Saving Heaven: A SUPERNATURAL Fan Fiction

Chapter Seven:

Warnings: Swearing, Gore, partial nudity, alcohol, excessive eating.

Chapter seven.

It was maybe the fifth or sixth group Crowley had seen (I don't know, it's hard to count with all the screaming and all the 'who has a bigger dick' contests), so I decided to zone out for a little while. Crowley had effortlessly moved me to my own throne about, I don't know, ten minutes ago. So now I was just lightly swaying my limbs reclining sideways.

I went over what Anna had said about being 'Assigned' to me, to 'Watch me'. As far as I had been told we met at school in social biology and had instantly clicked. That's what I was told. I don't think I had attempted suicide, I had never thought that and I don't know why when Castiel was holding me I linked my new condition to being some sort of proof that I didn't attempt to take my life.

Castiel... could he read me down here? I didn't get an answer. I like Dean and kissing him was amazing but Cas was cut from something else... I hope I'm not attracted to him simply because of the mind thing, I mean there was heat when I was with him and he did feed me at my worst, I don't see why I couldn't like him.

Oh, someone's head just exploded.

I looked at the King of Hell, upside-down and shrugging he clicked his fingers and all the mess was gone. I remember that advertisement with the old Asian dude what was it... oh yeah "Spray and walk away." More like click and exploded brains are gone.

"Are you having fun love?" Crowley looked to me well my cleavage rather.

"I've honestly never been more bored." He frowned brow creasing, "that isn't entirely true... I'm sure I've been more bored, I just can't remember." I shrugged and readjusted my position, sitting in the chair the way you were meant to.

"New body, new attitude, I think I like the whisky sculling, blushing, modest female better."

"Oh poor King of Hell not liking the sarcastic bitch he kidnapped." I pouted not letting him see how hurt I was.

"Oh, I like her just fine I just don't think you like her." He tipped his head towards me, He had a point.

"Why am I here anyway?" I snapped. Growing tired of all the flirting and exploding heads was an understatement.

"You see love, as the leader of Hell I know what your first trial is." He said casually his gruff voice and English accent, still made him sound cocky though.

"Ok, so you are the King of Hell and that's how you know about the trail, if what you're saying is true then there must be a leader of Heaven and of Earth that have the next trials."

"Correct, I may have taken your brains for granted." He looked into his drink.

"Well then how do I figure out what the rest of them are? I can't just waltz up to Obama and ask what my next trial is, or the Chinese prime minister for that matter."

He laughed, "Li Keqiang only has a few years left anyway." What? "Really," he went on, "more interested in finding out what the other trials are rather than solving the first one, my, my, aren't you confident."

"Listen Kingie I could give a rats butt about doing the trials, how am I meant to track down God?"

"Oh love, where have you been?" He shook his head, knowing something I didn't.

Another suited person appeared in front of the King, a woman this time. I crossed my arms and stared at a wall, sulking that I had been interrupted. Wait a second.

"You're that flight attendant." Crowley rubbed his temples.

"Excuse her, she's new." I went back to sulking.