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This Old Basilica [Rated R for Cussing]

Down in the city, there is a loud crash. Followed by several bangs. And they're coming from the Vatican. From inside St. Peter's Basilica to be exact.

Sawyer is inside the massive cathedral, hard at work--for once. The top of his leaf suit lowered as he, dripping sweat, toiled away in the church. Having discovered a set of iron tools in one of the museums, he is busy making some not-so-subtle renovations to what had been--before it was stolen--the seat of the Catholic church and the home of the pope. The heavy pews are no longer anchored down and have been moved against one wall. Some will be nailed together to form beds, while others will be ripped apart and used to cover the stained-glass windows.

All the candles in the basilica have been collected and lay on the altar waiting to be sorted. All the gold and silver in St. Peter's--including most of the candelabras--have been tossed into two separate piles to be melted down and made into bullets. They'll eventually be joined by some of the iron, steel, and bronze in the museums. Only the tools and weapons that are useful as is will be left.

If anyone were to help him, he'd probably be a prick about it, but still appreciate it nonetheless.

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Dean is definitely in no mood to deal with Sawyer. So, as Murphy's Law dictates, he runs into him. He's still steamed from the whole arguing with Sam thing, so he's going to be in a pissy mood for a while. He'll get over it, but for right now, he's going to act like he's four, and pout.

... He is worried about Sam's brain, though, and even though it goes against pretty much ever code ever, he's decided to go hang out in the Vatican. Maybe it was for peace of mind, maybe it was because he needed somewhere to relax. Maybe Cas will hear him and come rescue them.

Hah, sure. Keep dreaming, Dean.

His expression is totally exasperated when he sees what Sawyer is doing, and he glances at Bella before answering.

"It's supposed to be a holy place, but I guess Blondie missed that memo." Dean drawls.

"Hey!" Sawyer said, pointing at Dean with the rather large axe that he's holding. "You wanna pray Your Holiness, be my guest. But the next time somethin' on this colon cruise decides to have a little white meat for dinner, we'll see what takes care of 'em first. Your prayers or my big-ass fortress."

"Holy place," Bella observes. "Is this like... caern? Wellspring for the spirits? I do not know your words." She snorts a little in frustration.

"You have a weapon?" Oho, this is relevant to her interests. "Where did you find that?"

Dean scowls at Sawyer. "Didn't come here to pray. It's not even the real Vatican, so wouldn't count anyways."

He glances at Bella. "Yeah, something like that. You got gods? This is for all us humans to pray to one of 'em."

Dean's not interested in the axe. Dean has a gun. He's happy.

"Good, then how 'bout ya shut up and lend a hand," Sawyer said gruffly to Dean.

He then looked at the wolf--the little bitch that had chased him through the city earlier. He wasn't scared no more. He had an axe!

"Got it in the museum. Why? You want one, Lassie?" he asked her.

"Mother Gaia created us all," Bella replies simply to the gods question. "Great Fenris is patron spirit of my tribe, also. This place is not much like a Garou caern, I do not... feel it." The air is wrong. There's no sense of being near the Umbra, if Stacy even has an Umbra.

"Yes. But I do not know what "Lassie" is," she tells Sawyer. "Were any of them silver?"

Dean's tired of explaining references, so he ignores the Lassie comment and shrugs. "I don't feel it either. I'm not one of those people."

Meaning he's not a big believer in any of this. Funny, considering he has actual proof. Dean glances over at Sawyer, though, and honestly, he could use something to do with his hands.

"You owe me booze." Dean replies, making sure his gun is securely in place before heading over to help Sawyer with whatever he's doing. "What do you need me to do?"

Sawyer scowls at the wolf. "Silver? What the hell I look like, Tiffany's? This ain't no damn jewelry store. Ya wanna silver axe, go look for one."

Bending over, Sawyer grabbed another iron axe and hands it to Dean. Start bustin' off the other end o' this pew," he said. "You do know how to use axe, right, Ace?"

Bella pads over to another iron axe, giving it a good sniff. It smells... metallic. Old. Cold, dead, and with a touch of rust. She ignores the two men as she examines it. This is a weapon, a two-legs weapon that she understands. Not like a gun.

Bella offers no warning or explanation, shifting upwards into Crinos form. She picks up the axe in one massive clawed hand, hefting it and feeling its weight. "Not silver. But it is a weapon."

"I know how to use an axe, jackass." Dean grumbles, taking the axe from Sawyer and getting to work. Of course, when Bella speaks, he looks up out of habit, and blinks.

Then cusses loudly.

"Jesus Christ, the hell? Did the steroids suddenly kick in or something?"

Sawyer follows Dean's gaze and jumps back. He's seen it before, but it doesn't mean that it's still not freaky as hell. Even more so now that it has an axe, too.

"Oh, HELL no!" he shouted. "You wanna turn into the Bigfoot-Wolfbeast from hell, go right ahead. But you do not get an axe!"

Bella looks over, not putting the axe down. "This is war form. Crinos. The one with chinfur has seen it. I do no hurt to you." She turns to Sawyer in particular, and here adds a little threat with wrinkled muzzle. "Make me," she says, then gives the axe a slow, experimental swing. It seems very small in the hands of a giant wolfbeast. Really, Bella's more comfortable with her claws. But Sawyer wants it back so apparently it has some value, so she is obligated to keep it just to assert her dominance.

