Sidereus

Chapter Forty One

"I see you told then where the sword is."

With bleak cynicism, I drawl thickly "Oh thank god. The Angel's are here."

Seemingly ignoring me, Zachariah waves his hand and the door to the lock up said shut with a bang "And just to think they could've grabbed it any time they wanted. Was right in front of them." Stepping forwards from his tailing Angel's, I follow Zarariah's hand to watch him gently slide the storage room door closed. Shutting out any interference that there might be. Or a simple flex of his power. Reminding us who is actually in control between us.

Instead of focussing on that, Sam voices behind me "What do you mean?"

"We may have planted that particular piece fo prophecy inside Chuck's skull but it happened to be true", Zachariah tells us, eyes wild and wide "We did lose the Michael Sword. We truly couldn't find it... until now. You've just hand delivered it to us."

"Hand delivered?" Drawing his attention, I almost want to chuckle when I confess "Honey we don't have anything."

Staring at me for a long moment, Zachariah blatantly states "It's Dean, Chucklehead." Slowly shifting his gaze to Dean I try to keep the shock from reaching my eyes. Stepping to size up Dean, Zachariah repeats firmly "You're the Michael Sword." When Dean holds his stare, Zachariah seems to light up with amusement "What? You think you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wade of insecurity and self loathing-no. You're just a human Dean." Sparing Sam a look Zachariah's gaze lands on me, averts before giving me another look. Like an after thought. "Your lassy here would have a better chance if she she wasn't on lock up." Furrowing my brows I side eye the room around me. I don't think I'm on lock up. Almost giggling, Zachariah waves off the comment "Don't worry about it. No Angel wants to release that kind of power and it's in every Demon's interest not to touch it. Best to leave you as a human- and not much of one might I add."

"Wow", I smirk, covering up the curiosity gnawing inside "How far does that cosmic stick go up your ass?"

"Ooh- so touchy-"

"Aye", Dean interjets, his stance shifting closer to me to regain Zachariah's attention "What do you mean I'm the Michael Sword?"

"You're Michael's weapon. Or rather his receptical."

My brows shoot up when it seems to click, "I'm a vessel?"

"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel."

Sparing Dean a wary glance, I watch as he fumbles "H-How? Why me?"

"Because you're chosen!" Zachariah exclaims excitedly, amping up "It's a great honour Dean."

"Oh yeah. Life as an Angel condom. That's real fun", Dean harshly chuckles, voice suddenly dropping "I think I'll pass. Thanks."

Distainfully, Zachariah grumbles "Joking. Always joking. Well... no more jokes." Raising his hand like a finger gun I arch my brow. Is a celestial being using a finger gun to Coex this situation? I thought he was five thousand, not five? Shifting it to point behind me, Zarachiah deadpans "Bang."

Hearing bone crack I turn hearing Sam yelp in pain. His entire body dropped to the floor clutching his leg. Quickly to Sam's side I encourage his to stop the rolling. Hand's over his I immediately realise, "You broke his leg."

Looking over my shoulder with a deathly stare, I snap up so fast Dean latches onto my wrist. Beating me to it, Dean growls "You son of a bitch!"