《Warrior ~*~ [ C A S T I E L {1} ]》E I G H T
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based around 11.13
love hurts
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Juno stepped through the door to Richard's Heaven, Charlie following suit. Juno couldn't decide what this was, but was really confused. It seemed like a forest, but it also could be someone's back yard. She finally made it through the tree's, confirming it to be a backyard.
"I thought we were in the jungle," Charlie muttered as she pushed a branch out of her hair.
"Yeah, same," Juno agreed. She turned her head to see a boy throwing a ball back and forth with what seemed to be his brother.
"Are you sure this is it?" Charlie asked.
"Positive," Juno said with a nod. Suddenly, one of the boys was gone, and the littler one was now who Juno knew. He turned to look at her, a small smile coming across his face.
"Hello, Juno," he said folding his hands in front of him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna cut to the chase," Juno said taking her jacket off. She revealed her almost completely grey arm, then pulled her shirt down to reveal the veins in her chest were grey now.
"Yes, that is bad," Richard said stepping towards her.
"Juno, you didn't tell me it was this bad," Charlie said stepping to her sister.
"It didn't cross my mind to show you," Juno shrugged. "But, since it's now in the air, how do I fix it?" Richard inspected her arm a bit more, then grabbed her hand to check on the original cut.
"Hm, how did this happen? Where did you procure a golden blade?" he asked looking up at Juno.
"The Winchesters," Juno answered.
"Ah, I've heard of those boys. Always causing problems. Yet, they are who you need to be with," Richard said stepping back. "Alas, I cannot do anything from in here. But, I can give you instructions on what to do."
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"Yes, anything," Juno begged.
"Come inside, I will write it down for you," Richard said turning. They walked into the house, the girls taking notice of how intricate it all was. Richard began writing on a paper as the girls sauntered around aimlessly. "How did you procure this cut?" Juno turned back to Richard as she glanced at her hand.
"I was on a hunt, another banshee in fact. A worse one. I had to trap it in a sigil, which meant cutting my hand. And the only thing I could cut my hand with was a gold blade," Juno explained to Richard. He nodded slowly, then ripped the paper off the notepad. He folded it over several times, then handed it to Juno.
"Be careful with this. Do not lose it. The ingredients might be difficult to obtain, yet I have faith in you," Richard told her with a nod. "Now, you must go before the angels notice that your sister is missing from her Heaven and that you've invaded Heaven itself."
"Thank you so much, Richard," Juno said as she pulled her jacket back on. "For everything."
"It's my pleasure, Juno. Now, go," he said nodding to the door. Juno and Charlie nodded at each other, then walked out of the house. They left the Heaven, then turned down the hall. They ran all the way back to Charlie's Heaven, stopping outside before Charlie went in. She turned to Juno, a small smile on her face.
"So this is a proper goodbye?" Charlie questioned. Juno nodded, then hugged her sister. She smiled as she closed her eyes. They stepped back, Charlie holding up the Vulcan salute. "See ya later, bitch."
"Later, bitch," Juno said doing the salute back. Charlie walked into her Heaven, Juno nodding slightly. She checked to make sure she still had the paper, then nodded slightly. She began walking out of the hallway, then turned to look if any angels were coming. She was in the clear, meaning she could go.
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*****
Juno stumbled out of the gate, landing on the ground to see Castiel standing next to the bench. She held up a piece of paper as she walked towards him, a small smile on her face.
"I got it," Juno said. "Where are the angels?"
"Gone. I took care of them," Cas told her.
"Took care of them how?" Juno questioned walking towards Castiel.
"It doesn't matter. They're gone. We should go before more of them come," he said beginning to walk to the car with her.
"Right, let's go," Juno said. They walked to the car, climbing in and driving away as fast as possible. They drove all the way back to the bunker, walking inside to get the spell going. "First thing on the list-" Cas took the list from her hand, reading the ingredients. "Alright."
"We have most of these hear, and we can melt the blade with turpentine and salt," Cas said setting the list down.
"So, do we have everything on here?" Juno asked as she grabbed one of the bowls from the shelf.
"It's all here," Cas said with a confident nod. They began gathering everything for the spell, Juno grabbing the blade that she had cut herself with. She began performing the spell, opening the cut once more over the bowl. She groaned in pain, then grabbed the turpentine and salt. She poured them both over all the contents, including the blade.
Cas threw the match in, all of it going up in flames. As the blade began melting, Juno could feel her arm again. She gasped as she pulled off her jacket, watching the grey fade away, her skin returning to normal. Her knee's hit the ground as she doubled over in pain, Cas watching with worry. Once the last flame went out and her arm was fine, Juno stood from the ground. She stretched her arm out, a smile creeping across her face.
"We did it," Juno said looking at Cas. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly hugged back. "Wow, I actually thought I was gonna die." Juno stepped back, running her fingers through her hair. She turned to Cas, holding her arms out again. "I'm alive."
"Yes, that seems to be apparent," he said with a slight nod.
"Anyways, that was the scariest thing that's ever happened to me and I've been to war. I'm gonna go sleep for twelve hours," Juno said as she grabbed the bowl. "Right after I wash this out to make sure Sam and Dean never discover anything."
"I'll do it. You go rest," Cas said taking the bowl from Juno.
"Oh, alright," Juno said with a slight nod. "Thank you, Castiel. I'll see you... Whenever I see you." Juno walked out, Cas watching her. His face went from monotone to annoyed immediately. Lucifer teleported out of the room, going to Hell. He dropped the bowl into a pit of fire, walking into the throne room. All the demons stood up straight then, Crowley looking over from his cage.
"Honey, I'm home."
~*~
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