Dean's a bit speechless. He's seen werewolves, but his type of werewolves were just humans with abnormally pointy teeth. They didn't have fur or anything like that. So of course, he's a bit stunned.

Not scared, because he's dealt with enough supernatural shit to be able to handle what's thrown at him, but still. Giant, nine foot talking werewolf with an axe?

"Dude, if you don't want random people trying to shoot the crap outta you, I'd suggest putting the axe down and not being tall as fuck." Dean says calmly, staring up at Bella.

The axe really is too small. It could be improved if it were dedicated, but Bella doesn't know how bonding an item to be appropriate for each form is done. She again wishes One-Crow were here, he could fix that.

But it will do until Bella can find a real battle axe. That would be incredibly nice to have in Crinos, a proper Get of Fenris sort of weapon. Not just her claws, though those are deadly in their own right.

"Chief-rhya did not shoot me," she says reasonably, voice low and rumbling due to being huej. "Many others saw One-Leaf-Ear and myself in war form shortly after we woke. And if a fuck is this large, I like being as tall as it." She seems very smug.

"I don't care what Elmer did or didn't do," Sawyer said, stepping forward. He was feeling more brave that he had an axe. Granted, she did, too. "We ain't a war...yet. So, unless you wanna start one, I suggest you get back down on all fours."

Bella laughs. It's a really weird sound coming from a werewolf and it's creepy to watch, but that's clearly what she's doing.

"War? You would suggest war with Garou?" She shakes her head, chuckling. "Brave, human. But very stupid."

"Hey, hey, no wars," Dean jumps in, axe resting on his shoulder. Definitely no wars. "Cut it out with the fighting. I know you both feel all macho with the damn axes, but it's getting us nowhere."

If Dean sounds irritated, it's because he really can't go anywhere without fights breaking out, and he's sick of it.

"Damn, I need a drink," Dean grumbles to himself, rubbing his forehead.

"Work first, booze later," Sawyer ordered, finally stepping back away from the giant wolf. "And you--" He pointed at Bella. "--stay over there," he said, gesturing to an area on the far side of the basilica.

"And no peein' on anything."

"He said war first," Bella grumbles, but she takes the axe in her teeth and starts wandering the basilica, ambling on all fours. It's interesting in here, the floors are oh so very shiny and the ceiling is oh so very high up. She sets the axe down and rears up near a wall to more closely inspect a carving, sniffing it critically, before getting down and picking the axe up again. Sawyer and Dean probably have a few minutes of peace before she gets bored and works her way back around.

Jeeze, it's like working with children.

Dean gives a sigh, and goes back to work on whatever it is Sawyer's having him do. It'll get him booze, and man, that sounds so good right now. After arguing with Sam, getting his ass handed to him by a girl half a foot shorter than him, and having to deal with Sawyer, he's ready for a nice long nap.

Which is something he will never ever get, apparently.

A few hours later, Sawyer was drenched in sweat as he wandered over to the altar to take a much needed break. He dropped his axe in the middle of what used to be the aisle and glanced back at the sizable stack of long planks that he and Dean had been able to create out of some of the pews.

"Whew!" he said, hoisting himself up onto the altar and reached behind the stand that held a massive copy of the Holy Bible to retrieve a large bottle of bourbon.

"Break time," he said with sense of accomplishment.

Bella returns from some far flung corner of the Vatican where she has been doing some poking around, the axe still in her mouth. She's reverted down to Hispo form, now more a very large wolf than anything else. She wanders over to investigate.

"I have explored this human caern," she says, sitting down and placing the axe at her feet. "I do not understand it. There is no way to the Umbra. There are no guardians. There is no bawn. It does not even seem to have a heart." She's rather disappointed. She was hoping to see some really strange human things. She doesn't necessarily approve of really strange human things, but they're interesting and occasionally good for letting anger out on.

"What have you done?" she asks the men, curious. All this activity with the axes, beyond the fact that they're weapons, has gone mostly over her head.

Dean doesn't bother climbing up on the altar, he just flops down where he is. He's feeling that same accomplishment, and he's feeling a lot better than earlier, having had something to keep his hands busy. With a sigh, he leans back on his hands, and watches as Bella comes over.

"I dunno what an Umbra is, or a bawn. Humans do religion differently, I guess." Dean replies, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. When he opens them again, he sees Sawyer with the bottle, and frowns.

"Hey. Gimme." Dean says, making a grabby-hand at Sawyer and the bottle. He'll let Sawyer answer the question about what they're doing, since he has no idea, really.

"Bustin' up planks of wood so we can cover the windows. In case we get attacked like everybody else on this damn boat already did," Sawyer explains. He twists the cap off the bottle and takes a big swig before handing the bottle the Dean.

"Now we just gotta figure out how we gettin' the damn things up there," he thinks aloud. Then, an idea hits him and he looks over at Bella.

"Hey, Lassie. How much can you lift?"

"Umbra. Spirit world. It is not so hard to understand," Bella explains to Dean.

She looks at the planks, then the windows, then at Sawyer. "My name," she says coolly, "Is Bella."

This Old Basilica [Rated R for Cussing]

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