A Supernatural Kind of Day

Chapter Five.

​​​​​​​  To say that I was terrified would be an over exaggeration. I felt slightly nervous that our plan wouldn't work because I was now completely in the 'Supernatural' universe so my chances of actually surviving went down. On the upside of things I was now completely in the 'Supernatural' universe! I was in Hell! Never in my wildest dreams did I see myself being held hostage by Crowley! My arms hung above my head, chained, in front of me stood two demons, glaring at me, unsure of how to react I decided to smile and bop my chin in the air.

Soon the doors opened and Crowley walked in brooding and british as ever. He seemed surprised when I didn't cower with fear or tremble in front of him.

" 'sup?"I asked. Never in real life would I use that kind of language but I needed to be annoying.

"For someone in your position I would have chosen a different greeting than 'sup'," Crowley pointed out. Pursing my lips together I thought of another one.

"Ok, I'll try again.... Well howdy do," I responded in my best southern accent, which had been more awful than good. Crowley tensed his jaw and narrowed his eyes, obviously not the greeting he wanted either. "Oh I'm sorry, did you want me to beg?"

"Would've been nice to hear," he grumbled.

"Well it's not going to happen, I've seen this show. I know I'm going to die, so why die in fear when I can relish in the fact that I'm going to die in my favorite tv show?"

"Would you like to know how you're going to die?"Crowley inquired, suddenly interested in something.

"Sure, why not? I'm kind of curious," I shrugged. Crowley snapped and the two demons unchained my wrists from the ceiling but they were still chained together. Crowley and I walked down the hall and turned into another room. Where a table stood in the middle of the room, above the table was something that looked like a machine that worked like an arm. At the tip of the arm stood a syringe type needle. A shallow shade of fear took place over my expression and Crowley saw it.

"Nervous now, love?" he asked, his purring voice broke through the shock. Gulping I shook my head.

"No... I'm not...," my voice quivered. Crowley smirked knowing that I was lying.

Boy's POV

"Cas what the hell was that?!" Dean roared, his voice bouncing off of the walls in the bunker. Cas raised a hand towards Dean in an attempt to calm him down. "We almost died protecting Poppy and then you just let her go?!"

"Dean, we have a plan!" Cas's voice rang louder than Dean's. Sam moved away from the wall he had been leaning on and moved closer to Cas, Dean's face softened and waited patiently for Cas to explain the plan.

"Poppy didn't want you two to get hurt so we came up with a plan that'll save her, save us and destroy Crowley's weapon," Cas explained.

"So what's the plan then, Cas?" Sam's voice entered in the conversation.

"We have to get into Crowley's place, find Poppy, take down the weapon, then when I'll come in and transport the three of us out of there and then we go to these coordinates and put her back in her world and... we go back to our normal lives," Cas's voice sounded dejected.

"...Do you not want Poppy to go back to her normal life?" Sam asked, confused.

"Of course I do but..." Dean came to the conclusion and smiled.

"You like her don't you? That - that kiss wasn't part of the plan was it?" Dean pressed. Cas looked away from Dean, a light shade of pink spread across his cheeks.