Warrior || Supernatural ||

16

Sam and Dean went off to the hospital to check out some bodies. I stayed back because I didn't have a badge and plus I didn't want to tell Sam or Dean this, but I've been having these really weird visions lately. I haven't been sleeping, or eating. I didn't want to bother them so I kept it to myself. I was laying on the couch, listening to Bobby talk to the boys.

"Doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing. What matters is this is the fourth town he's hit --That we know of -- and we're still eating his dust. Did you get anything? We got even a snowball at probable next target?" I looked at Bobby, he looked stressed out. I mean I would too if I couldn't find a dude who can easily turn next Saturday Night into the Walking Dead franchise.

"Okay," Bobby sighed. "Hold on." Bobby looked at his map. "Well, far as I can tell, he's still heading East, So... Head East, I guess." Wow Bobby, you're so informational. "Yeah, well, you better get to drivin'." And he hung up the phone.

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"Well, look, Sam, I got no love for demons, and, yeah, this whole thing is crazy, but...I don't know. After a year of chasing up zilch, maybe it's time to go crazy." Bobby was on the phone to Sam. Apparently, Dean left Sam and went with Crowley so they can hunt some demon down.

"Yeah?" I looked over at Bobby, curious as to what they were talking about.

"Yeah. Rings a bell." Did Bobby get possessed once? "Just long enough to shank myself, yeah." Suddenly, another vision flashed through my head, Bobby, with black eyes, trying to stab Dean. But it was gone as soon as it came.

"Why are you asking, Sam?" I wonder how the boys are doing. Probably not good since Sam got ditched.

"You got me." I was bored, so I walked over to Bobby, got a glass out, and poured some of his alcohol into it.

"Sam." I took a little sip, since I had never tried alcohol before. It burned my throat.

"Are you idjits trying to kill me?!" My head shot straight up. What the hell was going on?

"We just got done talking your brother off the ledge, and now you're lining up to say "yes"?" Suddenly, more visions popped through my head again. Dean and Sam arguing, Dean saying he wants to say Yes, but Sam begging him not to. I was starting to get a really bad headache.

"You can't do it. What I did was a million-to-one, and that was some pissant demon I was brain-wrestling. You're talking about taking back control from Satan himself." I could see black spots covering my vision.

"Kid...It's called "possession" for a reason. You, of all people, ought to know." I started swaying side to side.

"You ain't. He's gonna find every chink in your armor, Sam, and use it against you --Your fear, your grief, your anger. And let's face it -- You're not exactly Mr. Anger management. How are you gonna control the devil when you can't control yourself?" I dropped the glass that was in my hand, causing it to smash and pieces go everywhere. Not being able to control myself, I fainted.

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"Alex?" I groaned, slowly opening my eyes. I looked up to see Bobby.

"Hey, Bobby. What happened?" My voice was raspy. I swear if this is what hangovers are life, I don't wanna drink.

"You fainted." Suddenly, the phone started ringing. While Bobby was talking on it, I slowly sat up. I groaned to myself.

"Stupid." Just as I was about to put my hand on my head, I saw there were stitches in it. I must have cut it on glass just before I fainted.

"Yea, I followed up. Nasty omens, but none of it's Death with a capital "d." Well, just give me a ring if it turns into anything. And, Rufus...You watch your ass out there." Bobby hung up the phone and turned around.

"Chin up. Cavalry's arrived." I quickly stood up. I don't know why but I've noticed that I get this weird reaction in my body when I'm with Crowley. It's like an instinct, as if my brain wants me to be bad. The sound of a gun being cocked, pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Charming. That won't work on me. Name's Crowley. Maybe you've..."

"You're Crowley?"

"In the flesh--of a moderately successful Literary Agent out of New York." Bobby suddenly shot Crowley, and my instincts acted up again. It's like they were telling me to go help Crowley.

"Aah! I see you have heard of me. I liked this suit."

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking out for Crowley."
"Meaning...?"

"The boys are on to ring number 3, but we still need number 4. I'm here to help."

"You know where Death is?"

"No. Haven't the foggiest." Bobby cocked his shot gun again and pointed it at Crowley. I took a step forward, without realising, causing Crowley to turn to me.

"Well, then get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas."

"That's a mite unfriendly, seeing as I could be getting you Death's location in about the time it'd take you to reload. "

"You're just gonna chat some demons up and hope they don't recognize you?"

"God, no. That could get me killed. But there is this little spell that I know."

"That so?"

"Results are 100% guaranteed."

"Okay. Then why are you snake-oiling me?"

"Well, it's a little bit...embarrassing. There's this...technicality."
"Uh-huh."

"I need a little something to get the magic going."
"And what's that?"

"You make a wish. I can give you anything you want, mate -- Up to and including Death's coordinates. All I need is..."
"My soul." Wow. Crowley doesn't need your soul Bobby, he's just sweet talking you into making another crossroad deal with him. That is his job if you haven't noticed.

"I've done more with less. Let's just say when they're getting their Grammys, they shouldn't all be thanking God. It's worth it, Bobby. Think."

"Okay. Here's my counter." Bobby aimed his gun at Crowley and shot him. I gasped, taking three steps towards Crowley. Instantly stopping, hoping that they didn't notice what I did.

"Ow! Bloody hell! Feisty." Crowley groaned.

"Get out."

"I'll give it right back."

"You think I'm a natural-born idjit?" Well Bobby, I have a feeling you're gonna say yes to Crowley anyways.

"Quite the contrary. Look, you're right to be suspicious. But I'm your ally. Enemy of my enemy and all that. I need the devil back in his stock. In fact, my delicate ass depends on it. I promise you --temporary loan. I'll give it...Right...Back." I looked over at Bobby to see him considering the deal. Then I looked at Crowley, only to see him smirking at me. Oh god Bobby, what have we gotten ourselves into?

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