Fallen Heroes

Chapter Two: Oh, Brother

"No," Crowley said in his signature bitchy accent. "I'm not digging around in God-knows-where for your pathetic boyfriend."

I shoved him up against the wall, an angel blade at his throat. "You listen here, Crowley. I'm not asking you to bring Cas back. I'm telling you."

"The answer is still no," he said. "You don't scare me, Squirrel."

"I should," I hissed backing away from him. "I'll give you two choices. You help me, or I'll call in someone else."

The king of Hell narrowed his eyes. "And just who, exactly, were you planning to call?" I didn't respond, I just stared at him. "Fine, don't tell me. But I'm not going to help you." With that, he flashed away.

"Even stupider it is," I sighed. "Sammy," I prayed. "You're not gonna like this, but I need your help bringing someone back."

My brother appeared behind me, his arms crossed. "Oh, no," he said. "Even for you, Dean, that's a whole new mountain of stupid."

"Please," my voice cracked. "I can't live without him, Sammy. You have to help me. Please."

Sam's eyes softened. "Dean, I still don't think that this is a smart move. I mean, what if she turns vengeful or something? We could die."

"I doubt that she'd go nuts. We have to at least try, Sam."

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "How do we even know where she is? For all we know, she's haunting that Medieval festival or something."

I shook my head. "We have you. And you'll be able to find her."

"How?" Sam asked. "How am I supposed to locate her somewhere in like, a thousand different places?"

"It's easy," a voice spoke up from behind me. Sam and I jumped, instinctively drawing our guns. Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Why go through all that trouble when you could just ask me to bring him back."

My eyes widened. "You can do that?"

"Of course I can do that," he scoffed. "I'm a freaking archangel. I can do whatever the hell I want."

"Then bring him back!" I nearly shouted.

He held a hand out to slow me down. "Easy there, Sparky. First things first: we'll need inside help."

Sam and I exchanged glances. "We know exactly who to call."

"Yeah," he laughed. "The spunky redhead." He nodded in approval. "I like her."

"How did you know we were talking about Charlie?" Sam asked.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Samsquatch, you really aren't as smart as I thought you were. You two cavemen were talking about her. Now, unless you were talking about Abaddon or Rowena-"

"No, we were talking about Charlie," I confirmed. "One redhead is enough to deal with."

"I couldn't agree more," he said. "Well, baby bro Cassie isn't getting any deader." I glared at him. "So, let's get started, shall we?"