Turned out Bobby knew a Dr. Eleanor Visyak who taught Medieval Studies at S.F.U., so while Sam stayed and continued trying to figure out where the dragons might be holed up, Dean and I took a field trip. When we arrived, she wouldn't stop staring at me.
"I can't believe this... The Ecclesia, in my home."
"Oh, God... you know about that?"
"My dear, you're a legend."
As if to prove her point, Dr. Visyak walked over and opened a cabinet. Inside was what could only be described as a shrine, much like the ones some people built to the Virgin Mary, but instead of Mary, it was my face staring back at me.
"Okay... That's not creepy at all."
Dean and I were both staring at the shrine, dumbstruck, and I subconsciously brought one of my hands up to rest on my stomach.
"So," she turned back, eyes glittering as she stared at me. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, uh," I glanced at Dean. "We need to know how to kill a dragon."
"A dragon?"
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "One just flew in stateside."
"Are you sure?"
"Fits the lore to a tee," I confirmed.
"Oh my... We should probably sit down."
She gestured to a lounge area and Dean and I moved to the couch while she took one of the armchairs across from us.
"Well, you need a blade," Eleanor began.
"Uh... okay. What kind of blade?"
"One forged with dragon's blood."
"So you need one to kill one, but you got to kill one to make one," Dean said. "How does that work out?"
"Well, there aren't many dragon swords around anymore. Five or six, tops, worldwide. I mean, there's the sword of St. George, and, of course, there's Excalibur. And there's-"
"You know a lot about this stuff, don't you?" I interrupted.
"Well, I sure as hell better," Eleanor scoffed. "I have one in the basement."
"You have one," Dean repeated.
"Finding it took two decades, countless hours, and some really bad sex with an Eastern ambassador, but, yeah."
She led us to the basement and opened a door to reveal a sword embedded in a boulder.
"That is not real," Dean shook his head. "Is that real? Is it Excalibur?"
"No," the doctor shook her head. "This... is the Sword of Brunswick. Love of my life."
"So, uh, what's with the cement shoe?"
"You know, binding sword to stone used to be all the rage. To protect them."
"Alright, well, how do we get this puppy out?"
Eleanor laughed, looking over at Dean.
"Well, come on. You know this one. We need a brave knight who's willing to step up and kill the beast."
I snorted and Dean gave me a look.
"Right. Alright, well, I'll, uh, give it a whirl. Do you mind?"
"Oh," Dr. Visyak gestured to the boulder with one hand.
I hid my smile behind my hand as Dean approached the sword and made a first attempt at pulling it out. However, he ended up falling back on his butt and the sword remained in its place. I didn't even bother hiding my laugh.
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She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}
Fanfiction-BOOK 2 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ It's been four months since Dean went to Hell, and they've all taken it pretty hard. However, when Ellie hears her angel's voice in her head for the first time since the attack, it starts a chain of event...
