cold metal met with her now pounding skull, Abel stopped playing the violin now as he watched with wide eyes.

"You okay?" Hahasiah whispered to her girlfriend, kissing her forehead a few times. Dutch leaned into the other with a nod, shuddering and shaking.

"This is your fault!" Hahasiah snapped at Abel, glaring daggers at him, "Without that Adinkra's power we can't even listen to anyone w--"

"stop stop," Dutch put a hand out, she scrambled to her feet, "We need to leave, Bailey you guys have to get out of here." She grabbed a sheet of paper and scratched something onto it with a pen. Bailey got to her feet,

"But Dutch," She started, only for the woman to shove the paper into Baileys hands.

"Just get home, read this in the car." She said with a note of fear in her voice, Bailey didn't have time to say anything as she was being shoved towards the front door by her friend. She attempted to sign to the other but her hands were also ignored,

"Wait!" Abel called out as the group was forced out of the home, Hahasiah stood in the doorway with narrowed eyes at the King of kings.

"What?" She snarled at him

"Why did you mention Sam?" He asked, his concern for his uncle lit up his face.

Dutch poked her head out from under Hahasiah's arm, "Don't worry about it," With that the door slammed shut and the sound of a lock clicking could be heard.

"What was that about?" Abel asked, glancing at Bailey who looked down at the paper with a puzzled expression on her face. The paper had an address on it, with the words 'Find the book in here. Need the key around his neck' she blinked a few times at the address.

"Let's head back to the car," She replied simply as her mind worked overtime to figure out what everything meant, shoving the paper into her pocket.

***

Abel's mind was troubled as they drove down the highway, the guilt he felt made him was nauseating as Chamuel drove the Impala down the freeway.

"Says here this Clay guy is one of the richest men on the planet," Bailey said from the backseat, she had her boots up on the middle console in the car with her leather jacket draped lazily over her legs.

"Oh yeah," Baal snorted, "The guys a shit head, doesn't surprise me he's part of this,"

"Why do you say that?" Chamuel asked from where he sat, his eyes moving to the mirror and back to the road.

"Oh," Baal started, pulling out his hand sanitizer from where he sat in the back beside his king. "He's got his paws in the police force in New York, guy gets people arrested for no reason all the time,"

"Yeah, he's a piece of shit that makes laws and has so much money the laws get enforced heavily," Bailey added, rolling her eyes, "Hate that fucker, spends thousands on useless bullshit while people starve,"

"So he has the prophecy, and he wants to sell it?" Abel asked, Bailey nodded at this. Holding up the crumpled up paper, Abel took it from her and turned it in his hands a few times. It was covered in chicken scratch writing that took the hunter a few seconds to decipher.

"It's locked in a vault," Bailey said, "Something about...needing the key,"

"Where's the key?" Chamuel asked.

"Around his neck," Abel replied with a groan, running his fingers through his long hair before folding up the paper to pocket it.

"So…we break into this guy's house, steal the safe and then find a way to get the key from him, sounds easy," Abel snorted, Bailey scoffed at this and shook her head.

"Oh no! I'm down for committing crimes, but breaking into this rich fuckers house? I'm not ready to be thrown in jail forever," She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back into the seat with tired eyes, "Besides, if I get locked up Baal and Sam won't have anyone to get them out of trouble."

Baal glanced up from his phone, "Yeah, it might bring too much attention to us too, can you imagine them reporters finding out the supposed Jesus broke into an important man's home?"

"He's not important, he's just rich," Abel snorted in frustration, he hadn't expected Baal or Bailey to disagree with him, especially Bailey who seemed quick to want to take down anything that got in her way.

"We need the prophecy, what's wrong with breaking and entering?" Abel asked, Chamuel spoke up this time. His blue eyes troubled as he glanced towards his boyfriend

"Uh, everything?" He said, chuckling dryly, "Abel we can't break you out of jail, and what if Obizuth attacks?"

"I'll beat her down is what I'll do!"

"Abe, you don't have your soul anymore--"

"Yeah, no shit! I'm aware," He snapped at the other, feeling anger flood his veins. His guilt continued to grow, he felt foolish allowing Arphaxat to trick him so easily. He didn't deserve to be a king of kings.

"Don't yell at me," Chamuel replied coldly, "I'm just...trying to make you understand, we might not even need the prophecy anyways,"

Abel opened his jaw and shut it again, he was King of Kings and even if he didn't feel he deserved it the need to prove his worth was starting to burn through his veins. He glanced down to the floor, not replying as they continued down the highway. The air grew tense between them as the hunter pulled out his phone, an idea forming in his mind as he started to send a text to Robin.

