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"I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face."
Their plan backfired, like usual.
Sam, Dean, and Eden were standing in an office with Crowley, a short demon with a clean-shaven round face and short frame.
"Why should we take orders from a bitchy Mickey Mouse?" Eden replied, her arms crossed on her chest.
"Oh no, darling, 'm not talking about you. I'm talking about these two handsome devils." Crowley shrugged.
"Speaking of which, why exactly would you want the devil dead?" Dean asked.
"It's called survival. Well, I forgot you two at best are functioning morons--"
"You're functioning...morons..." Dean retorted, his voice failing confidence.
"Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're just filthy bags of pus. If that's the way he feels about you, what can he think about us? To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So, help me, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?" Crowley offered.
"Those were a lotta words there, buddy." Eden sighed.
"You're a lot better with your mouth shut, did you know?" Crowley remarked. He held out the Colt, handle first, and wiggled it. He was impatient. Sam took it and huffed and Crowley spoke once more, "Now, you'll need a location. Thursday, birdies tell me, there's an appointment in Carthage, Missouri. Kill your bloody hearts out."
A box flew at Eden, who caught it as he vanished.
"He's got a fucking cool accent." The girl stated.
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"CASTIEL!" The girl grinned, hugging the angel. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her waist, patting her back as he returned the gesture. Eden smiled at the awkwardness. She released herself from his grip and leaned down to hug Bobby. "Heya, Bobby."
She turned to look at Ellen and Jo. Unsure of whether she could hug Jo or not, she remained by Cas' side.
Jo rolled her eyes, "I don't know what my mom said, but you can come here."
