The Meeting (A Supernatural/ Crowley Fic)

Chapter Three

Dean sighed looking at Geneviene. He was out of options, and he really didn't know what the hell to do now. Dean looked back at Crowley and stood up swearing under his breath. He knew deep down there was nothing he could to stop Geneviene from being taken to Hell.  

"Finally ready to submit, squirrel?" Crowley asked.   

Sam hung his head, knowing that he was just about done trying to fight off Crowley, even though Dean seemed to have more of a handle on it than he did.   

"Oh, are you sad?" Crowley asked, looking at Sam with a slight up-curl in his lip starting to come out. "Y'know the consequences, Moose."  

"Shut up damn it!" Dean barked looking back at Crowley. He then began to look around the room, and looked back down at Geneviene "..Damn it we tried.." Dean said softly moving back now. His clenched his fists, irritated.   

Crowley walked over to Dean and shrugged, "I told you so, Winchester."   

Sam started to grow furious as Crowley said those words. He wanted to just kill him then and there, but the demon was more powerful than he would ever be.   

Dean walked over closer to his brother sticking his hands in his pockets. "Well take her already damn it. Just giving you fair warning, I am going to kill you the next time I see you!" Dean glared at Crowley.  

Crowley laughed almost maniacally, "Oh Squirrel, I am not afraid of you. You should know that out of all people."   

Crowley picked Geneviene up off the floor and held her in a bridal position in his arms. She seemed almost lightweight to the demon, even if she was unconscious with a dead weight. He seemed to be almost delicate with her, and he had squeezed the life out of her body. Soon enough, when she regained consciousness, Crowley would not fail in making her be compliant to his each and every wish.   

"See you around boys... perhaps there'll be a surprise in store when I come back around," Crowley teased.    He soon vanished into thin air, Geneviene's body going with him.   

"That son of a bitch!" Dean cursed, kicking a nearby chair across the room.   "Dean... there's nothing that you could do," Sam tried to assure him.   

"That's right, you couldn't," Bobby's voice added.  

Bobby was coming down the stairs, no longer holding a gun, like he had been earlier.    "What do you mean there was nothing I could do?" Dean asked, hotly.   

"Because Crowley and I were negotiating terms, ya idjit," Bobby retorted.   

Sam and Dean did a double take at Bobby, astounded. They didn't want to believe what they were hearing.   

"You did what...?" Sam asked, anger starting to rise up in him.  

"Oh did you not hear me?" Bobby started to say sarcastically. "We made another deal, but only for the sake of Geneviene. Would you like an explanation, you nut jobs?"   

Dean walked up to Bobby, not sure if he wanted to yell or not. He did anyways. "Please do, Bobby. Sammy and I have no idea what the hell is going on!"   

Bobby made a tsk tsk sound and continued with his explanation, "Crowley and I decided that he needed to take Geneviene back to hell with him, in order to get it through your thick ass skulls that there can be no way out of a deal. I allowed for him to attack if you were to interfere."   

Dean pinched his nose, frustrated as ever, "Bobby, that was one of the stupidest things I've ever heard out of your God damn mouth!" Dean started to shout again. 

  "I'm sorry... I didn't know that I needed to ask your permission. As far as I knew, I was still somewhat like a parent around here!" Bobby attacked Dean's words.   

Floop. 

  "Sam... Dean... Bobby," said the angelic voice of Castiel. 

  Dean's face hardened and turned to face in the direction of Castiel's voice.   

"Cas...." he said, almost breathless with frustration.   

"I know what happened. You needn't tell me," the angel replied.   

"Then why didn't you get your feathery ass down here and intervene!" Dean yelled.   

"I cannot meddle in the affairs of demons. Surely you should know that."   

"It hasn't stopped you before," Sam argued, folding his arms, "in fact, you've raised Dean from Perdition, allegedly by God. Not only that, you're working with Crowley as well!" 

  "Just stop damn it! Theres nothing we can do now but gank that bastard when we get the chance. I am done working for him. He thinks he can just order us around like his damn lackeys!" Dean said staring at Cas.   Cas looked down momentarily, "Dean... he's the King of Hell. You can't just simply walk up to him and decide to berid of him!"   

The angel got closer to Dean, almost invading Dean's personal bubble, "And he'll gank you before you get the chance.." 

 Sam looked at Dean, his eyes reading that he agreed with Cas. The same went for Bobby.   

"Yeah well, I am sure as hell not going to put up with it much longer," Dean stated furiously,  glaring at all three of them.  

"Sorry kiddo..." Bobby told Dean. "It just happens to work that way."   

"And it's not going to get any better," Sam added.