"I've been talking to a friend of mine, she's a witch as well. I think that I know what we're dealing with." Patience held out her hand in front of her, "Book of Demons." As soon as she said that her hands began to glow and as it slowly faded a book was in it's place. The book looked to be hundreds of years old and was thicker than the dictionary. Patience brought the book to the table and everyone gathered around it.
Neither Dean nor Sammy knew exactly who was standing in front of them but Bobby was pretty sure that he knew. She had powers that he had never seen and only heard of once, but he figured it was just a legend. Now to know that she could be standing right in front of him, he didn't really know what to do. Of course he wasn't exactly sure what were all the powers that she had, since he'd only seen one and she told about the other. She also said that she had other powers as well. He was really interested to know what they were.
As Patience was flipping through the pages, Sammy saw that Dean had somehow minuvered himself next to her and at the moment was glancing down her shirt. Not that it should surprise him since that was pretty much what he would do with any girl. Still he had to say that Dean was brave. This girl didn't read to him as girl who would let guys get away with that kind of thing. He was just waiting for her to realize that he was looking down her shirt, no doubt she would put him in his place. Sometimes he didn't understand how his brother could treat girls that way. Sam knew that his brother was scared to get attached to a girl and lose her the way Dad had lost Mom and he had lost Jess. Through all the pain that he had gone through loosing Jess, he wouldn't give up the time he had with her for anything at all. Some day he hoped that his brother would feel the same way about a girl, but he knew the chances of that were slim since Dean had less than a year to live.
"Okay, right here. The demons name is Xanador. By eating the hearts of witches it strenghtens his powers. All he needs is ten before he becomes immortal," Patience sighed. "All he needs is two more. Each heart that he devours, he gets that witch's power. Each time he becomes more powerful... by now he's got to be pretty powerful." Patience looked all around the table at all the faces there. "I think that you guys should just let me take care of this. He's too powerful and you guys could get hurt."
"Yeah, right. You think that we're just going to let you, one person take care of this? A girl, no offense, none the less," Dean scoffed.
"I take offense at that, thank you very much," Patience said turning to face him. "You really think that you could take him better than I could?"
Bobby stepped around the table, "I'd watch it, kid. She's not just any witch, your the charmed one aren't you?"
"The charmed one?" Sam said, his eyebrows disappeared in his hair. He'd never heard of the charmed one.
"You boys must not have read all the way through your Dad's journal. You've worked a few times with him haven't you Patience?"
Patience nodded, "Yeah, I've worked with John quite a few times."
"You worked with Dad?" Dean said shocked. "When? I've never worked with you and I worked with Dad."
"He always said that he sent you on a different job when I was working with him. He usually asked me to help him when he said the job was too dangerous for you. He never stopped talking about how good you were, but that you just weren't ready for something as dangerous as we were hunting. He was a great man," Patience looked at the table. She never knew what to say to people who had lost loved ones. Sure, she had lost plenty of them, but everyone dealt differently. John had been like a father to her after her father had left in fear of what she was. When no one was there to explain what she was, John Winchester had stepped up to the plate. She had to admit that when he would talk about his two sons, she was always jealous.
Andrew cleared his throat, "I think that we should all get some sleep and we'll decide what we're going to do in the morning."
"Andrew..." Patience had that tone meaning that she wouldn't negotiate, but Andrew always knew how to fix that.
"Patience... don't try to fight us on this, there is six to one, so we win this round. Let's just get some sleep and we'll deal with the details tomorrow," Andrew turned away from her. "I have to spare bedrooms, Patience can take one and if you guys don't mind we'll put an air mattress in the other one."
"I'm good with the couch, if that's alright? I don't need anything special," Bobby said.
"Sure thing. I'll show you guys to the room," Andrew started toward the stairs.
Patience moved quicker, "Nah, I'll show them, Drew. Well, Winchester boys, are you coming?"
Dean picked up the duffle bag and followed Patience, Sam following behind him. Sam was still shocked that his father had known about Patience and had never said anything. Why hadn't he asked Patience for help when they had gone after the Yellow-Eyed Demon? If he had maybe they would have been able to save him and Dean wouldn't of had to offer his soul for Sam's life. If Patience was so powerful, why had his Dad made them all suffer like this? But he knew the answer to that. His Dad had felt that this was personal for them and no matter what Patience could have done to help them, he wouldn't want any one else in their fight. Sometimes, actually most of the time, he didn't understand his father's thinking. He couldn't save his Dad, but maybe Patience could help him save Dean. Sam could at least ask her, but he couldn't let Dean know, because he was still on his whole 'let me die and don't try to help me' selfish stage.
Dean followed Patience down the hall. How could his Dad have left out Patience in all his teaching? You would think that if she was so powerful and he used her to help him with what he called the most dangerous hunts, that he would have let them in on the little secret. They could have used her plenty of times. Now with Dad dead, they could have used her plenty of times. Like when Sammy had gone missing. Maybe he could have found her sooner and he wouldn't have had to go through the anguish of trying to find Sammy and then watching him die. Maybe she would be able to help him out of his deal with to save Sam, but he couldn't and wouldn't risk it. If he tried to widdle out of his deal, Sam would die and he would have no reason to live. Sam was his reason to live, it was his job to protect him. Hence why he sold his soul for him, it was his fault that Sammy had died that night, and he refused to let Sam pay the price for his mistake. He should have gone into the diner with Sammy. He never should have let him out of his sight.
Patience pulled both boys out of their thoughts when she stopped by the door on the right. "This one's your room. There's only the double bed but I'm sure you won't mind sharing." She stiffled a laugh.
"Just don't steal the covers, Sammy, or you're dead," Dean said as he threw the duffle bag on the floor next to the bed. He took his jacket off and laid it on the chair by the desk. Sammy followed into the room and set his laptop on the desk, opening it.
"What did you say the name of the demon was?" He asked.
"Xanador, but you're not going to find anything on him. He only gets his chance to kill ten witches every hundred thousand years, but you're welcome to look," She said. "My room's right across the hall if you need anything," Patience said as she closed the door behind her.
Patience opened the door to her room where she often stayed when they were on a case. She felt a little sad knowing that John hadn't told the boys about her. John had always made her feel like his daughter, but apparently not if he had said nothing to his real children about her. When news had travelled to her about John's death, Patience had been devestated. She knew about John's wife and how she'd died, not because he told her but because she had asked someone else. At first Patience had been mad about John not asking her for help, and for giving his life up for his son. Now that she met Dean, she completely understood. Not that she wanted to, but she liked him, not just him but Sam too. She was also upset that she hadn't had a vision about it, if she had, maybe she could have saved all of them. Patience sighed as she pulled of her shirt and reached into the dresser where she kept extra clothing. As she changed, she heard a knock on the door.
Okay so hope you like that it's longer... I've been thinking about putting up a chapter of a book that I'm trying to finish and get published, tell me if you would like that and then you could tell me if you think that it is worth finishing and trying to get published. If you don't want me to that's fine, don't want to make you do something you don't want to. Read and review... Love you all and thanks for reading... Oh and tell me what you think of Patience... I like to know those kinds of things.