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“So, anything we should also know?” Dean cleared his throat.
The streets seemed to get even more crowded after the sunset as they moved towards the Old City. They weren’t used to that, the cities they mostly visit look almost deserted in the afternoons, especially in the later hours.
“Considering our limited ability to blend in, we just have to do it quietly,” Sam said and looked at his watch. “The Castle is already closed off. We should locate the camera room and delete the footage after, just to be safe.”
His brother nodded and glanced around. Even the architecture was different. Normally, he wouldn’t stop to look at the houses, but this time, he found some kind of joy, passing by the old buildings. Cas noticed the action and did the same.
“I suspect some of them can be even older than the United States. The Castle certainly is,” he said, stealing a few looks at Dean. “The last time I visited this place, it was during the Middle Ages, specifically during the outbreak of the Black Death.”
“So, a lot of bodies to bury,” Dean summarised.
“On the contrary. Cracow was a safe haven in Europe at that time.” Cas was still glancing around. “Barely anybody even knew about the epidemic.”
Sam overheard the conversation and was probably more intrigued by that statement than his brother, who was still turning his head in every direction to see the buildings as long as possible.
The youngest was stalling to the side, obviously aware of how close the other two were walking. It wasn’t unusual, but this time, they basically brushed each other's shoulders.
“What were you talking about in the room?” Sam asked, looking at his brother, trying to strike a conversation with him.
“Discussing poetry.” Dean said almost instantly.
Sam knew it certainly wasn’t the case, but he didn’t really want to pry. His brother’s reaction told him everything that he needed to know.
“I certainly appreciate Słowacki’s works.” Cas nodded. “They can be very…passionate.”
Dean’s eyes flashed for a second and he stepped on the angel’s foot to shut him up before he said anything more. It worked almost a bit too well, Cas decided to not talk at all, only speaking again when they were near the Castle.
They walked up to the gate that was closed and guarded with two broad and tall men.
“What now, genius? I thought there won’t be any guards.” Dean turned to Sam and looked genuinely done with it.
“Do you have a plan of the building?” Sam massaged his forehead.
Dean searched his bag and gave him a poorly copied version of the outline of the Castle. His brother grimaced but took it and stared at it for a few seconds.
“There’s only one entry.” He still was looking at the plan. “And I assume we can’t jump the walls. Do either of you have any other ideas?”
“I can always zap you there.” Cas cocked his head. “I know it’s not pleasant for you, but it seems like the only option.”
The hunters looked at each other, trying to silently weigh their options, but in actuality, there wasn’t even another option.
“Sure.” Dean shrugged. “The FBI trick won’t work here.”
Cas nodded and touched each of their shoulders and in the next second, they were just outside the room where the two graves were.
Sam fastly grabbed a flashlight and Dean got a knife ready. After a moment of silence, they heard a heated argument in foreign language coming from the room and something breaking. The angel looked extremely confused as he listened.
“They’re speaking about some uprising,” Cas murmured. “Each is blaming the other for not attending.”
“All right, we’re going in.” Dean stepped forward and opened the door to the room.
In the room, there were two figures standing with their heads turned to the hunter. On the floor there was a candle knocked down and several flower bouquets. Sam and Cas went in shortly after when they saw the ghosts were only hostile towards each other.
The first one was pale and thin with black and messy hair and a moustache. His figure was fairly delicate and it was even more emphasised by how short he looked in comparison to the hunters. He was dressed in an elegant shirt with a white vest, decorated with flowery design. It was quickly assumed by the hunters that it was Juliusz, knowing the allegations that they read so much about.
The other one was a few centimetres shorter than Juliusz but looked older and more alive, even for a ghost. His hair was slightly long and he had noticeable sideburns. It was evident that he didn’t care much for clothes as he wore a black, worn off, long coat that had a few patches in it.
“What is this about?” Dean sighed.
“Powiedz coś temu wieprzowi litewskiemu co nawet by rymowanki dla dziecka nie napisał poprawnie!” The younger poet exclaimed.
“Mówi ten co napisał malinowy kryminał z duszkami w roli głównej,” the other one said back.
“Both of you stop this nonsense and speak English,” Dean raised his voice. “I’ll ask again, what is this about?”
There was silence for a moment. Both the hunters, the angel and the poets didn’t want to say anything, trying to understand what the other side was doing there.
“And who are you?” The older poet crossed his arms.
“We’re here to investigate why you two killed a guard here,” Sam started. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean and this is Castiel, an angel.”
“Who?” Both poets asked at the same time.
“Since you’re ghosts now, I thought nothing will surprise you,” Dean smiled. “But yeah, if you don’t stop causing trouble we’ll kill you.”
Another moment of silence occurred. It wasn’t the angry type, but it was awkward, like a teenager being confronted by a teacher.
“He did it.” Juliusz pointed at Adam.
“But it was you that made me do it!” Mickiewicz threw another bouquet of flowers down. “You dandy fuck, don’t put the blame on me when it was you who prompted that!”
The brothers looked at each other in both confusion and slight annoyance while Cas observed how the quarrel was going down.
The three were aware that they couldn’t simply just burn their bones, as the place they were in was highly guarded. Also, they felt that burning the bones of the two most important poets in the country was somehow wrong. So this mess certainly wasn’t going to end easily.