The Hunters and The Hunted

Chapter Eleven: Let's Make a Deal

Dean rolled eyes.

" What do you want Crowley?" Sam says.

"Hell. Which you still haven't gotten me by the way..." The short British man eyed the salt, " got a little ghost problem, eh boys?" He chuckled, and walked a little closer. " well aren't you going to introduce me to your friends, moose?"

"Already know who you are. I don't need introducing." I say resisting the urge to dig into his mind a little deeper.

"Ah, is that so darling? Then who am I?" He smirked.

"Your name is Crowley, you used to be the king of Hell, but now you're fighting over it with Abbadon and Dean is the only who can kill her because he has The Mark of Cain. Oh, what's this? You're addicted to human blood? Well isn't that just frightful." I smile at him as the white clouds leave me eyes. He stares at me dumbfounded.

"Where did you find her?" He says to Dean.

"Stay inside the circle..." Sam whispers in my ear.

Well obviously, I mean he is a demon, Sam come on now...I'm not going to step out of the salt when the Ex-king of Hell is standing before me....

Dean glares at him. " you're not laying a hand on her. If you do, the deals off."

"You don't even know how special she is..." Crowley's eyes felt like they were burning holes into mine.

"Which is what we're trying to find out. She's our case, now back off."

SINCE WHEN DID I BECOME THE CASE?! I am going to murder him.....

"Very well. If that's what you want...." He smirked again, " but I can't let something this useful, slip through my hands. Let's make a deal, shall we? I'll keep her safe until you get Hell back for me." Crowley snaps his fingers and suddenly we're in a storage locker.

"Stay here. Any attempt to leave well... The hell-hounds will have you after that" He disappears and I'm left in an 8' by 10' box.

What a day this has been.....

I tap my watch, which no longer glows in the dark. It ticks in response, but very weakly. Of course I'd be the one to get trapped in a fudgin demon's storage locker....

I sit on the hard floor for what seems like hours. The silence is driving me crazy....a sudden sharp scream jolts me to my feet. I hear flesh ripping and the scream becomes bloodcurdling, then just as quickly as it started, it stops. The metallic smell of blood fills the air, and that's when I know that the girl next to me tried to escape.

~~~~Deans POV~~~~

Crowley snaps his fingers and dissapears. I turn around, and unsurprisingly, K's gone too.

"Fan-freaking-tastic!"

"Now we need to find Abbadon..." V whispers.

I shake my head, this is exactly what we didn't need to happen. Put some kid in danger just because we couldn't do what Crowley wants. Especially when the kid happens to be a new breed of human!

"Sammy, do some research. Find out where Abbadon might be. Doctor, find the others and get them back here." I say. I watch V walk over to Sam.

"How do you have wi-fi???" She whispers.

"I don't know actually....I just always have it..." Sam shrugs and returns to typing something in.

"Hey, uh, V? Do you know if you have the things to summon a demon??" She looks and me and grins.

"That's my specialty."

Less than 30 minutes later we have all the ingredients.

"You're good, kid." I say smiling at the pile of things we have laying in the basement floor.

"My dad was a potion maker, for the Men Of Letters, and my mom...well she was, I don't know...but I was raised around this stuff. Right up until they were killed."

"You're dad...?"

"Yes, pie head. Pay attention! So you're gonna take this potion, the purple one, hey! Watch or you'll screw up and summon the wrong Knight of Hell."

She talks for forever. "Why don't you just do it?" I ask

She stares at me like I'm stupid. "Why don't you run into the middle of a highway? BECAUSE ITS STUPID." She balls up a piece of paper and shoves it in my hand then stomps upstairs.

"Man, short people are angry!" I unfold the paper and-low and behold- theres the instructions.

~~~~Krystal's POV~~~~

The hellhounds growl as they walk up and down the hallway outside.

4 people have come in since the last time I closed my eyes, and in that time, 3 of them have been ripped to shreds.

I don't move. I stay in a corner, farthest away from the door, and keep a body count.

I know that from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep, I get two meals.

In total, I've had 20 meals since I've gotten here.

I've been here for an estimated 10 days...

And I'm starting to lose hope about being found.