The Impala pulled into Norma's home not long after this, Abel decided to leave the violin in the car as the group got out and made their way to the home. Bailey took the lead up the walkway, grabbing the door and pushing inside. Norma waved at them from where she sat in the front garden, Abel swore he saw shoes being buried into the fresh dirt but shoved this to the back of his mind. She held a small shovel in one hand, a few bags of mulch were settled beside the blonde woman.

"Hey Norma," Chamuel shouted, waving back at her. She gave him a thumbs up before going down to continue with what she was doing.

"Sam!" Bailey shouted, Abel looked in shock as they entered the house to find the older hunter walking down the steps.

"Oh hey! You guys weren't gone long!" He laughed, Bailey glowed as she made her way to him.

"Where the hell did you go?" She demanded, Abel felt surprised as she grabbed his arm before moving her hands to his face "Are you okay?" Her voice is soft, concerned. The older hunter leaned into her touch, placing a hand on her wrist as she continued to cup his cheeks.

"Well, yeah," He laughed, Abel glanced towards Baal who seemed more busy with his phone attempting to catch a Pokemon that was on his screen.

"I gotta show you this room," He said to her, she let her hands drop. Face turning red before taking a few steps back to collect herself, "It's huge!" He breathed out.

"Abel," Chamuel murmured, "We need to talk,"

The hunter let out a shaken sigh, the pair walked past the others and made their way up the stairs. Anxiety bit into his stomach as they ducked into their shared room,

"Abel," Chamuel started, rubbing his hands together causing the hunter to reach forward and take them into his own. Giving the man a small smile, Chamuel grinned wide at this. He stepped closer to the brunette, resting his forehead against his lovers.

"I...I'm sorry I shouldn't have mentioned your soul," Chamuel whispered, "It's just…"

"A lot," Abel finished, Chamuel chuckled at this, kissing the other's lip softly which sent a wave of joy through Abel.

"Don't start kissing me, I won't want to stop," He breathed out causing Chamuel to giggle.

"We can't break into this guy's place, Abe," He whispered, "If something happened to you and I couldn't protect you?"

"Cham, I'm the king of kings, you shouldn't even worry about that,"

Chamuels eyes locked with Abels, the seriousness of it all weighed on him as Chamuel lifted the others hands to his lips. Kissing them a few times, "My darling, if you die...this world is doomed," He murmured.

"You'll be in hell, they will win,"

Abel felt the weight of it all crashing down around him again, anger towards himself, frustration, guilt, he felt tears in his eyes causing the blonde to pull him into his arms. Abel buried his face into the other's chest, enjoying the warmth of being held without fear of it being turned on him. Chamuel kissed the top of the others head a few times,

"I love you, Maverick" Chamuel whispered, "I just don't want to lose you,"

"I love you, Goose," He replied back, relaxing in the other's arms and shutting his eyes tight against the desire to start screaming and crying at the universe. He wasn't sure why he was picked to save the entire world, but his deep desire to save everyone couldn't be ignored.

***

Sam took a few more steps up, Bailey followed behind him carefully as the pair made towards the large room Sam had temporarily been imprisoned in. She stumbled a bit, causing the man to reach out and grab her arm with a chuckle,

"They're weird shaped," She snorted, pulling herself up and pushing her long hair from her face.

"Sure, we'll say that," Sam replied with a snort, pushing into the large library Bailey let out a gasp of shock. Sam put his arms out to show all the books that were piled all around them, grinning towards her.

"Cool right?" He asked, taking a seat on the floor. She followed after him, settling herself on the wood. Allowing her fingers to dance against the sigil's that were drawn into the wood.

"How did you even get in here?" She asked, moving her soft amber gaze from the floor to meet his forest green.

"Uh, well," He started, rubbing the back of his neck as if he were about to tell an embarrassing story.

"I don't actually know," He admitted, "I...think someone must have put me up here? I went down to the man cave, saw the door was open and...I don't remember anything after,"

"But who?" Bailey asked, "and what are these?"

Sam pulled a few books forward, dropping them on the floor in front of the two. Their legs brushed as he opened one of the literatures and started to flip through it. Sigil's danced against the pages, showing different sizes, shapes and colors.

"See," Sam said, pointing to one of the sigils, the words 'Speak to those in the other world' before pointing to the symbol he wrote on the mirror not far from them.

"So erm, confession time," He snorted, pulling the golden pocket watch from around his neck. She held a hand out to him, he placed it lightly in her open palm and a soft spark jumped in his chest but he ignored it. She pressed her finger down on the top of the watch, it flicked open to show the picture of Dean as well as the mirror beside it.

