Damaged

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Nerve

     Making back to Bobby's was kind of a relief, a place where we could feel somewhat safe. We explained everything that happened with Pestilence, and left out the cryptic message he left us with. But I felt we were going to get onto the topic. Dean was leaning on Bobby's desk, playing with Pestilence's ring.

"Well, it's nice to actually score a home run. For once, ain't it?" Bobby was trying to look on the bright side of things. Dean threw the ring further onto the desk, as their faces held worry, which quickly piqued Bobby's interest. "What?" He asks, flicking his gaze between the boys.

"Last thing Pestilence said. 'It's too late'," Sam quotes that of Pestilence.

"He get specific?" Bobby replies, finding that message also cryptic.

"No," Sam states, shaking his head with the answer.

"We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere," Dean was worried that there was a huge bomb packed full of disease. "So please tell us you have actual good news," Bobby remained silent for a moment, and I just felt the bad news was inbound.

"Chicago's about to be wiped off the map," there's the bad news I was waiting for. "Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die," Bobby was of course concerned on the matter.

"Only Three?" I state, as in the grand-scheme of it all, it didn't seem like a big number. Bobby gave me this 'really' look, as Dean and Sam twisted their heads over their shoulders to also give me a look. "Oh no, three! We need to save everyone," my voice was filled with sarcasm, while my eyes rolled. Their hero complex was up there, top-notch.

"I don't understand your definition of good news," Cas states, being the adorable Angel that he is, still trying to figure out sarcasm.

"Well. Death, the Horseman – He's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kicks-starts this storm, get his ring back –"

"Yeah, you make it sound so easy," Dean was now being sarcastic as he cuts off Bobby.

"Hell, I'm just trying to put a spin on it," Bobby retorted.

"Well..." Sam began, his eyes flicking between his brother and Bobby. "Bobby, h-how'd you put all this together, anyways?" Sam questioned, as Bobby was good, but pulling this all together, finding Death wasn't an easy task.

"I had, you know... Help," he didn;t seem too forward in giving us the straight answer. Suddenly, I got a very dark feeling, and I already knew who it belonged to. My favorite Brit. Just then, a glass plonks down onto wood, making us all twist our heads to look into the kitchen. Seeing the one and only Crowley.

"Don't be so modest... I barely helped at all," Crowley states, walking forward with a glass in his hand. "Hello boys... Abigael," his eyes flicked between everyone then me. "Pleasure, et cetera," Crowley stopped beside me. He lifts up the glass to smell the cheap whiskey within. He quickly holds out the glass for me to take, as if I was his maid. But I took it, and placed it down on a bookcase beside me. "Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it," once the words came out, Dean and Sam heads turned to look at Bobby with confusion and worry.

"Bobby? Tell us what?" Sam asks, staring him down. But Bobby's gaze was on that of Crowley, if looks could kill. It was a stare off of the century, it was intense.

"World's gonna end... Seems stupid to get all precious over one little... Soul," Bobby was carefree of selling his soul.

"You sold your soul?!" Dean didn't seem happy about it. But Dean sold his soul to bring Sam back. I've read the books.

"Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back," Crowley insists, but knowing him, he wouldn't willingly give it back.

"Well, then give it back!" Dean raises his voice, as he shoots his head to look at Crowley.

"I will," Crowley responds calmly.

"Now!" Dean demands.

"Did you kiss him?" Sam's question rang free into the air, as he was naturally curious about it.

"Sam!" Dean warned him, now wasn't the time to ask ridiculously questions.

"Just wondering," he responded. Both brothers' heads turned in sync to look at Bobby, both now curious with the answer he gives.

"No!" Bobby raises his voice, angeried at the fact that they would think that. Crowley clears his throat, and now has his phone free showing off to the boys. I couldn't help but to lean forward and take a gander at the phone. On it was a picture of Bobby and Crowley kissing. Bobby was disgusted by the action, but Crowley was looking directly into the camera. Enjoying the moment. "Why'd you take a picture?" Bobby was not pleased at all.

"Why do you have to use tongue?" Crowley retorted, making my mouth fall open at his response.

"Bobby you dog," I state, chuckling to myself. But he was staring down Crowley with a deadly stare. He was keeping his anger in check, but boy, he was ready to pop.

"All right. You know what? I'm sick of this," Dean quickly rose from his chair, and turned to face Crowley. "Give him his soul back now," again with the demands.

"I'm sorry. I can't,"

"Can't or won't," Dean shot back at him.

"I won't, all right? It's insurance," Crowley wanted something he could bargain for his life, when the time comes.

"What are you talking about?" Dean was confused on what Crowley was talking about.

"You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it," Crowley nodded his head over to Sam - who has issues with demons. "But you won't kill me.. As long as I have that soul in the deposit box," Crowley was bargaining Bobby's soul to extend his life. Something I would have done if I was still the same old Abigael.

"You son of a bitch," clearly Bobby didn't know about his scheme.

"I'll return it. After all this is over, and I can walk safely away. Do we all understand each other?!" Crowley raises his voice, wanting to make it totally clear to us.

"Let's see if you uphold that," I smirk at the thought.

"Don't you have a cauldron to stir," he remarks, trying to get under my skin. I arched my eyebrow up at his, not impressed with his comeback. "You trust her? I hardly believe that," his gaze flicked between the boys.

"My relationship with the Winchesters isn't any concern to you," I shot at Crowley, before either one of them could speak. "So tread very carefully around me. You're a demon and I can send you back with a single thought," I threatened Crowley, and I truly don't know why.

"Touched a nerve?" He remarks, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I just stared at him, not speaking after that. Because deep down, he did touch a nerve... 

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