Sierra:
The kiss took me by surprise, causing me to stumble backwards a little, but neither of our lips disconnected even for a second.
I felt my back collide with the door of the impala, a few shivers were sent up my spine as my skin came into contact with the cold metal body of the car. Sam's hands ran through my hair and i wrapped my arms around his neck, the kiss pulling me even deeper into his arms.
I felt him pull away slightly, taking a breath away from my lips but his face still only a few inches from mine.
"I really freaking like you too Sierra," He spoke in a hushed tone and i could feel the smile in his voice.
I unhooked myself from around his neck, still slightly catching my breath from the sudden rush of adrenaline i felt the moment he kissed me. I could feel the heat on my cheeks as i blushed, looking up at the winchester brother's soft eyes.
"We probably should get back to Bobby's," i managed to say, my words getting caught in my throat as i spoke,
"Yeah, they'll be wondering what we got up to." He winked and i blushed again, biting my lip to suppress another wide smile spreading across my face.
Sam leant forwards and pressed his lips softly against my forehead,
"Lets go,"he said softly to me and moved around to the drivers side.
Suddenly I realised how I no longer noticed the cold on my skin, all i could feel was an incredible warmth spreading out from within me, my smile growing wider as i got back into the impala.
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Once we had arrived back at the scrap yard, Bobby and Dean continued to discuss the plans about getting the last ring of the four horsemen. Death.
I had been sitting quietly on the couch, trying to absorb what information i could to be of any assistance later.
Suddenly Dean turned to Bobby, "You know," he began, "You never told us how you knew where death would be."
Sam nodded in agreement, folding his arms as he fixed Bobby with a stare as the old man shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair.
"I uh, I had a little help." He mumbled quietly,
Sam and Dean frowned about to question him further but they were stopped by the sound of a new voice.
"Oh come now, don't be so modest!"
I turned to find the source of the new voice, my gaze falling on a well dressed middle aged man with dark hair and a fixed smirk on his face.
"I needed your soul just as much as you needed that info!" The man exclaimed,
I noticed a strong british accent in his voice and my eyes narrowed slightly, immediately untrusting of the sudden appearance of this new character.
"Crowley." Sam growled under his breath, and my eyes moved to Sam's face for a second, the anger clear from his expression.
"Wait you sold your soul?" Dean suddenly exclaimed, "Bobby what the hell!" He shouted, rushing a Crowley who suddenly disappeared and then reappeared behind him.
"More of a pawn really, i fully intend to give it back." The man shrugged.
I blinked, looking back from where the man called Crowley had been and where he had just appeared.
"What the-" I spoke half in shock, half in awe of this man.
He suddenly turned to me, giving me a look up and down before smiling at me fiendishly.
"And i see we have a new addition to this dysfunctional family!" He exclaimed and I just stared, my mouth wide open, still registering what the hell just happened.
"How did you do that?" I stammered, and Crowley rolled his eyes slightly, blinking once and revealing red eyes.
Now i understood. I quickly shut my mouth and fixed him with a cold stare, my eyes narrowed, trying to show as much hostility as possible.
"You're a demon." I said blankly,
"Quick this one!" His words dripping with sarcasm as he turned back to the brothers and Bobby, I just scowled in response.
Dean and Sam still looked pissed as hell and Crowley observed their hostile glares. He held up his hands slightly defensively, "Well how else did you intend on getting Death's ring!" He exclaimed, "If you want Lucifer to get back in the cage riding Sam's wave, he'll need the key to open it in the first place!"
There was a small moment of silence where Dean's anger faltered to be replaced with confusion.
"What the hell do you mean 'riding Sam's wave'?" He asked irritably,
Crowley paused, a smile forming on his lips, "Oh, so i'm guessing he hasn't told you of his little plan to say 'yes' to the devil?"
Dean's eyes widened as he turned to Sam and I followed suit, getting to my feet as Dean and I both spoke in unison.
"What?"
Dean spoke louder than i did when he questioned Sam, his fury clear from his expression alone. The way i spoke was more quiet and with a slightly disbelieving tone and I watched as Sam's face looked helpless trying to defend himself against Dean's shouts and arguments against him.
Sam tried his best to explain his plan, saying how he would take back control the same way Bobby had when he got possessed. How he would throw himself into the cage whilst lucifer sat in the back of his mind.
I stared at him, mouth open, my mind frozen in complete shock. Dean's face was contorted rage as he turned to Bobby.
"Did you know about this?" He exclaimed, his fury seeming to fill the room,
Bobby cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding Dean's eye.
"Great," Dean threw his hands up in the air in despair, "So you go on at me about 'giving up' and saying Yes but now you're just gonna sign up to say yes to the devil? Really great plan Sam."
"And you have a better idea?" Sam retorted, desperation on his face and he turned to me.
I stared back at him, my mouth clamped shut as i gritted my teeth. I looked straight at him, my anger not allowing me to look away. How could he do this? To me and to Dean, to everyone he cares about!
I wanted to shout at him. Scream at him, but i knew it would do nothing. He wasn't going to change his mind, i knew him well enough by now to know that if he was set on doing something, he stuck by it.
"While i do hate to interrupt such an important family matter." Crowley chimed in from the other side of the room, i'd almost forgotten he'd been here, "Sam's right, we don't have many other choices and if you hadn't noticed, we're a little short on time, so i recommend you pack it in!"
Crowley's voice suddenly rose at the end of his sentence, seeming to exert himself by shouting. He cleared his throat and composed himself before speaking again.
"So lets get started then,"
