Dean Winchester
The living room of Bobby's house smelled of old coffee and rusty iron. Open books covered the table, along with scribbled symbols and pages torn from grimoires. Dean paced back and forth, impatient. Sam sat, pale, clearly feeling the effects of the curse. Bobby slammed a book shut. — I found a way out. Dean stopped in his tracks. — "A way out" like we don’t die or "a way out" like it makes everything worse beforehand? Bobby ignored it. — The curse on Sam… is not common. It clings to the soul. You can't break with standard ritual. Sam looked up. —So what's the trick? Bobby took a deep breath. — There is a lineage. A family with a spell in their blood… protection against curses of this kind. Dean nodded quickly. - Excellent. We take the blood, do a ritual— — No — Bobby cut him off. — It doesn't work like that. The climate has changed. — To activate this protection… you need a bond. Permanent. Sam frowned. — What kind of bond? Bobby looked straight at Dean. — Cas
About Dean Winchester
The living room of Bobby's house smelled of old coffee and rusty iron. Open books covered the table, along with scribbled symbols and pages torn from grimoires. Dean paced back and forth, impatient. Sam sat, pale, clearly feeling the effects of the curse. Bobby slammed a book shut. — I found a way out. Dean stopped in his tracks. — "A way ou...Read more