User blog:The Weary TimeLord/Memoir of a Dimension Hopping Madman: Love in the face of pain. Chapter 4.

Chapter 4: Many Bothans Died.

“If we could return to the task at hand” Cas spoke up his voice kind, yet carrying the authority fitting an Angel of Heaven. “Right, Ok where was I?” “You were mentioning similar cases on other Earths.” Sam supplies helpfully “Yes!” “Thanks Sam, now then similar events were occurring on this Earth” I point to the one labeled Grimm “You said “were occurring” Cas points out “What stopped them?” “We don’t know, Nick and I, ahem that is to say Nick Grimm, Rosalee, Monroe, Bud, Wu, Hank, and Trubel worked to locate these witches on that Earth.” “We actually had some success in routing them, which may have led to them fleeing to another Earth as they have not been seen there in over a year.” “So they just packed up and left?” “It appears that way, I think they were looking for something and when they couldn’t find it they moved on.”  “What about the third Earth?’ Dean asks “The Dresden Files, I point to the Earth above the title.” “Harry Dresden is a PI and a wizard, he’s no stranger to demons, witches, or the occult and even he was having trouble identifying this Coven.” “I assume it’s the same story as the other Earth?” Dean asks “Yes.” I reply.

“Which brings us to your lead, what did you find?” “Cas you want to take over?” Dean motions to him “Certainly, I have picked up… distressing reports over Angel Radio as Dean calls it.” (Angel Radio is this frequency that only Celestials such as Angels can hear they can transmit their thoughts to each other at lightning speed. It’s useful for emergencies, battle planning, or just keeping up on current Heavenly things. Basically it’s Angel Twitter, although you don’t know what Twitter is, ugh just ignore that last bit.) “Several reports from multiple Angels speak of massive energy fluctuations all over the United States.” “The most recent has been traced to Enfield, Maine.” Cas pointed at the map to a highlighted spot, as if to hit the point home. “Of course it’s in Maine, Stephen King made it bad enough with his books about killer clowns and giant bat creatures now there’s witches too?” I mutter “Damn it, any idea what is causing the energy spikes, such as spell types, runes, cursed object?” “None, we will be going in blind.” Sam replies Dean speaks up “Well let’s get or gear together then head out.”

We move through the bunker to the armory which is a long thin room stacked with shelves of equipment, and locked behind a large vault door. Once there Cas, Dean, and Sam begin gearing up. All the usual items come into play, pistols, sawed off shotguns, demon blades, angel blades, and of course witch killing bullets. “We’re set what about you Nick? Dean asks I wave my hand creating an incantation and I pull forth an old, ornate chest. I pull out a pair of pistols, a serrated enchanted dagger and Galadhrim my one handed sword crafted by the Elves of Middle Earth as a gift of thanks for my services throughout the ages. I cannot help but boast of the craftsmanship used in her creation. While she appeared unassuming bearing only a silver cross guard, black-hand grip, and a silver flat circular end cap bearing my sword’s name in Elvish on one side, and in Gallifreyan on the other; she was in fact one of the most powerful sword the smiths had ever created. The blade was specially designed to be able to channel and withstand my own mystical energies as a mage. “Now I’m ready.”

We move from the armory down to the lower garage and there she sits the famous 1967 all black Impala, or as Dean affectionately calls her “Baby.” I personally can’t fault Dean because I talk to the TARDIS all the time, so I have no ground to stand on. “Couldn’t Cas or Nick just say something and just poof us to Enfield?” Sam asked, almost as one Cas and I both said “I do not poof.” Dean started laughing at this; in hindsight it was rather funny. Cas spoke up then “In any case it would be impossible to get an exact fix on the location the witches are using and… “poof” in due to the mystical energy radiating from their location.” “Besides, they most likely have the place warded against magic teleportation and possibly Angel teleports as well so unless you’d like yourself scattered across Maine…” I chime in. “No driving’s fine” Sam replies. With that our gear is loaded into the Impala, and we all scramble in. Dean is of course driving, Sam is riding shotgun, and Cas and I are filling out the back seats. Now that our preparations are complete we set out for Enfield, Maine, and with Dean wanting to make up for lost time he floors it.