Fight Til the End (15x21) - Supernatural Post-finale Fix-it

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At midnight, over the bunker war-room table, there was a peculiar medley of elements shattered around a copper bowl: flasks of thin colorful powders, bottles of thick glowy liquids and a jar of strange looking feathers. Sam and Eileen were occupied ticking items on a checklist while Dean, sitting quietly some feet apart of them, just observed.

– And here it is the last one. – declared Crowley materializing beside Dean and making him jump on his chair – Hair of a Knight of Hell. – continued him showing a red hair lock over his right palm as he moved toward Sam. – We're lucky I like to keep souvenirs.

– So, Crowley, since this is a one-time only spell and we must increase our chances of success, who do you think we should try to reach in heaven? – asked the younger Winchester glancing conspicuously at Eileen.

– Well, the natural answer would be your brother to get in touch with his angel. But as it seems they didn't part on the best of terms, maybe you should try to contact our old pal Bobby Singer.

Sam frowned and swept his gaze from Eileen, who looked just as confused as he did, to his brother. Dean seemed embarrassed and guilty and he thought extending that situation would probably only hurt him even more.

– Let's do this, then. – accepted Sam grabbing a chair.

– That's my Moose. – encouraged Crowley.

The former King of Hell took the lead and started laying the ingredients meticulously inside the bowl. By his side, Eileen kept track of each step checking Sam's notes from time to time. And even though he knew he should be paying attention, Sam couldn't take his eyes from Dean who started pacing nervously at the other end of the table.

– Ready, Moose? – asked Crowley, sizing Sam's hand and placing it above the bowl – This will sting a bit. – informed the demon opening a cut on Sam's palm with a brief slide of his fingers – Don't forget to kiss Bobby for me.

– And you keep this burning up so I can come back. – demanded Sam.

– I'll make sure of it. – ensured Eileen caressing his face fondly.

As Dean got a glimpse of a bright purple smoke rising from the copper bowl, he stopped walking. Then, fidgeting and cracking his knuckles, he watched Crowley blow the bright-colored fume in his brother's face. Sam blinked a couple of times and gradually relaxed on his chair until he was unconscious.

– How long does he have? – inquired Dean.

– All eternity. – answered Crowley snapping his fingers and extinguishing completely the smoke from the bowl.

Stunned, Dean felt his heart skip a beat. Wasting no time, with one look Crowley tossed Eilleen against the wall and then vanished for a split second. As Dean exchanged a forlorn look with her, the demon reappeared and grabbed his forearm with a nasty smile on his face.

The next second, they were in a dimly lit barn. Dean tried to turn his head to look around, but he couldn't move. Thoughts raced through his mind, as he scanned what he could see of the place around him: rough lumber walls, rusty garden tools and some moldy hay. In the end, feeling like a trapped animal, he just glared at Crowley clenching his teeth.

– Don't take it personally, Squirrel. It was only a matter of survival.

– What did you do to my brother? – raged Dean.

– Don't worry about Moose. You'll join him soon.

Before he could say anything else, Dean sensed a presence behind him and, at the exact same time, the demon facing him disappeared. Once again able to control his body, the hunter turned around, yet already knowing who he would be facing.