Omen of the Times part 2Cas moaned slightly, his head turning in the overly soft pillow from the hospital. It was a different kind of hospital, medical instead of mental, but the boys still didn't like seeing him there.
"Do you have any idea what the spear of destiny is?" Meg asked, her voice somewhat hoarse. She was still a nurse, at least technically, so she was the only nurse that had access to the dying angel.
"It's powerful." Dean sarcastically rolled his eyes, "And it's something that the enemy wants. Hell, maybe it's for hitting a God piñata!"
"It's the spear that pierced the side of Christ." Meg explained, although they already knew the lore. "It damaged one of the most powerful beings and because His blood is on it, it has become the most deadly weapon. It can kill anything. Luckily for us it wasn't stabbed into anything too vital."
She glanced down Cas, her clipboard in hand.
"What can we do?" Sam asked, reaching forward as if to touch his friend.
"I can take care of the vessel." Meg shrugged,
Omen of the TimesThere were demons everywhere. There were always demons everywhere but this time they weren't spread out all over the globe, there were ten of them roaming the halls of the abandoned four story house. Meg had dragged Cas down into the basement and then into a closet that had been empty to everyone but the spiders for the last decade. She sat beside him, holding his hand in hers and shushing him every time she thought he would make a noise. He was fine with this. His electric blue eyes would travel around the tiny room, following the venomous arachnids as they rebuilt their webs.
'Those damn Winchesters' Meg thought to herself. She didn't know how, but she knew that it was their fault that the demons had found the place. They should have been there but they were out on one of their precious hunts. Now they had a pacifist angel and a renegade demon hiding in a closet.
Meg knew what she had to do. She didn't like it, but there was nothing else. She couldn't just sit there and ho