Wake Me Up When the Bad Life Ends / Book Seven / The Life Series / Supernatural

Taxi Driver

Kevin had called Sam, Dean and me with an emergency.

We got to Fizzles' Folly.

Dean pounded on the door. "Kevin, open up! Kevin!" Kevin opened the door, huge cast iron skillet in hand, looking haunted, tired and unkempt. "Whoa. Whoa. Jeez. What's going on? What's with the SOS?"

Sam, Dean and I walked in.

"It's him," Kevin told us.

"It's who?" Sam asked.

"Crowley," Kevin told us.

"What about him?" I asked.

"He's in my head," Kevin told us.

"He's... in your head?" Sam repeated.

"Do you know what that means?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, it means we need to up your anxiety meds," Dean told him. "Kevin, you're dreaming. Look, if Crowley knew where you were, he'd do a hell of a lot more than mess with your head."

"All right, where's Garth?" I asked.

"On a case, or--or the dentist," Kevin told us. "I don't know. I haven't heard from him."

"Okay, well, what did you want to tell us that you couldn't say on the phone?" Dean asked. "Would you put the frying pan down, please?"

Kevin put the pan on the stove. "I translated the second trial from the tablet."

Dean smiled in surprise. "You... crazy prophet, you. Nice work."

"And if Crowley's in my head, he knows," Kevin told us.

Sam and Dean spoke together. "Okay, he's definitely not in your head."

"He's not in your head, Kevin," I told him. "It's okay. It's okay. Just... we know you're distressed. Just stay with us, all right? What's the second trial?"

"An innocent soul has to be rescued from Hell and delivered unto Heaven," Kevin answered.

"What?" Dean asked.

"'Unto'," Kevin told us. "That's--that's how God talks."

"Rescue a soul from Hell?" Sam asked. "Like actually... go to Hell? How--how do you get a soul unto Heaven? I mean, how do you even get a soul out of Hell?"

I was thinking. "We're gonna need an expert."

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At a crossroads, I put together a summoning box, putting it into the hole in the ground, covering it with my foot.

A male crossroads demon appeared, his eyes red. "Winchesters." He let his eyes return normal. "I'm out of here."

"Maybe not," I told him.

The crossroads demon looked down to see he was standing in a huge devil's trap.

I smiled.

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We took the crossroads demon to an abandoned building, having him tied to a chair, seated under a devil's trap.

"I ain't got nothing," the demon told us.

I poured holy water on him, making him burn and scream. "Oh?"

The demon calmed down, glaring at me. "Bite me."

"Well, then how about another owie?" I asked, pouring more holy water on the demon, making him burn and scream.