"I've been talking to Dean,"

Her head shot up to look at him, she knew a lot about Dean, the pair had become nearly inseparable since she joined the team and she understood how badly he missed his brother. Was this real?

"Did you have to pay a long distance charge?" She joked, handing the mirror back to him. He took it with a roll of his eyes, "Hah hah!" He said with a sarcastic hint in his voice though his smile didn't waver.

"I don't know how, but I've been able to talk to him through mirrors,"

"Well...they say mirrors are the window to the soul," She pointed out, leaning down to read the book he had out in front of him. Placing her hand on his leg as she did so, getting herself a good balance.

"Yeah well, I've been studying to find ways to talk longer. It seems we can only talk for maybe five minutes every few hours,"

She glanced back up at him as he spoke, arching her eyebrow upwards only to glance back down to the pictures on the book. Running her fingers over the old text, the paper felt as if it had gotten wet at some point.

"So you're studying magic?" Bailey asked in disbelief,

"Well, yes! I guess I am,"

"Alright, Harry Potter, is it working?" She crossed her arms over her chest now, pressing her lips together. Her bright red lipstick was smudged on the side, why Sam noticed he wasn't sure.

"Yes, actually," He got to his feet, "I...it's hard to explain, it's like I can feel the power in my body...but I can't seem to focus it," he murmured, "I know the Darkness has made Witchcraft stronger, but maybe I'm just not good at it," His mind raced back to Mishka but it had been such a simple thing. Bailey followed his movements, taking the watch from his hand again. He didn't mind as she flipped it open, spinning in a circle and moving the mirror around the room as if she expected to see something.

"So somethings holding you back? Can you do other things?" She asked, looking at him with a curious yet excited glint in her gaze.

"I think so," He chuckled, rolling his hands against the wood of the desk beside him. He could feel the prickle of the magic in his fingers but couldn't figure out how to get it to work the way he imagined it.

"I was able to manifest something," He whispered to her, her eyes grew wider.

"Like-- what? What did you make?" She asked, looking more excited now which caused his excitement and energy to grow. Digging the pack of candy out and holding it up to her, she snatched it from him and looked inside.

"You only saved me one?" She replied with an arched eyebrow, "You know I love me some chocolate,"

Sam laughed at this, "Well, it took me a lot of reading and studying!" He mused as she popped the last chocolate piece into her mouth.

"Do you think you can use it as a weapon?" She asked, fiddling with the pocket watch.

"Not sure," Sam replied, "I mean, I've always dabbled in this stuff but...I don't know, maybe with the darkness' powers I'll...be able to find a sigil that'll give me a sword for a hand or something,"

"We'll have to rename you if that happens,"

"To what?"

"Sam Scissorhands,"

Sam wasn't ready for that, causing him to laugh till his cheeks hurt as the pair quoted a line or two from the movie at one another.

"Well, anyways," Sam said finally, Bailey was incredibly close to him now. Her hands brushed against his arm as she continued to look down at the clock.

"This isn't even the right time," She said after a few minutes, pulling the top up till it clicked and turning the crown for a few short seconds.

"There," She said as the time showed the correct time, glancing at her phone and back to the watch a few times before pressing the crown back into its spot. The clock ticked twice before the mirror glowed a soft gold. The pair looked at it in shock, the shining light brightened before getting darker. Sitting in the middle of the watch's mirror was Dean, Bailey put a hand to her lips in shock. She glanced at Sam, he blinked in surprise as a hint of gold rolled through her amber gaze like a wave before vanishing altogether.

"Dean!" Sam gasped, the hunter leaned against Bailey and looked towards the mirror. Excitement flooded his gaze,

"Sammy! There you are!" He frowned when he spotted Bailey, glancing at Sam and back to Bailey.

"Can she…?"

"Oh yeah," She said with her jaw nearly on the floor. Dean nodded at this, winking at the other.

"Well, hey there,"

"Are...you flirting with me?" She laughed, putting her hand on her chest. Sam chuckled as well, even dead, Dean would always be the same.

"Might be, I'm guessing you're Bailey? Sam told me a lot about you," Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Sam, "Damn, you're right she is something else," Sam's face turned red as Bailey laughed, shoving the other playfully with a grin.

"I'm something else?" She repeated, eyes glowing with laughter

"Shut up, I didn't say that," Sam replied, clearing his throat.

"Wait, how can you see me?" Dean asked, nodding at Bailey who shrugged.

