Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Marked and Bound

Dean:

Why the hell was he here? Crowley knew we were gonna kill him when we could, and I was slightly drunk and about to stab him with Ruby's knife as Khalilah stayed in bed. "At least buy me a drink first."

Oh, I'd buy myself one when you were dead. "I said the next time I see you --"

"Dead. Yes, rings a bell, but let's not dwell on the past, shall we?" He smiled at me. "This bar is a bust, your girlfriend is keeping the meaning of her tattoo from you while currently crying in bed, I've already been to see her, and your prey, Gadreel, has left the building. So, it's time to move on to more pressing matters, like destroying Abaddon." How the hell did he know about the tattoo?

"Yeah, good luck with that." I sniffed, sipping my beer. "The Knights of Hell aren't exactly the dying kind."

He wasn't taking no for an answer. "But there is something that can kill a knight. The weapon that the archangels used to execute them -- The First Blade."

Please stop talking, you were making me want to drill a hole in my brain. "Never heard of it. Can I kill you now?"

"I've been chasing that blade for decades." Crowley was still talking. "The closest I got to it was when one of my droogs -- Smitty -- got wind of a protégé demon of Abaddon's who claimed knowledge of the blade. Sadly, before Smitty could nab the guy, two hunters by the name of John Winchester and Ryoko Tanaka nabbed the protégé. I'm here to see if there's anything in the John Winchester memorial library that might lead us to the first blade -- to killing Abaddon."

You had to be joking. "You want to hunt? With me and Khalilah?"

"I do love a good buddy comedy, but just us lads, don't need the women folk mussing it up."

I rolled my eyes before reluctantly taking out dads journal and looked for the right page. "Oh, yeah. Here it is. Yeah, he picked up a protégé who had bones with Abaddon, but that's about all it says in here."

The King Of Hell was reading it over my shoulder. "What do those numbers in the margins mean?"

"None of your business."

"You're gonna play hard to get?" He asked me. "We have time for a montage?"

Anything to shut you the hell up. "It's a code -- one of my dad's storage lockers. He may have put something about the case there."

Now he pointed to something else. "And what does the "T" next to the numbers mean?"

My dad kept a lot of secrets, assbut. "Not a clue."

"Fine." Crowley muttered. "Let's go find daddy's man cave, then, shall we? Leave a note for Miss PMS in the motel, but be warned, she threw a lamp at me when I tried to talk to her." 

Because something was upsetting her and she didn't want to deal with a short British Demon who tried to kill her as a baby. Or will, try to kill her as a baby, either one. "And how do I know this isn't a trap?"

Crowley smiled at me. "You...don't. That's what makes it fun." 

I got a grin for my troubles as he headed out of the door, and I slowly followed, knowing that I'd need to blind him if we were going to my dad's lock up. Which I did, and didn't remove it until we were completely inside, the door closed. "Is all this really necessary? I mean, I've been inside your brother, and your cousin in law. We're practically family."

Grabbing him, I swung him into a shelf. "Listen to me. We are the furthest thing from family. You got that, dickbag?" He nodded quickly. "Now, you want to hunt? Let's hunt."