Winchester

CHAPTER ELEVEN*

"Kevin!" Dean pounded on the door of a boat. Apparently they have someone that could read the angel and demon tablets. I have never met this person before but Dean said that I would like him. "Kevin!" He pounded on the door. The door opened and a boy around 20 opened the door with a huge cast iron skillet in hand, he looked haunted, tired, unkempt. "Whoa! Whoa. Geez. What's going on? What's with the S.O.S.?" We walked through the door but Kevin tried to hit me with the frying pan but I quickly grabbed it and threw it on the floor. "Kevin it's okay, he's my son." I nodded in confirmation.

"Sorry." I nodded again and walked to where I was at my fathers side. "It's him," He told us.

"It's who?"

"Crowley." I raised my eyebrows and my whole body got tense. I had met Crowley before and the meeting did not go well.

"What about him?"

"He's in my head."

"He's –" Dean started.

"In your head?" I finished, my eyebrows coming together in confusion.

"Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah, it means we need to up your anxiety meds. Kevin, you're dreaming. Look, if Crowley knew where you were, he'd do a hell of a lot more than mess with your head," Dean informed him and I nodded in agreement.

"All right, where's Garth?" Sam asked him.

"On a case or -- or the dentist. I don't know. I haven't heard from him," Kevin told us in a rush, his eyes switching between the three of us. It was as if he has has too much coffee.

"Okay, well, what did you want to tell us that you couldn't say on the phone?" Dean asked and then got an incredulous look on his face. "Would you put the frying pan down, please?" Kevin then put the pan on the stove, hesitantly.

"I translated the second trial from the tablet." He then walked into the kitchen and the three of us looked at each other in shock.

"You... crazy Prophet, you. Nice work!" Dean exclaimed with a smile on his face.

"And if Crowley's in my head, he knows!" Kevin exclaimed.

"Okay, he's definitely not in your head." We all told him in sync. "He's not in your head, Kevin. It's okay. Just... We know you're distressed. Just stay with us, all right? What's the second trial?" Sam asked him.

"An innocent soul has to be rescued from Hell and delivered unto Heaven."

"What?"

"Unto." That's -- that's how God talks." He told us.

"Rescue a soul from Hell? Like actually... Go to Hell? How -- how do you get a soul unto Heaven? I mean, how do you even get a soul out of Hell?" I asked him and then rubbed my face with my right hand.

"We're gonna need an expert."

EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY -

Sam put a box in a hole in the ground, covered it with his foot.

"Winchesters." The demon is male, his eyes then flash red.

"What happened to the hot chicks?" Dean asked as he looked the demon and down.