Supernatural In Nature (under construction)

21. Hellhounds

-DIANA'S POV-

"Hold on. Well, far as I can tell, he's still heading East, So...head East, I guess." I hear Bobby say on the phone.

"East? Bobby, we're in West Nevada. East is practically all there is." Dean says as I lean on the winow in the back.

"Yeah, well, you better get to drivin'."

"Say...I've got an idea." Crowley appears right next to me.

Tires screech as Dean swerves, slamming on the brakes. Sam tries to stab Crowley with Ruby's knife, but only stabs the seat of the Impala, which is right next to me and a bit too close for comfort.

Dean looked in the back. "Did you get him?"

"He's gone." Sam sighed.

"But you nearly got me." I whispered.

Crowley taps on the window from outside. "Fancy a fag and a chat? You're upset. We should discuss it. Not here, but-"

Sam and Dean exit the Impala and Sam looks mad. "You want to talk? After what you did to us?"

I step out and stand next to them.

Crowley is backing away from Sam. "Who you take on the ride is your own business! Look, everything is still the same. W-we're all still in this together."

"Sure we are." As Sam attempts to stab Crowley again, but Crowley appears behind him.

"Call your dog off- please."

Dean scoffs. "Give me one good reason."

"I can give you Pestilence."

"What do you know about Pestilence?"

I glance about wondering where we are, but all I see is dirt and some trees, which is not all that helpful. And I'm also trying not to look at Crowley, who is supposedly my father.

"Shut up for a second, Sam!" Dean shouted.

"Shut up, the both of you! Look...I swear... I thought the colt would work. It's an honest mistake. It's all part of the learning process. But nothing's changed. I still want the devil dead. Well...one thing's changed. Now the devil knows that I want him dead. Which, by the way, makes me the most buggered son in all of creation."

"Holy crap. We don't care."

Crowely continues. "They burnt down my house! They ate my tailor! Two months under a rock, like a bloody salamander! Every demon on hell and earth's got his eyes out for me! And yet... Here I am...Last place I should be- In the road, talking to Sam and Dean Winchester, under a friggin' spotlight!"

Crowley points to the light above them, and it explodes like a firework. I flinch as a spark hits me.

"So come with me. Please. Do you want the horsemen rings or not?" Crowley asks, looking at a stunned Dean and Sam. "Yes, I know all about that. Shall we?"

Some time later, we arrive at Crowley's house.

Crowley sighs. "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-"

I sigh, and decide to explore a bit. Their conversation fades in and out as I walk about, looking at some interesting things.

"Well, now...I don't know where Pestilence is...Per Se. But I do know the demon who does. He's what you might call the horsemen's stable boy. He handles their itineraries, their personal needs. He's who you want- believe me. He'll tell us where Sneezy's at."