Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Six - The Start of the End

Sam and Dean went to pick up Kevin from where we stashed him before, I'm waiting at the bunker for them to come back with the little Prophet; we'll get him safely tucked in here before meeting with Crowley; just as I hear the Impala approaching, I slowly climb the stairs and open the door to find Kevin there, bunker key in hand.

"You guys?" Kevin says, "you're doing the right thing." I put a hand on his shoulder which makes him jump a little, "I hope so kid, we'll be back before you know it."

We leave then making our way to Sioux Falls then on to dad's place, I haven't been back there in so long, the piles of old cars are still standing; just as what's left of the burnt-up house is still there looking older and more forlorn than normal. I don't know why I didn't question the fact that we're meeting here, all I know is that I wanted to get this damn thing over with once and for all.

"Hello boys," a voice greets us, "and lady."

"Bite me," I mutter and he smirks, "maybe later. What's that old expression? Success has many fathers; failure is a Winchester. Where's the stone?"

"You show us yours," Dean says, "and we'll show you ours."

"Really Dean?" he looks at me, "with your wife right there? I'm trying to conduct a professional negotiation here, and you want to talk dangly bits?" Sam starts to pull the tablet from the inside of his coat, "whoa, whoa, whoa, slowly now. There she is."

Crowley opens his jacket, sitting in the inside pocket is the Angel tablet, at least it looks like it.

"The contract?" Dean inquires.

We watch him pull a scroll out of another pocket, the damn thing unrolls all the way out and reaches us, it's about a good ten feet or so, God what kind of hidden crap could be in there? Dean stares at it then says the same thing I'm thinking about, "the highlights – we swap tablets, you stand down from the trials forever."

"You stop killing everyone we've ever saved," Sam clarifies, and he nods, "agreed."

Dean reaches into the inside of his jacket for a pen uncaps it forcing Crowley to yank the scroll back just out of Dean's reach.

"Unh-unh-unh," he says, "nice try squirrel; mouse is doing these trials; she signs."

Crowley's eyes find mine and I step forward reaching for the pen when Dean puts an arm out to stop me.

"No, no, she's not signing anything until I read the fine print."

Sighing loudly, I rip the pen from his grip and approach the scroll muttering, "I can read just fine."

"Hey, I'm here for you as is Sam but I'll be damned if I'm gonna let him screw us even more."

"What's this?" Crowley asks looking from Dean to me, "trouble in paradise?"

Regardless of what I said Dean is searching the scroll, looking for any and all hidden agendas or deals within it; it's been a while and he's within arm's length of Crowley now. I'm standing with my arms crossed pen still in hand, Sam has a hand on my shoulder.

"You're gonna move your lips the whole way up here, aren't you?" he asks Dean, "you know why I always defeat you? It's your humanity, it's a built-in handicap. You always put emotion ahead of good, old-fashioned common sense. Let's have the small fry sing now, shall we?"

Just as he finished his sentence Dean moves forward slapping a pair of cuffs in place one onto the demon and the other onto himself; where did they get those? Are they from the dungeon we found a while ago? Either way it works even when Crowley tries to zap himself out of them, he realizes then that he's in deep shit for once.