(INSANELY LATE UPDATE BUT NONE THE LESS HERE WE ARE!)

(Castiel)

Seeing Sam happy, made my heart ache, it should have been with Joy. But instead it was pure jealousy, I hated Klaus, I hated the whole royal vampire family. I don't know why I was fixated on Sam. Perhaps it was his independence and huge compassionate heart for anything living but seeing him and Klaus made my stomach churn, a voice inside my head saying. "That should be me"

I pulled myself from staring, the looking glass in heaven was similar to a crystal ball, if you concentrated hard enough, you could see the past, present and the future, find anyone or anything. I stepped out of the observatory room and walked down the long pristine white hallway, each room along the way was someones heaven, each one unique and different. But I was on a mission, a rather important one.

I stopped at room 666 and paused. The large iron sign with the occupants name. Morganna LeFaye. I gathered my thoughts. Doing this could help Sam and Dean with the coming war. But also could alert one of Heavens most dangerous Occupants of where she is and the vast amount of power she could obtaim.

I closed my eyes and with a deep breath opened the door and stepped into the perpetual darkness. I heard the sound of rushing water as suddenly the door slammed shut and I fell. Dropping onto the hard ground. The door vanishing behind me as I got to my feet. There was no turning back as I cleared my throat, I trudged forward, coming to a small clove of trees forming a circle, in the center hummed a woman, her black hair and cherry red lips brough her pale moonlight skin to life as she seemed to be sewing using the vines that grew. She sat her creation down.

"Who are you and why have you come here?" She narrowed her eyes as she stood up.

Nervously I bowed. "I have come to seek your guidance, it is knowm throughout the land of your advice and wisdom, and your magic. I ask to sit and chat, to understand your story."

She raised a brow as a stump appeared opposite. "Sit Traveler and I will spin my tale. To begin you must understand my birth. My Parents were Lucifer and Titania, The Devil and The Fair Queen. It was foretold that I would birth children of Evil, Wicked and Dark descent. Fearing this I crafted a spell of grim and terrible magnitude. A Spell to Seperate the Dark and The Light. Like all grand witches, I believed that I was powerful enough to do it. Each time one of my children were born I performed the ritual spliting there soul and taking all darkness and evil and pooling it into a new vessel, Sadly It needed a living host. My Betroth, was naive, but he fit perfectly, but Taking in all that Wickedness from 7 children, Made him cruel, mean and wicked. I locked him away in a cave. But he persuaded the town to burn my village to the ground. I haven't laid dyes on my children since." She said sadly as she looked up at the sky. The stars glistening.

"Your tale is sorrow filled. But I must ask why not kill your betrothed?" I asked

To this she shook her head. "Killing him will not do anything except free the damnation he harbors. The Darkness has to have a living host"

"Thank you Mistress of the Green, I ask for your tale and you granted it to me" I stood up to which she stood up first grabbing my arm.

"Tell me traveler in your travels have you seen the last of the Cyprus, My children?" Her grip was tight as her nails dug into my skin.

"I fear not my lady, I have seen none of your children" With that I pulled away her eyes filled with longing.

"I just want to see my children. I Long for them, to see my sweet Perseus and Achilles. To hear my Calliope and Cassandra laugh, to see Lysander and William argue. I long to hear the sound of their voices." She sighed as she fell back on her stump, her head in her hands. "A mother should not bs seperated from her children"

I nodded walking slowly back. "I am sorry Mistress. I thank you for your words" with that I walked away, heading down a small trail, putting distance between me and her before I looked up at the blue sky, muttering a word in enochian, a few stars brightened, the costelation forming a door.

With a leap off the ground I flew up, my wimgs gracefully flowing as I reached the door, opeming it and stepping out into the hallway, shutting the door tightly. I needed to talk to Sam before they went to war.

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(Dean)

It has been months since Kol has been home. Rebekah says its normal for Kol to disappear that he was probably on a blood binge, draining every bar he entered. Part of me felt responsible, I caused it, if I had never kissed Stefan. Not only that for the Mikaelson household was now on high alert since all the black daggers were missing.

Of course Stefan was charming as ever, keeping me company as I sunk in my depressive state. He was always welcoming and positive, keeping my mood elevated, but my chest hurt every time I though about Kol. What if he was hurt, or dead or worse.... turned it off, flipped the damn switch.

"Earth to Dean?" Stefan snapped me.out of my thoughs considering he had paid for the amusement park tickets and begged and forced me to come.

"Sorry... what did you say?" I asked fixing the collar of my jacket.

"I Said what did you want to ride first?" Stefan asked as he was a little too close, his hand resting on my waist.

I pulled away. Stefan was hot and sweet and kind and I had terrible mixed up feelings but it wasn't helping. "How bout the Five Star Hell Hole" it was terrifying, a huge 200ft drop into a dark hole and then shot back up like being shot from a cannon.

Stefan shrugged as he nodded. "Whatever you want Dean"

I nodded as I noticed a few of the other Occupants. It was the Lefayed. The nicer ones, I hoped. It was Calliope, Cassandra, and Achilles. They noticed us and narrowed their eyes glancing back at their phones or the ride.

"Dean. We can go somewhere else" Stefan offered as I shook my head. I was still perplexed as too why they hadn't struck. It had been at least 3 months. But neither Mikaelson, Salvatore or LeFaye had made a move. It was rather intense and nerve raking. Waiting for someone. Anyone to strike first. The anticipation was killing me.

Running a hand through my hair as I waited to get on the ride, I nudged Stefan when I saw them staring rather intently at Stefan. Achilles was the main one watching , his eyes glued as Stefan, hissed grabbing at his head, groaning as he dropped to his knees, blood dripping from his eyes, rolling down his cheek and dripping to the floor.
I pulled out the gun aiming it at Achilles. "Stop the Spell."

Achilles snorted as Stefan relaxed as his blue eyes glared into mine. "Why do you care. The Mikaelson has you on a no touch, no torture basis. But the Salvatore. He's torturing him is encouraged."

I cocked the gun. "Leave him alone and piss off"

Calliope rested a hand on Achilles shoulder. "Relax. Brother. This is Kass's day. Lets not ruin it okay."

Achilles Nodded. "Whatever Calliope" he stated as he turned away and a gun went off