"How come you have an Adinkra?" She replied smoothly, nodding to the necklace around the soul's neck.

"Hey! I asked you first," Dean snorted, "But if you must know, Fran gave it to me,"

"Fran, huh?"

"Yes!" Sam practically shouted, "I've actually been doing some research on him too he--"

His voice was cut off as the sound of Norma could be heard. She was calling for Sam and Bailey from the front of the home but the pair could hear it easily from where they stood.

"How can we hear that?" Bailey asked,

"Mishka said it's against Abel and Cham's room, so she must be near there,"

"We better go see what she wants before she finds out we've been sneaking," Bailey whispered as if anyone else could hear her.

"Plus, I don't want to hear Cham and Abel having sex again," She laughed, "reminds me that I haven't done the deed in a long ass time,"

"Right?" Sam replied with a laugh,

"Wait, are my boy and Cham finally together?" Dean shouted, but he was ignored as Bailey snapped the watch closed and the pair raced out of the room and down the steps. Power walked their way out of the room and into the man cave. Norma hopped down the steps only heartbeats later, she still wore her gardening gloves and hat. Hahasiah followed after her with Dutch at her heels, Sam and Bailey glanced at one another in curiosity.

"Hey guys! More guests, huh?" Norma asked with an excited glint in her gaze, "I'm going to cook dinner," She turned on her heels and walked past Dutch and Hahasiah, tugging off the dirty gloves and dropping them to the floor as she went.

"You're a little creepy, I like you," Hahasiah said to Norma as she trotted by but the blonde said nothing before making way up the steps and vanishing into the kitchen.

"Uh, what's going on?" Bailey asked, looking between the two. Sam hesitated beside her, he recognized the redhead before his eyes moved to the angel at her side.

"Aren't you...Duchess?" He asked, "Uh…" He snapped his finger as he tried to get a grip on the words that sat on the tip of his tongue. Holding a hand up,

"Hang on, I know it," He said, frustrated with himself until Hahasiah grabbed his wrist. Pulling his towards her with such strength it caught the tall man off guard.

"Ouch! What the he--" He started but Hahasiah shushed him, rolling her fingers over his palms hard making him wince.

"What are you doing? That's attached to me!" Sam gasped as the angel yanked the hand closer to her face before pulling him to Dutch, shoving the hand in the red heads eyesight. She took it from her angel and rolled her fingers against Sam's open palm. Hahasiah started to sign to Dutch who nodded, signing back. Letting Sam's hand go the hunter took a few steps back, glancing at Bailey in confusion who shrugged and started to sign to Dutch. Asking her what it was all about.

"What are they saying?" Sam whispered to Bailey who shook her head.

"They're signing too fast," She murmured, "I'm a little rusty"

Dutch snorted, nodding to Hahasiah. The angel grabbed Sam's wrist again, he tried to pull away but the woman held it firm.

"Is this your dominant hand?" She asked,

"Wait, what? What's happening?" Bailey demanded, taking a few angry steps forward.

"Is this your dominant hand?" Hahasiah asked with a more stern tone this time around, Dutch wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's shoulders.

"Answer it," She said lazily, blowing a puff of smoke out of her cigarette. Sam hesitated, glancing at Bailey who shrugged again.

"Y-Yes?"

"This'll hurt for a few minutes," Dutch replied, placing her cancer stick between her lips.

"Stop! Stop!" Bailey grabbed Sam's wrist.

"I'm the king!" She shouted angrily at the angel, "What are you doing? I trust you Dutch, but what is happening?"

Dutch rolled her eyes, letting out a low sigh as if annoyed with the situation at hand.

"We're opening his third eye,"

"Third eye?" Sam gasped out, trying to pull his hand away again. The angel had a tight grip on him, refusing to let him go.

"Yeah," Dutch snorted, eyeing the others lips so she could understand them better, "His is blocked, all Lionheart's have a third eye."

***Authors note***

This story is currently being revamped to fit an original narrative without Supernatural (The show) being used. It's going to be published as a series of books! Due to this, certain descriptions of characters or personalities might shift. Eventually, the entire fic might be paused but unknown. It's all up in the air and I hope you're enjoying your ride so far!

The new book will not follow the Adinkras but my own creation called Diadems. With Sam, Dean and Cas being replaced. (known as Nathan Lancaster, Gil Lancaster and Archangel Michael) If you like this story, consider buying my book when it comes out! Or you can read the changes (and new chapters I added) here:

This fanfic will continue as long as possible! But there's a chance it will end abruptly. Thank you for reading!! So far I have no plans to stop posting this fic, but this is just a small warning to those reading.