One Of The Winchesters

Chapter 14

Cas was gone and Sam and Dean still haven't returned. I've been just reading The Da Vinci Code novel for like the past six hours or something like that. It's a great novel but I need to stop reading. I can't read for more than six hours straight. I stood up and put my blade in my jacket pocket. I grabbed a water bottle and went outside. A few minutes outside then I'll go back in. I took a sip of my water. I need to get out. As in go on cases with Sam and Dean. Yeah I may not be old enough to act as FBI or anything like that but I would still like to come and help. I've been training my ass off and I get nothing besides research and everyone making sure I'm alright. Of course I am. I've practically taken care of myself my whole life. I didn't have anyone to cry to really so I'm used to most things anyways. I'm fine. At least I believe I'm fine.

"Hello darling." I turned to my right and it was Crowley. I dropped my water bottle and pulled out my blade.

"Crowley, what are you doing here?" I asked. He looked at my blade.

"I don't want to hurt you; not yet at least." He smiled. I stared at him, "come on. You don't have a chance against me anyways. Just put the blade away." He said and I sadly have to admit but he's right.

"Not yet?" I questioned.

"Not yet. I promise." He said. I placed my blade back into my jacket.

"Ok, what are you doing here?"

"How did it go at the bar last night? Meet anyone interesting?" He had a smug face on.

"Shut your pie hole. I know you sent him after me."

"Or did I?" He stepped closer to me, "I know I'm the King of Hell but that doesn't mean I sent him after you."

"Then who did?" I asked.

"That's why I came here." He said.

"What?!"

"I never sent anyone after you. I personally wanted you to have as much training and strength for Armageddon. Someone else is slipping right passed me and I would like help." He said. I chuckled.

"You're kidding right?! You killed me! How, in holy hell, did you ever think that I would help you?!" Crowley snapped his fingers and three demons popped up.

"I think you know why you are going to help me." He said. I grabbed my blade.

"No way Crowley." I said.

"Well, you are alone. At least of what I can tell. No Moose or Squirrel. No Castiel or anyone. So your choice. You fight to go to hell again, or I'll let you be if you help me. What'll it be?" He wondered.

I stayed quiet because I honestly don't know. But lately he's been really pissing me off. I rather take the fight. Crowley looked at one of the demons. The demon attacked me. I know I'm a better hunter now and if I can't kill Crowley now then I'll kill anything that is close enough. That's what I did. I killed the first demon. Crowley sent the next two after me.

"I rather not do this to you darling but you are being stubborn. I guess that is how all teenagers are nowadays." Oh that son of a bitch! I stabbed one of the demons and took my blade out. I punched the other and it fell to the ground. I stabbed it and pulled my blade out.

"You son of a bitch." I walked up to him.

"What? I gave you a choice?"

"Before you said that you weren't sending demons after me and now you are?" I questioned.

"You were being stubborn. I had to test you also." He said. I started to head back inside and he followed, "I just want to find out who is sending these demons and then I'll leave you alone." I looked at him.

"Still no. Go figure it out yourself." I stopped when I got to the door.

"How much I only wish to know all the secrets you hold against me." He started to get angry.

"Go to hell Crowley." I told him. He stood next me.

"Been there; done that." He said with a smile. I opened the door and walked inside the same time Crowley did.

What. The. Hell.

"Holy hell." I said.

"This isn't hell. We are either against a trickster or in and alternative universe."