The Fifth Archangel

17: Too Good To Be True

How did Crowley find me 800 miles away, in Nashville, from where he last saw me? Unless that hobo-demon double-crossed me, there's no way he could have found me this fast.

Nevertheless, I had to get out of there, fast. I looked out the window again and looked for Crowley. He wasn't there. Crap. He must have gotten on the train already.

I gathered my backpack and got up. I looked through the door to the next train car. Nothing. But I locked it anyway. I about to go to the other door when it exploded.

The passengers and I were blown against the back wall as Crowley and his demons entered.  Crowley surveyed the wreckage of the room, his eyes landing on mine. He smirked, "You are one tricky little ex-archangel to get a hold of, Keistelle."

"Get behind me," I told the other passengers, who obliged.

"Aww," Crowley cooed, "You hunters are so noble. Too bad it always gets you killed." He fingered a little blue pendent he had on a chain, and pulled out an angel blade from his coat pocket.

"That's- that's my Grace," I breathed.

"And your archangel blade." He said.

"Those- those are mine. Give."

"Um, no." He smirked.

"So what are you going to do? Dangle my stuff in front of my face until I crack?" I asked sarcastically.

"Actually, I have a deal for you." He said.

"A deal." I said, exasperated.

"Yes. And a pretty good one at that." He smirked again.

"What are your terms?" I demanded, standing up.

"Okay, no foreplay, then." Crowley said, "I'll spare these people's lives, give you your Grace back, give you your wings back, and I'll even give you your archangel blade back. All for the small price of a bit of destruction."

It sounded like a great deal. But it was probably too good to be true. "Destruction?" I asked, "Of what?"

"Devil's Gates. All of them."

"All of them?" I asked, incredulous, "You realize that you're asking me to begin the Apocalypse?"

"Well, if you want to put it that way, then yes."

"Then I'm gonna pass on the deal."

He waved his hand and one of the passengers' necks snapped. The rest screamed. "Please," Crowley said, "Reconsider."

"I-" I was at a loss for words.

"Think about it, Kei, it's a good deal."

"No," I folded my arms.

"Fine," He waved his hand and snapped another neck. "I'll continue." He waved his hand again.

"Woah, woah," I begged, "Stop."

"I take it you reconsidered?"'

"I- um- I," I looked around, desperate for something to stall with. Then, the door I had locked began to jiggle.

Crowley peered over my shoulder to the door, he sighed, "You gonna get that?"

I turned around and unlocked the door. The jiggling stopped. I opened the door and gasped. "Sam? Dean?"

"And Cas, he's outside." Dean said, then looked around at the wreckage, his eyes finally landing on Crowley and his demons. "You seem to have a slight issue going on here."

"Hello, boys," Crowley said, brandishing my blade. Sam and Dean's eyes bugged.

"Let's go," Dean whispered.

"No," I said, "We leave, Crowley kills all these people."

"Oh please, go on with them, Keistelle." Crowley said. "But make no mistake, I will find you again, and you will say yes." He disappeared.

The passengers looked at me, wanting answers. "Okay, listen up. Anyone asks you about what just happened, say anything but the truth. This isn't something you want to mess with. Thank you." I said to the people. Then I turned to Sam and Dean, "Let's go."

We left the train quickly, to find Cas waiting. When he spotted us, he ran over and hugged me. "Thank goodness you're okay."

"Good to see you too, Cas." He released me.

"So, Kei, what did Crowley mean by saying 'you will say yes'?"Sam asked.

"Well, he offered me a deal-"

"What?!" Dean almost yelled.

"Calm down, Dean, I'm sane enough to know not to agree to demon deals. But, it was a pretty good one."

"What was it?" Sam asked.

"The passenger's safety, my Grace, my archangel blade, and my wings, for the destruction of the Devil's Gates."

"Wait, Devil's Gates? There's more than one?" Dean asked.

Cas and I nodded simultaneously, "They're all over the world." Cas said.

I said, "But if I were to break all of them, it would infinitely plague the world with demons, and from Earth, they would go to Heaven."

"Well, that't not good." Dean said.

"Obviously." We sat in a silence for a few minutes, our minds racing. Finally, I said, "So how did you guys find me?"

"We followed Crowley," Cas replied.

"Well, how did he find me?"

"A demon with a red beanie, from the hotel you went to, told him."

I shook my head. I had been played. Crowley was never coming for me. He was coming for the information on me from his little demon hobo. That demon got me going on the Amtrak train, knowing it would stop in Nashville, and told Crowley everything. That meant that Crowley knew I would be going to Wilmington.

Dean snapped his fingers in front of me, "Hey! Earth to Kei?"

I guess I had zoned out. "Oh, sorry, what?" I asked.

"So where do we go from here?" Cas asked.

"Well, I was going to go to Wilmington to tell Gail's family, but now Crowley knows I'm going there." I paused, thinking, "Do you have Gail's body still?"

"Yeah," Sam answered, "It's back at the bunker."

"We need to have a funeral."

"For Gail?" Dean asked.

"Who else?" I questioned, exasperated.

"Well- um- let's go, then." Dean answered.

We all got in the Impala, and began to drive back to the place I'd been running from: Lebanon.

All that running was terrible waste of energy, I decided.

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