Leah Gideon: The Whore of Babylon

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I do not ow Supernatural in any way.

“Cass, come on. Stop”, Celeste said.

Castiel’s phone started ringing.

Celeste dug it out of Castiel’s jacket pocket. “What do you want Sam?” Celeste snapped.

“Celeste?” Sam asked.

“Get on with it Sam”, she said lightly kicking Castiel.

“We are in Blue Earth, Minnesota, and um, we could use a little help”, he said.

“Like what?” she asked him.

“We think we may have found another prophet”, he said.

“Okay. We’ll be there later. I have…things to take care of”, she said and hung up.

           

The next night, Celeste had had enough of Castiel drinking.

He had gone through the whole liquor store.

She hauled him to his feet and transported them to Sam and Dean’s motel room. Sam turned and saw them.

Castiel opened their fridge, probably looking for some alcohol.

He stumbled around. “What’s wrong with you? Are you…drunk?” Sam asked.

“No!” Castiel protested.

Celeste gave him a look

“…Yes”, he said.

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked.

“I found a liquor store”, Castiel said.

“And?” Sam asked.

“And the idiot drank it. The whole freaking store”, Celeste told him.

“Why’d you call me?” Castiel asked stumbling over to Sam.

“Whoa. There you go”, Sam said steadying him, “Easy. Are you okay?”

Castiel leaned in towards Sam and said, “Don’t ask stupid questions. Tell me what you need”.

Celeste helped Castiel lean up against the table.

“T-there have been these—these demon attacks. Massive, right on the edge of town. And we can’t figure out why they’re…” Sam started to say.

“Any sign of angels?” Castiel asked.

“Sort of. They’ve been speaking to this prophet”, Sam said.

“Who?” Castiel asked.

“This girl, Leah Gideon”, Sam told him.

“She’s not a prophet”, Castiel said.

“I’m pretty sure she is. Visions, headaches—the whole package”, Sam said.

“The names of all the prophets, they’re seared into my brain. Leah Gideon is not one of them”, Castiel insisted.

“Then what is she?” Sam asked.

           

The next morning, Dean returned to the motel room.

“We went out looking for—You alright?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. It’s—it’s not my blood. Paul’s dead”, Dean said.

“What?!” Sam yelled.

“Jane shot him”, Dean said.

“It’s starting”, Castiel said.

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