Shit is going down

Aria takes a deep breath and looks at the stars. All those years of training, fighting, learning ... Everything she's been through. It was all for nothing from the moment she lost that chain. She can't ruin this opportunity! She must take back the amulet. Otherwise... Otherwise, she can never go home again. . As Dean said; shits going down. She sighs again and closes her eyes for a second.

"Aria" asks Ketch's sultry accent. Aria turns herself around. "We have to get ready," he says and walks back inside. Aria slowly follows the Brit. Her hands are shaking. Why? This was not the first fight she faces. Why is this so different? Everything depends on this fight. Is it that? As hateful as she thinks it is, Aria has become attached to the Winchesters. Heck, even the half-angel Jack. She can't let them die. It's not just getting the amulet back that's playing with her nerves. She must save the amulet but also her new friends. "Goddamn" she sighs and walks towards the living room.

"Aria" greets John and hands her sword. Aria looks at the shiny weapon and strokes the blade.

"Lo nin caste lior ben hep nin bel lior"

"What the heck was that," asks Dean rudely. "Dean" sighs Mary and pats his arm. "An elvish chant. It has been said that every sword is made for you based on your soul. One should treat your sword like a friend, with respect to fight honorably." Dean smirks. "Awesome."

Aria quickly arms herself. She looks hesitantly at the graceful short sword before attaching it to her back. "So ... how do we do this," asks Mary. "We have to stop them from using this thing. Anyway. I just hope we can surprise them," Dean sighs. "Me too'' answers Sam and gets in the car with him. Aria sighs and takes place in the backseat. Whatever it takes she thinks. She is born for this. It looks like it was destiny to cross paths with these boys.

Deep in thought, she looks at the road. She has no idea what to expect. Neither what is inside that box? If it is even a box. From the stories, it sounds more like a sarcophagus. God knows what's in there. Well. He knows. He just didn't want to tell. And he also didn't want to come. Doesn't that say enough? Doesn't that say that whatever is in there.. It is dangerous enough to scare God? Another sigh escapes Aria her lips. "Hey, you know.. we will get it" Sam smiles. Aria nods.

Growling Dean parks the impala. "We are here. Shit's going down for real" he says and sighs.