Crowley had disappeared for a moment, but his presence in the kitchen was still strong. Geneviene had been with Bobby in the car yard for at least a good fifteen minutes. She made sure to stay low, just in case Crowley had tried to come for her. Geneviene was really worried at this point. Bobby was keeping watch for Crowley, but never did he think that he would just disappear and come into the car yard. "Bobby," Crowley addressed, tapping the redneck-y hunter on the shoulder. Bobby turned around, aiming the shotgun at Crowley. "Ya better get back or I am going to fill you with lead," Bobby glared at the demon, his finger on the trigger. "If it's me that he wants, then why don't you just hand me over, just so then you don't have to go through this hell?" Geneviene asked, appearing behind one of the car skeletons.
"Cause the boys said to take you outta here. Are you nuts?" Bobby looked back at Geneviene. "This is the King Of Hell!" Bobby told her looking back at Crowley. Geneviene folded her arms, "I don't understand what you folks do for a living, but I sure as hell don't want to live it! Give me up, Bobby. It's obvious that this.. whatever he is, wanted something to do with me. He's been communicating to me via the mind." She looked over at Bobby and the one called Crowley.
Bobby looked at Crowley and then at Geneviene. He thought of it as prepostorous, but what else could he say, without his tongue getting ripped out? "We deal with the supernatural, and sons of bitches like him." Bobby said looking back at Geneviene. "That aint an option. This bastard isn't gettin ya an' thats final!" Bobby turned back to Crowley.
Geneviene looked at Bobby, her face screaming that she was going to do what she wished so then no one else could get hurt. "Hear me out, for God's sake!" Geneviene screamed. "Seems like the majority rules here, mate," Crowley told Bobby, Scottish accent coming out strong. He looked over at Geneviene with a smile that seemed excruciating to her. Geneviene flashed a glare at the demon then looked at Bobby, "You want to go to war with this... King of Hell... suit yourself. There was a reason behind all of this. There always is a reason behind everything!" A hand was placed on Geneviene's shoulder. She looked behind her. It had been Crowley. Then she turned back to Bobby, "Listen, I know that you're not crazy about letting me go. But maybe it's just best to be compliant!"
"I ain't really concerned cause he knows I got something on em." Bobby looked around as Crowley got closer to Geneviene. He stepped forward. "Like I said, you aint gettin her," Bobby scolded, pointed the gun again at Crowley. "Watch it mate. I can end her life here and now. I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen now, do you?" Crowley threatened. Geneviene started to bite her lip. She was somewhat frightened by this guy, and she just didn't know how else to react other than jab Crowley in the chest and run off. Geneviene did as she thought, jabbing Crowley with her elbow and ran off to the far end of the car yard.
Dean sneaked out into the car yard, eavesdropping on the three. Once he saw Geneviene take off running after her "What the hell do you think your doing!?" He yelled, grabbing her by the arm, pulling her to him, and ducking down behind a car skeleton. "Son of a bitch," Dean growled pinching the bridge of his nose. Geneviene looked at her arm where Dean had grabbed her. Why did he care so much as to making sure she was out of harm's way? She wanted to give into the demon at least, so then she knew the repercussions.
Crowley and Bobby looked at each other and decided to go looking for Dean and Geneviene. Crowley was still utterly pissed that Geneviene had elbowed him the way that she did and at least wanted to teach her a lesson about screwing around with someone like him. Dean looked at her "Why the hell did you make that deal?" He asked looking around. "Not tryin to intrude in your life or anything, but you said you wanted a normal life?" He quipped. "So what was not so normal about your life before?" Geneviene looked down at the ground and sighed, "You wouldn't understand, Dean. You just wouldn't."
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The Meeting (A Supernatural/ Crowley Fic)
FanfictionGeneviene Castalia is seventeen years old. She had sold her soul to a demon and on the exact date ten years after she had sealed the deal with the demon Lilith, who had been killed a few years back, she had been killed by the hell hounds. Sam and De...
