Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

Retribution?

I left the dungeon and was walking towards the table where the kids were sitting. Sam had whipped up some basic sandwiches for them and tossed cheese, crackers and some protein bar things on a few plates in case the sandwiches weren't enouugh. They were working their way through them pretty fast. I have no idea what they ate in Purgatory, when I was there I was never hungry, which may have meant I'd actually died again. Course I was starving when I'd gotten out. More things I didn't need to dwell on.

Sam motioned me away from the table to the kitchen so I kept walking and met him there.

"They're from all over the country," he said, "Not surprising but we have to get them home soon. They've all been gone for a few months. Death say anything useful about Crowley?"

"Other than telling me that Crowley more than likely already knows what I've been doing for the past year, not really. He said tread lightly. It's not like demons can't follow Baby or he doesn't have some spell he can use to watch her. I guess I should have thought of that." He looked guilty, which was stupid, "Sam, you did what you could. It's fine. The deal you made has probably kept them from actually doing anything other than watching. We just need to take that into account when talking to him." I hadn't gotten pissed about it when Death said it, mainly because it didn't surprise me all that much, but now that it had sunk in a little farther I could feel that wolf need to protect starting to build and make my own usual protectiveness sky rocket. The people on the Reservation were my people, Coyote's people. They get hurt, it's all on me. I couldn't let that happen, wouldn't...

Sam put his hand on my arm, "Dean, not here, not now. Kids? Remember? Look at your hands."

I looked down, the bones were already starting to move and change. Sam was managing to keep calm and was pushing that at me through the pack bond.

"You got Devil's trap bullets?" I asked.

"Yeah, for the nines. Why?"

"Fall back plan if he doesn't want to play nice. You pump the kids for information, I'm going to the armory."

He let his hand drop from my arm and nodded, "Sure. They're in the second drawer underneath the bow stands. Take Cas with you."

"I'm good."

He locked eyes with me and I felt it, the need to back down, and not because I wanted to. With Coyote out of reach he technically outranked me and I had to look away, "Take Cas. Please." There was a lot more force to his words than usual.

"Ordering me now?"

"No, asking with intent. This is the shit that always sent you over the edge before, the wolf side will make it a million times harder to stay rational. So please, take Cas."

"Fine." I couldn't argue, even without the whole pack thing, because he was right. I closed my eyes and noticed that more than my hands had started to shift, my body felt out of whack. I made myself think of something other than the Reservation getting attacked, it wasn't easy but I calmed down enough that the weird out of synch feeling faded. When I opened my eyes I checked my hands again, they were back to normal.

"You good?" Sam asked.

"For now." I walked away and gave Cas a signal for him to walk with me.

He caught up with me as we entered the hall to the armory, "You're upset. What did Death say?"

"That Crowley probably knows where I've been the last year so play nice."

"And playing nice requires a trip to the armory?"

"I don't expect Crowley to play nice back. Not after how you and Sam got him to back off. He's not going to be all that happy that we threw a wrench in his plan, especially bringing Death into things. So, backup plan."