I grit my teeth as I placed a plate of food in front of Alice while Sam, shirtsleeves rolled up, poured wine into Cindy's glass. The Cassitys were all seated around the table, everyone with large glasses of red and plates loaded with food. Margot was pushing her food around her plate.
"Really? Keep it coming, Ken Doll," Cindy said when Sam stopped pouring.
He poured the rest of the bottle into the glass, but there wasn't much left. She gave an annoyed wave of her hand, dismissing him.
"You're the best, Ellie," Noah winked as Ellie 2.0 took his empty plate away.
"Al, I'm so sorry about Carl," Margot told her eldest sister. "I mean, he was the love of your life."
"Right," Alice nodded numbly, obviously uninterested.
"Please, she can do better," Noah scoffed.
"Maybe Alice should marry a child. Take after her father," Cindy sneered.
"Ivanka's not a child," Noah glared at his middle daughter.
"Right," Cindy nodded sarcastically. "She's a prostitute that looks like a child."
"Are you done?" Margot asked her. "Alice is in mourning."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Margie. I didn't see you there- you're too far up on your high horse," Cindy laughed as I took away her plate. "Oh, yes, but you're right- we should take a minute and say a few words about Carl. You first."
She leaned toward Margot with a smirk.
"Was he a good lay?"
"What?" Alice looked up from her untouched plate.
"Oh, you didn't know," Cindy smiled. "Yeah, Daddy caught 'em going at it in the barn."
"Al, it was before you two got together," Margot tried to defend herself. "I mean, Carl- he loved you."
"Yeah, that was back when Margie was fat and Cin was sober," Noah nodded, "a long time ago."
"Get cancer and die, old man," Cindy spat.
"You first, sweetie," Noah replied sarcastically.
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"Well, I can't remember the last time we all sat down and had a meal together," Alice said.
They were still sat around the table chatting.
"It was back at the old, crappy house, when Daddy invited that traveling salesman to dinner," Cindy supplied.
"Oh, him," Margot nodded.
"He was so charming," Alice sighed.
"What was his name- Kenny?" Noah inquired.
The three sisters tried to remember the name, sounding through it slowly.
"Crow... Crow.. Crowl... Crowl... Crowley? Crowley."
I nearly dropped the bottle of wine I was holding as I poured the red liquid into the Cassitys' glasses. As soon as I had finished, listening to the sisters talk more about the "charming" man, I hurried back into the serving area and grabbed Sam before dragging him out to talk to Dean.
"Crowley?" Dean asked.
"That's what they said," I nodded. "Apparently, he swung through town 10 years ago, to the day."
"So, what- tea and crumpets made those deals and now he's collecting?"
"Or he just sent his dog- told it to go fetch," Sam suggested. "Dude's the King of Hell. Grabbing a few souls- that's got to be below his paygrade."
"I guess," Dean nodded. "Any idea who signed the dotted line?"
"I have no clue," I shook my head. "It's brutal in there."
Dean's phone beeped, and he put it on speaker.
"Hey, Kev, what's up?" he asked.
"Hey, Dean, good news, uh, I think... kind of."
"Don't oversell it," Dean replied sarcastically.
"Sorry," Kevin apologized. "Um, I found something on the tablet, uh, about hellhounds. Uh, this mean anything to you- 'the dire creatures may only be seen by the damned or through an object scorched with holy fire'?"
"Like with holy oil?" Sam inquired.
"It's got to be," Dean nodded. "We could use a window."
"Or glasses," Kevin suggested.
"I think we still got some Jesus juice left in the trunk," Dean said. "All right, I'll take care of the, uh, X-ray specs. You two stay here. Do not let J.R. and the gang out of your sight, all right?"
"Right," Sam nodded, leaning into the phone. "Hey, Kevin, uh, you did great, man. Get some sleep."
"Okay. Tha-"
The rest of Kevin's statement was cut off as Dean flipped his phone shut. We split up, Sam and I heading back inside while Dean went off in the direction of the barn.
"Oh, look," Cindy said, nodding out the window where Noah and Margot were armed and walking outside. "Daddy's drunk and armed. Must be Christmas."
"Stay here," Sam shot at me as he hurried out after them.
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Noah, Cindy and Alice sat in the living room in shock. While Sam was out with Noah and Margot, a hellhound had killed the youngest Cassity. I stood in the doorway watching the trio as Sam and Dean came into the room.
"What was that thing?" Noah demanded.
"It was a hellhound," Dean replied. "See, when you sell your soul to a demon, they're the ones that come and rip it out of you."
"Demon?" Alice inquired curiously.
"Crowley. Poncey guy, about yea big," Dean gestured with his hand, "mountain of dicks. We know he was here 10 years ago, making dreams come true. Now, if you didn't sign, great. That freak out there won't touch you. But if you did, we need to know, and we need to know now. So, hands up."
We looked around at the trio, waiting for one of them to fess up.
"So, wait," Noah said. "T-the British guy was a demon, and now there's a hellhound after us? A-are you insane?"
"They're obviously insane," Cindy scoffed.
"Look, bitch. Don't play dumb," I snarled, fed up with her antics. "We know it was one of you."
"Yeah, I'm not playing," she snapped back at me. "I didn't sell my damn soul!"
"Well, somebody did, and the sooner the idiot owns up to it, the sooner the rest of you can go."
Cindy and Alice looked around, none of them saying anything.
"Alright, seal 'em in," Dean said.
"Yeah," Sam agreed.
"What?!" Alice cried.
"Look, I'm gonna spread goofer dust around the doors, the windows. That will keep the hellhound out... for a while."
"What is that- how long?" Noah demanded.
"Long enough for me to stab it in its throat," Dean replied.
"No way. No way. You can't do this. You can't-"
"Yes, I can. You want to know why? Because it's what I do. And, buddy, I'm the best. See, I gut old yeller out there, and maybe- just maybe- you walk away. I don't- you're meat. So, sit down," my husband pointed a gun at Noah, "shut up, and put these on."
He held up a pair of handcuffs for them to see.
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Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}
Fanfiction-BOOK 3 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ Sacrifices must be made. Castiel has declared himself God, Ellie has a new child to worry about, and there's a whole new set of monster problems she and the Winchesters must deal with. As they do, the lin...
