Angel Of Misery - A Supernatural fanfiction [PART ONE] [COMPLETED]

Chapter 37: Her Wings Shall Stay Hidden

They summoned Crowley later that day.
Sam and Dean were tense. What would happen when Beth got her wings back? Would she get hurt? Would they get hurt? Was she nice? Would she leave them?
Lizbeth had waited near the Devils trap, patient for Crowley to show. With his accent, and cocky attitude, they thought that he would have gotten here sooner. Yet all hell broke loose when he finally did arrive.
There he was. Lying on the ground, near unconscious. Blood covered his tattered clothes, and one of his eyes was surrounded by bruises.
"Crowley!" Lizbeth cried, pushing past her brothers and sprinting to him. She purposely scuffed the paint of the Devils trap, yet he still sat there, seemingly dazed. In seconds, Sam had given her a medical kit.
Lizbeth dressed his wounds.
Dean kept telling her to go. That they'd take care of it.
Lizbeth didn't budge.
"Crowley, what happened?" Lizbeth gently whispered.
"Lilith."