All Over Again

Demons don't like Sammy

Hope you like the chapter! Hugs- Isabel

 We appear in an abandoned and  wrecked up house.

"Here we are.... My life on the lam. How the mighty have fallen. Single-pane glass, used contraception in the fireplace. The water damage alone..." Crowley went on. I get too annoyed and interrupt him.

"My hearts bleeding for you. Now, how do you know about the rings?" I insist.

"Well, now.... I've been keeping a close eye on you lot." He says, winking at me like earlier. It made me sick to my stomach.

"We got hex bags. We're hidden from demons." Sam says what I'm thinking.

"All but one. That night you broke into my house, out first date, my valet hid a tracking device in your car. A magical coin that easily trumps you little bag o'bones. It allows me to hear things too.."

He smiles. "And, my, the things I've heard." He starts laughing, I shake my head and roll my eyes.

"So you want to cram the devil back in the box? Cunning scheme. I want in." He finally says getting to the point.

Dean starts to get frustrated by this whole things, just like me. "You said you could get us pestilence." He says irritation in his voice.

"Well, now... I don't know where pestilence is... Per Se. But I do know the demon who does."

I sigh, I knew there was more.

"He's what you might call the horsemen's stable boy. He handle their itineraries, their personal needs. He's who you want... Believe me. He'll tell us where Sneezy's at." He finishes.

"Well, how do we get him to spill?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, what are we gonna do? Rip out his toenails?" I say, not sure why that specific idea popped into my head.

Crowley sighs and looks back at us like we're little kids. "No. Nuts at his pay grade don't crack. We bring him here, then I sell him."

"Sell him?" Sam asks, all of us beyond confused.

"Please. I've sold sin to saints for centuries. Think I can't close one little demon?

I sigh, he's right. He is probably the only person.... no, demon who can make a deal with almost anyone. "All right." I say. "So where's this demon of yours?"

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"Why are we even listening to him, Dean, Isabel? This is totally insane." Sam says. I look at him and shrug.

"I don't disagree." Is all Dean says.

"One big happy family, are we, then? Fantastic." Crowley says. I had to admit, the guy did have a good scense of humor, but that was the only thing I could really say.

"You ready to go?" Dean asks.

"Yes. Yes I am. Sam, keep the home fires burning." Crowley says. The three of us look at eachother.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, gulping.

"Sam's not coming." He says, Dean and I share a look.

"And why the hell not?" Sam asks angry.

"Becuase I don't like you... I don't trust you... and. oh yeah, you keep trying to kill me!" Crowley yells and then calms down as if nothing happened.

"There's no damn way. Why them? This isn't gonna happen!" Sam yells. I try taking in deep breaths.

"I'm not asking you, am I? Anyhow, Dean is not you, and I need to keep an eye on my prize." He says looking at me. I get a shiver down my back.

"I'm asking you." He points to Dean. "What's it gonna be?"

Sam and Dean have one of their conversations with their eyes that they have sometimes. I shake my head. This is insane. Insane and stupid.

"Sorry, Sammy....." Dean says. He grabs my hand and drags me with him to Crowley. I give him a sad look right before we go on 'Demon Transportation' . I sigh, this is going to be fun.....