The Winchester Sister

Chapter 30 - The Devil You Know

"Let me guess - another steamin' - hot pile of swine flu." Bobby says through the phone. 

"Yep." Dean answers back. 

"Doesn't make any sense, Bobby." Sam states. "Pestilence touched down here. I'm sure of it."

"But why is he dealing them soft serve like swine flu when he's got the Croatoan virus up his sleeve?" I point out. "I-I-I don't get it."

"Doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing." Bobby returns. "What matters is this is the fourth town he's hit - that we know of - and we're still eating his dust. We got even a snowball at probable next target."

"Uh, no pattern we can see." Sam replies. 

"Okay." Bobby murmurs. "Hold on. Well, far as I can tell, he's still heading East, so...Head East, I guess."

"East?" We question at the same time. 

"Bobby, we're in West Nevada." Dean explains. "East is practically all there is. 

"Yeah, well, you better get to drivin'." Bobby quips and hangs up. I put my phone away. 

"Say...I've got an idea." Dean swerves and brakes. I immediately take out my angel blade and stab it into Crowley. Only to hit the seat where Crowley disappears. 

"Did you get him?" Dean grunts. 

"He's gone." I supply. 

"Fancy a fag and a chat?" Crowley asks from outside the Impala and we all get out. "You're upset. We should discuss it. Not here, but-"

"You want to talk?" Sam interrupts as he stalks Crowley. "After what you did to us?"

"After what I - what I did to you?!" Crowley exclaims. "I gave you the colt!"

"Yeah, and you knew it wouldn't work against the devil!" Sam retorts. 

"I never!" Crowley defends.  

"You set us up." I accuse. "We lost people on that suicide run - Good people!"

"Who you take on the ride is your own business!" Crowley insists. "Look, everything is still the same. W-we're all still in this together."

"Sure we are." Sam agrees, sarcastically. He attempts to stab Crowley with the demon killing knife but he teleport. 

"Call your dog off - please." Crowley pleads. 

"Give me one good reason." Dean states. 

"I can give you pestilence." Crowley answers. 

"What do you know about pestilence?" Dean asks. 

"I know how to get him." Crowley replies. "That's got your interest, doesn't it?"

"Are you actually listening to this?" Sam questions us. 

"Sam-"

"Are you friggin' nuts?" Sam interrupts me. 

"Shut up for a second, Sam!" I command. 

"Shut up, the both of you!" Crowley exclaims. "Look...I swear...I thought the colt would work. It's an honest mistake. It's all part of the learning process. But nothing's changed. I still want the devil dead. Well...one thing's changed. Now the devil knows that I want him dead. Which, by the way, makes me the most buggered son in all of creation."

"Holy crap. We don't care." Dean comments. 

"They burnt down my house!" Crowley starts. "They ate my tailor. Two months under a rock, like a bloody salamander! Every demon on hell and earth's got his eyes out for me! And yet...Here I am...Last place I should be - In the road, talking to Ashlee, Sam and Dean Winchester, under a friggin' spotlight!" He points at the street lamp and it explodes. RIP Spotlight. "So come with me. Please. Do you want the horsemen rings or not? Yes, I know all about that. Shall we?" Crowley snaps his fingers and we are all outside an abandoned house with the Impala in the driveway. "Here we are-" Crowley opens the door and leads us in. "My life on the lam. How the mighty have fallen. Single-pane glass, Used contraception in the fireplace." He lights up the fireplace on his own. "The water damage alone-"