The Listener (Superntural)

Chapter 13

Over the next couple of week, the brothers and I became a little closer. We weren't sent on any missions for Crowley, but we had a couple of close calls with Angels. only twice did they try to take over my body again. the next two happened and it took longer than the last one to get over. Each time, I would wake up in a dungeon.

"So anything from the king of hell?" Dean asked me as he walked into the library. I had found it a couple of days ago and it was full of books that were based on hunting.

"Nothing yet. I'll let you know." I told him with a smile. I had found out that Dean kept giving everything that dealt with brain power, to Sam. He was a lot smarter than what he thought, though. I loved talking to him and making his brain work. 

"So, what do you think you'll be able to do, if Alaistair got a hold of one of us?" I asked him. He looked at me. I saw that he had sat down in the other chair. This topic seemed to be stressing for him. It was something that we needed to think about. 

"What do you think?" Dean asked me. His green eyes were so bright in this light.

"If he gets me, leave me. Just leave me. You and I know that it would be horrible if he had both of us. Take Sam and get him away too." I told him. Dean wasn't liking any of this.

"Well the same goes for me." He finally said.

"you won't do as I said, will you?" I saw him look at me and smile.

"Not a chance." He responded as he grabbed a book. I sighed and turned a page in my own.

"Sorry I haven't called you in a while darling. It's been a disaister down here. I suggest that you collect yourself some writing tools for this one." I heard Crowley tell me. I winced a little and I saw that Dean had black eyes. So that was another thing. He looked at me with his eyes and I smiled.

"Can you feel those?" I asked as I pointed to my own. He looked confused. So that's a no. I got up and walked to a desk.

"There seems to be an issue that is happening with some churchy preist. He seems to be feeding my demons to people. I need this to stop. I can't just have demons running around and making things all messy." He told me. I wrote it down and waited a little longer for him to tell me where it was. Dean came over and started to look over my shoulder.

"I suggest that you try a little church that happens to be in Maine. I hope that you'll be able to take care of the preist. He is a bit nasty." Crowley told me. I sighed and wrote taht bit down too. Then It was like he hung up. There was no more.

"Maine? Why there?" Dean asked me. His eyes were still blacked out.

"Because of something weird. A preist is selling meat suits to demons." I told him as I got out of the chair. I walked out of the library with Dean.

"Guys! We have something!" I shouted as I entered the living area. No one was there. With in three seconds, Castiel had popped in and Sam was running down the hallway. 

"Dean, your eyes." Sam said to him as he walked in. Dean then closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened his eyes, he was back to his green eyes.

"That was rude. He can't control them. You could be nicer about it." I said to Sam quickly. Dean started to shuffle uncomfortably.

"He needs to though. He can't just do that when he wants." Sam told me.

"He doesn't want to. That's the thing. So just cool it." I told him. I was tired fo Sam and Castiel treating dean like he was any different. No one said anything, so I decided to fill them all in. 

"There is a priest that is letting demons go into his people. We have to stop it. It's in Maine. I think that there are a significant amount of people to make it this far unnoticed." Castiel seemed to be worried about all of it.