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A sharp rap on the door frame woke Dean out of his slumber. He rolled over to see Sam standing in the doorway, an apologetic smile on his face. “Hey, sorry to wake you, but I think we may have a case.”
Dean stifled a yawn and sat up, carding his fingers through his hair. “Library in five?”
“Actually, I’ll give you ten and make the coffee if you can give Cas a call and ask him where the Voarchadumia Contra Alchimiam is.”
“I’m going to need coffee just to pronounce that.” Dean rubbed at his eyes. “Is there another way to refer to it?”
“Just ask him where you can find the ancient Enochian text he and I were working with.”
Dean gave an OK sign before waving Sam away. He sat up and stretched before grabbing his phone off the nightstand and swiping to Cas’ contact information.
The phone started to ring as he stood up and yawned. Cas picked up on the third ring. “Good morning, Dean.”
“Morning, Cas. Not too sure it’s good yet.” Dean stepped out of his room and started down the hallway towards the angel’s room. “How are things going with you and Jack?”
“He’s currently asleep, but he was doing well yesterday. He can levitate things for longer. He can teleport further.” Cas hummed in thought. “Overall, I think his progression has come a long way.”
“Well, he’s got a good mentor to look up to.” Dean ran his hand down his face as he stood in front of Cas’ door. “So, uh, I called ‘cause Sam’s got a case.”
“Jack’s not ready. We can’t come back yet.”
“That’s fine. You work with Jack. Sam needs a book, and he said you had it last. Some ancient Enochian book you two were reviewing together.”
“Ah, the Voarchadumia Contra Alchimiam ,” Cas responded, the Latin rolling off his tongue with ease.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that thing.”
“Don’t roll your eyes, Dean. It’s on my desk in my room. Should be a plain red book. When you open it, everything is in Enochian.”
“Thanks, Cas.” Dean paused and bit the inside of his cheek. “And, uh, take care, ok?”
“Of course, Dean.”
The call disconnected, and Dean opened the door. He had been in Cas’ room plenty of times, spending what Sam had deemed an unhealthy amount of time in there after Lucifer had killed him. Despite knowing the room so well, entering now seemed odd and forbidden. Dean quickly made his way over to Cas’ desk and found an ancient-looking red book. It was unmarked, and when he cracked it open, the pages were covered in the scribbles he had come to know as Enochian. He snapped the book shut and exited the room swiftly, closing the door behind him.
Dean walked the rest of the hallway to the War Room before making his way to the Library. Sam had already set up his laptop and several books for the two of them, as well as the coffee he had promised his older brother.
“Sammy!” Dean tossed the book as soon as Sam looked up. “I don’t know how you two can pronounce that crap this early in the morning, but here it is.”
“You sure, Dean?” Sam looked the book over. “I thought it was thicker.”
Dean held up his pointer finger as he started drinking his coffee. Once he finished half the mug and set it down, he raised his eyebrow and looked at the book. “Sam, he said it was old, red and when you opened it, that it would be in Enochian. It matches his description.”
“I mean, I guess?” Sam set the book next to him and turned his laptop to Dean. “So get this, my preliminary research shows that five people have been killed and exsanguinated in these five towns.” Sam pointed to the dots on the map on the screen.
“Let me guess, perfect pentagram?” Dean took another drink of his coffee.
“No.” Sam frowned. “It’s lining up to be a perfect hexagram.”
“So something angel-related instead. Hence why you wanted the Enochian lore book.”
“Exactly. The only thing I’ve figured out so far is the pattern of when and where the vics have been taken.” Sam pointed to a spot on the map. “This is the rough location of where the last vic is going to be found. It’s not far from Sioux Falls, so I’ve already got Jody on it.”
Dean took another sip of his coffee before finishing Sam’s thought. “We need to figure what the first five vics had in common so Jody and her crew can protect the final vic or anyone that matches the criteria.” Dean nodded. “We can do that. You work on the Enochian book to figure out the spell, I’ll work on the victims’ profiles?”
Sam finished pushing the laptop over to Dean before grabbing the Enochian cipher Cas had made them. The two of them settled into a comfortable silence as they dove into their individual research. Dean took the time to look into the personal lives of each vic when he realized what Sam had missed.
Before he could speak, Sam spoke up. “Dean, we got a problem.”
“No, we don’t. I know what they all had in common.” He turned around the laptop. “They were all vessels for angels during the fall.”
“Bravo, Columbo.” Sam shot him his best bitch-face as he held up the red book. “Now you going to tell me why I just started deciphering Cas’ journal?”
The pride on Dean’s face melted away to absolute mortification. “What?”