SYNOPSIS: There's a rebellion in Hell- And it seems to center around one unwilling king. So they summon Crowley to the bunker for some information.
TW:
SHIPS: mild destiel
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"So, Crowley...," Dean began, "What's this about a rebellion in Hell?"
"You summoned me for that?" Crowley sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot inside the Devil's trap.
Dean scraped some of the paint off of the floor with the toe of his boot- The Devil's trap had served its purpose. Crowley couldn't leave now that he knew that they knew, "Talk."
Crowley clicked his tongue, "It's just like it always is, Squirrel. Someone thinks I'm not best fit for King, they're wrong, I crush them."
Sam, who was making some coffee, spoke up, "Yeah, how's that working out?"
Crowley paled slightly, "What do you know, Moose?"
Sam ignored him, "You take sugar in your coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee. That being said- black, two sugars."
Dean polished the angel blade in his hand with his flannel, "So, if they don't think you're 'best fit' for King, then who is?"
"Some crossroads demon," Crowley said quickly.
"Uh huh. Right."
"How did you even know about this in the first place?"
Sam handed Crowley a coffee and started to say something, "Well, you see, when-"
He was interrupted by ceaseless knocking at the door. Sam made a sort of exasperated sound and turned, "Maybe I'll just show you."
Crowley knit his eyebrows and turned to Dean, who just sipped his coffee with a look on his face that was very 'I am so goddamn tired.' Sam strutted up the stairs and to the door and pulled it open unceremoniously. And there was a demon that Crowley recognized.
"What is he doing here?!" Crowley said in an almost-yell.
At the exact same time, the demon went, "What is he doing here, your highness?"
Sam just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I told you to stop calling me that."
"Uh- Of course, sire."
"Even worse."
Crowley was really ticked off at this point, "Why is Kimaris at your door?"
"I should be asking you that question! He's your demon!"
Kimaris spoke up, "No, sire, I am yours!"
Sam and Dean immediately both went, "Shut up, Kimaris!"
"He is leading the rebellion against me!"
"And apparently he's got a major man-crush on my brother!" Dean threw his hands in the air, "So who's really got it worse?"
"Why is he so set on following me?" Sam asked, "Every time I ask him, he just goes 'you're the rightful king!' but I'm pretty sure that I passed that delightful opportunity up years ago!"
"You are the rightful king, I can see that now-" Kimaris chimed in.
"Shut up, Kimaris!"
"The other demons all want to kill me, so why is this one professing his undying devotion?!" Sam finished.
Kimaris piped up again, "Oh, no, sir, there are thousands of others-"
This time Crowley joined the yelling, "Shut up, Kimaris!"
"So? Why now?" Dean frowned.
Crowley sighed, "Something is.., changing. A shift of power. Let me guess- You haven't seen dear old angel boy in weeks."
"How did you know that Cas is missing?"
"Because I'd be missing too if my moose buddy started looking that radioactive."
"What?!"
"Well, Sam's always given off a weak psychic magic and low-grade demonic energy-"
"I have?!" Sam exclaimed.
"-So faint that it's hardly noticeable. That wasn't worth the time of day. But this, this is absurd. I didn't notice at first. It's subtle. But it's more powerful than anything I can think of at the moment. He's setting off a beacon, and the weaker demons are following it like sheep-"
"Weak?" Kimaris frowned.
"-And quite frankly I am not a very big fan of this! You want followers, you bully demons into submission, they don't just grovel at your feet!"
Dean got up from the counter he was leaning on, "Apparently, now they do."
Dean went up the stairs and handed the angel blade he was holding to Sam- Dean had tried spearing one of these die-hard Sam-fans before and it was normal, meaning Dean almost died, but the Demons didn't seem to care when Sam did it.
Sam took the blade, but said, "Not on the carpet, man."
Dean clicked his tongue, "Yeah, you're right. Hate washing bloodstains out of carpets."
"What's your plan, here?" Crowley asked, "More and more will come as the beacon gets more powerful."
"Well," Dean said, "We get to the bottom of this and we stop it."
"Uh huh. I don't think you realize what's happening here."
"What's that, then?"
"As I said, the weaker ones are sheep. Followers. But the stronger ones, the ones who hate you, will probably soon become aware of the beacon, be led here. And they won't be pledging allegiance. They'll be coming to kill you both."
"...Well, shit."
Sam looked upset. Who wouldn't be? He thought he was past the boyking stuff, and yet..., "I have to leave the bunker, then, while we figure this out. Otherwise every demon in existence will know where we are."
"The bunker's warded, moose," Crowley sighed, "You leave, and you're even more of a magnet. If I were you, I'd build an army, but luckily, I'm not you, I'm me, so me says you let it be and get speared through the chest."
Dean glared, "Very helpful."
Kimaris butted in, "Well, sire, if I may, I suggest you gather all of us who will follow you-"
"Shut up, Kimaris!"
Crowley watched, "What else, though, moose? What else can you do?"
There was silence, and then Dean spoke up, "I'm calling Cas."
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Dean's hands were folded in his lap, and his eyes were closed, but he'd peek out of one eye or the other every few seconds. "Uh, Castiel, who art in Heaven, or not, I don't really know, I hereby ask thou a favor in that you haul your feathery ass down here and help us kill some demons, cause we know what's happening with Sam and we need your angelic assistance. Thanks, love you, amen and whatever."
"How many demons have come so far?" Came Cas' voice.
Dean grinned and got up, momentarily forgetting the stakes of the moment and gripping Cas in a hug. But Cas remained on-topic.
"Good to see you too. How many?"
Dean disentangled himself, "Maybe seven."
"So it's only just started."
