A Little Wicked: A Supernatural Story

I'm Headed Straight for the Castle

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You and Dean return to the bunker to find that Sam and Rowena are still hitting the books for information on the lance. Sam looks up as you both descend the stairs into the map room.

"Uh, obviously, things didn't go smoothly, but was it worth it?" He asks as you walk into the library with Dean following a little behind.

"I think I got myself permanently banned from Spike's. I mean, a good bar fight is worth it, but this time we came home with a trophy." Dean steps around you and lays the lance on the table before everyone.

"So, this should kill Asmodeus? It looks a tad weak." Rowena inquires as she touches the staff. "I take that back, it subtly carries immense power." Her eyes glow a bright purple.

"So the rumor is true. You found the lance?" Crowley's voice comes from behind you as he peaks over your shoulder.

You look over your shoulder. "How did you hear so fast?" you question as you watch Crowley walk to the side of the table.

He eyes the lance but doesn't attempt to touch it. "I have eyes everywhere, and news of Spike's getting epically trashed by a witch and a hunter moves like a wildfire."

"Now all we need to know is how to use it on Asmodeus?" You say as you pick up the lance and twirl it around in your fingers.

"It seems we've had it all along, dear." Rowena replies as she picks up a large book. "There seems to be a spell in your Grimoire already that uses the Lance of Michael. I'm surprised you don't remember it." She questions oddly.

"I don't seem to recall that one. But it has been several decades since I've used my Grimoire. The Men of Letters took it upon themselves to liberate it from me for their own worthy causes." You sneer.

Rowena looks around the ceiling of the bunker. "Your spell wards the bunker, isn't it?" She queries.

"Wait, was your book here the entire time?" Sam questions starting to understand the implication.

Dean is a little quicker on the uptake. "Did you know it was in the bunker before we brought you here?" He asks, doubt thick in his voice.

"Oh, she most certainly did." a smooth southern accent comes from the map room behind all of you.

All of you turn to look at the figure dressed in all-white. Dean notices you are still holding the lance and quickly moves to your side.

"And who the hell are you, besides a cheap Colonel Sanders knockoff?" Crowley arrogantly asks.

"I apologize for my lack of manners. You may call me, Asmodeus." He gives a charming yet wicked smile. "But that's nothing new to a few of you, now is it, darling?"

Rowena smiles broadly as she clutches her chest. "It's been a few centuries, but I could never forget that voice."

"Mmm, that was a night to remember, wasn't it? I never did thank you for giving me my greatest gift." Asmodeus swoons back.

Crowley's head snaps to look at Rowena. "Really, mother? You slept with a bloody Prince of Hell!"

Rowena looks at Crowley with large eyes and coyly replies. "I..I...I didn't know, I swear. That accent is just so delectable; how could anyone resist."

Dean looks at you, standing quietly next to him. "Is he your father, Freya?" There is uncertainty in his voice as the pieces start to fall into place in his head.

"Oh, most certainly. A very proud one at that." He says as he holds out his hand to you.

Dean grabs your arm and turns you to look at him. "Freya, talk to me. Tell me you didn't know?" His eyes begging for the words he wants to hear.

"Enough of this idle chit-chat. I want what I came for." He flings his hand to the side, causing Dean to lose his grip on you as he's thrown backward into a chair. Asmodeus extends his arm towards you and pulls. You are dragged forward like there is an invisible rope tied around you. He quickly spins you around, pulling you up against him, his hand around your throat.

"Let her go!" Dean yells as he stands back up. "Freya, don't give him the lance."

"That's funny, boy, you have no clue. She doesn't have a choice now, do you, little one?" Asmodeus hisses into your ear.

You look at Dean with defeated eyes. "I'm sorry." You put your hand out, and Asmodeus grabs the lance. He lets you go, but you stand there.

"Freya, just step away." Sam pleads to you.

"I think it's time you let them in on the little joke, don't you." You both grin as your eyes turn pitch black.

"Freya.....?" Dean gasped as everyone stood in shock at the revelation.

"Oh, I'm sorry, lover. Did I leave that part out of my story?" You say with a tilt of your head. "I tend to leave small details out." you turn to Rowena. "Give me my grimoire, Mother!" You demand as your power starts to glow in your hands.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, dear." Rowena raises her hand in defense as her eyes glow purple.

"Then I'll just have to take it by force. Manete!" You shout, but Rowena is faster and deflects the immobilization spell.

"Defende nos!" Rowena shouts, deflecting your spell and casting it aside.

You stumble a little from the shockwave. "Do you really want to play this game? You've seen what I can do when I'm angry." Asmodeus touches your shoulder to stop you.

"We don't need it right now. We have a throne to take, my little queen." He reaches down and grabs your hand.

"You're right, Daddy. I can come back and play with them later." You hiss coldly through your clenched teeth.

"Freya, don't!" Dean yells out before you disappear before his eyes.

"What the bloody hell just happened?" Crowley stands there, trying to comprehend what he just saw.

Sam walks over to Dean, who is just standing there in shock. "Dean?" He touches his arm slowly.

"He took her, Sam. She's gone, and we let him take her." Dean semi-mutters to himself.

" I don't think we had a choice, Dean. She went with him. She wasn't forced." Sam says, treading lightly.

" NO! Why would he send demons after her if she's working with him?" Dean still stares at the space you just occupied moments ago.

"I don't know, Dean. I wish I knew, but we need to look at what we do know and regroup." Sam urges as he looks over his shoulder at Rowena and Crowley.

You suddenly appear in the hallway outside Crowley's throne room, Asmodeus standing at your side. He looks at you approvingly. " You've worked a long time for this. Are you ready to ascend, little one?" he drawls

"More than you know." You reply. You use your demon powers to throw open the doors. There are about six demons in the room that suddenly turn their heads in your direction.

Drexel speaks first. "Your bother is not here right now. I can show you a room where you can wait for him?" He offers so courteously.

"Oh, I know he's not here, and he won't be coming back." You say as you brush past him as you walk to the throne.
As you ascend the steps and stand before the chair, you turn to the demons looking on in confusion.

"I don't think Crowley would like you sitting in his chair, ma'am." Another demon blurts out.

Your eyes quickly snap to his gaze. "It's cute how you think he has a choice anymore." You twist your fingers, snapping his neck. As his limp body falls to the floor, you look out at the other demons. "Does anyone else have any comments you wish to share?" You hiss, waiting to snap another neck. But there is nothing but silence. You sit on the throne. There is silence until Asmodeus clears his throat.
The other demons get the hint quickly. "Long live Freya, Queen of Hell." they all chant in unison as they look on in terror. Asmodeus steps to your side, letting you revel in your newfound power.