Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 30

Harley's pov:

Sam I had left earlier in the morning. I told him to go to the library and do some research while I asked around town. Although he wasn't very happy about it, he went. I admit, lying to Sam was hard but not impossible. I was going to get Viper's soul back, regardless of the cost.

I had stayed up most of the night and still couldn't find Crowley's whereabouts. I had made my way to an abandon building about 30 minutes from Sam. I got out and, in a frustrated way, kicked the tire of Vi's Impala. I decided we should take two separate cars so I jacked Betty for the day.

"Cas!" I yelled to the sky. "Castiel you short winged son of a bitch, get your happy ass down here!" I screamed.

"Yes?" Cas's voice asked from behind me. I spun around and faced him.

"Where is Crowley?" I questioned.

"I don't have that information." He told me.

"Bullshit! You know somethin. Spill it." I snarled in response.

"You can't get her soul back, Harley. She made a deal with the King of Hell. That's final." He replied calmly.

"I swear. You big headed, self centered, heartless piece of shit." I stated, tears flooding my eyes.

"I understand the pain you are feeling." He replied, stepping closer.

"No. No you don't Cas. How in the hell could you understand?" I spat, looking at him coldly.

"Countless Angels, all dead. From my hands. My brothers and sisters, their lives ripped from them, from my own hands. Being here, on this destructive, close minded, rebellious earth. For you. For all of you. And this is the thanks I get?" He replied, speaking in a tone I had never heard from Castiel before. My eyes lowered in regret, I looked down at the ground for a second.

"Cas I'm sor-" I looked up and he was gone. "Damn it." I spat.

"Family is very important to you, is it not?" A familiar British voice stated from behind me.

"Thanks for the back up, Cas." I mumbled, turning around. "Give it back."

"The soul? No can do." He replied.

"I swear, I will kill you myself." I barked.

"Oh, kill the king of hell? Brave." He stated.

"Crowley, please. Just give it back. We will help you, with anything but that." I pleaded.

"It's too late now, anyway." He stated.

"What do you mean?" I scold.

"Well, the Hell hounds are on their way now, to rip your sister to shreds." He stated blankly.

"You can't condemn her to Hell! You son of a bitch! That wasn't the deal!" I yelled.

"Oh, please. Mellow the drama would you? They're just going to rip her soul out, not keep her in hell." He stated, rolling his eyes.

"Will she live?" I asked coldly.

"Possibly." He shrugged, disappearing before me.

"Damn it." I spat. I got back in the impala and slammed the door, turning "You Shook Me All Night Long" by ACDC on. I listened to it for a minute. Flashbacks, of Viper and I singing loudly while going down the highway, popped into my mind. I leaned up and turned it off, just as my phone rang. I looked at it and "Bobby" popped up on the screen.

"Bobby, hey. Everything alright?" I asked. There was a long pause and then a sniffle. "Bobby?" I repeated.

"They came." He stated lowly.

"Wait? Who ca-" the images of Crowley crept back to me. "Hell hounds." I mumbled lowly. I hung up the phone and sped off in the direction of Bobby's. I barged through the door, not noticing a blood covered Dean and Bobby. I headed downstairs.

"Harley," Bobby went to say and I saw an empty bunker before me and I turned to face him.

"Where is she?" I spoke harshly, venom flying through each word.

"She's out back." Bobby said, tears gathering in his eyes. I pushed past Dean and him and went outside. Seeing Viper laying there still and pale, a lighter shade of ivory then ever before. Her lips held a blue tint to them. I crouched down and held her in my arms. Tears soon escaped, then sobs escaped later.

"You stupid, stupid kid." I cried. I looked at her still, cold body. Oozing blood as I held her insides together. Anger soon flooded my mind, replacing the sadness. I stood up, covered in her blood. My tears leaving small trails across my cheeks, but none escaped my eyes this time.

"Where are you going?" Bobby questioned as Dean took another sip from his whiskey bottle. I flared my nostrils.

"I've gotta date. With the King of Hell." I spat, walking past them to the front door.

Viper didn't deserve this. Never in a million years. There's no way I would sit back and let this happen. I'd either get my sister back or die trying.