𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 28 ~ Shock to My System

Episode: Season 5 - Abandon All Hope Pt. 1

My bare feet padded after Dean on the polished, black tile as we sneaked into the mansion. It had been well-guarded though, hence the slinky, sequined ebony mini-dress I was currently wearing. I glanced down at it and cringed. Stupid dress. In one hand, I held my handgun and in the other, I held onto the straps of my high heels. Sasquatch followed along behind me and I could hear him trying extra hard to be quiet. I almost snickered.

"Meese just can't be quiet," I whisper-teased him and he arched an eyebrow at me questioningly.

"What?" he mouthed and I waved him closer to where he was leaning down close to me, his dark strands of hair tickling my face.

"Meese. You know? Group of more than one moose?" I shrugged and he gave me that same confused look, shaking his head.

"Parker, that's not what you call them," he argued but I just shook my head in response, turning away from him as he straightened back up.

"Then clearly you never saw enough Mary-Kate and Ashley growing up. They called them Meese, Sammy," I whispered over my shoulder.

He sighed from behind me, "Oh, believe me. I saw enough of Mary-Kate and Ashley for a lifetime."

It was dark inside the mansion, all of the lights having been cut off, courtesy of us just a few minutes ago. We were only here because we had to get the Colt back. Supposedly, stupid Bela before her timely demise had given it to a demon named Crowley. My mind went to Hal then and I smiled despite myself. We'd been dating for the past two weeks now and he was amazing - his hair, his smile, his eyes... Suddenly, Dean signaled to Sam and I and we followed after him quietly.

Entering another hallway, we saw a man walking down the corridor, his back facing us.

" It's Crowley, right?" Sam spoke up, gun leveled at the man's head.

"So the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough," he shot back, a British accent ringing out clearly in the otherwise empty room.

Walking over to us, his feet thudded on the carpet before he glanced down at it. Eyeing us carefully, he slowly bent down and moved it back to reveal the Devil's Trap hidden underneath.

"Do you have any idea how much this rug costs?" he rolled his brown eyes just as Dean, Sam, and I were grabbed from behind.

Someone twisted my arms behind my back and the gun in my hand clattered to the floor. I glared over at the demon called Crowley and I noticed Dean did the same.

Suddenly, he produced the Colt from the inside pocket of his jacket, "This is it, right? This is what it's all about..."

Lifting up, he aimed it at our heads and my eyes widened considerably as I struggled in my captor's grip. Crowley mashed the trigger then and a bullet shot out of the chamber, whizzing past my head and embedding itself into the forehead of the demon holding me. He fell back onto the floor along with the other two as Crowley shot them both as well. Involuntarily, I took a step nearer to Dean.

"We need to talk. Privately." he said to us, his eyes coming to rest on me.

I shared a confused look with Dean as Crowley led us into the living room.

"What is this?" Dean asked him gruffly.

"Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing?" he shot back, waving a hand so that the doors slammed shut behind us, "There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists at all. Except that I told you,"

"You told us?" Sam arched an eyebrow at the demon.

"Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine," he shrugged.

"Why? Why tell us anything?" I piped up and Crowley glanced at me briefly before holding up the Colt once more.

"I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face,"

"Uh-huh. Okay, and why exactly would you want the devil dead?" Dean asked him.

"It's called survival. But I forgot you two, at best, are functional morons," Crowley rolled his eyes, looking at me briefly, "You, I'm not so sure about, though,"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What was that supposed to mean?

"Hey, you're func-functioning morons... Mor-" Dean shot back, faltering when he couldn't come up with a come-back.

"Careful, Dean, don't wanna hurt your brain with all that thinking," I quipped and he shot me a glare to which I just shrugged.

"Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're just filthy bags of puke. That's the way he feels about you. What can he think about us?" he asked, gesturing to himself.

"But he created you," Sam argued.

"To him we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind we're next. So help me, huh? Let's all go back to simpler better times. Back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales! So, what do you say? What if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?"

The boys and I were silent, mulling it over in our minds as Crowley watched on. And ever so slowly, Sam took the Colt from his waiting hands.

"You wouldn't happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?" Sam asked him and I snickered at his casual tone.

"Thursday. Birdies tell me he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri," Crowley informed us, holding a glass of alcohol in his hand.

"Great. Thanks," Sam said before lifting up the Colt and aiming it at the demon's head before pulling the trigger.

But the gun didn't go off and Crowley didn't even flinch. Although his eyes did widen a fraction and for a split-second, I thought he may try to kill us. Slowly, Sam put the Colt back down.

"Oh, yeah, right, you probably need some more ammunition," he snapped his fingers, setting his glass down on the table behind him before walking over to grab more ammo for the Colt.

"Excuse me, but aren't you signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?" Dean questioned him.

"Number one, he's gonna wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three, HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T MISS, OKAY?! MORONS!" he shouted at us and I frowned.

"Oh, please. Get a grip!" I hissed, snatching the ammo from Crowley's waiting hand.

The boys turned away then, seeing I was in no danger and we all began to walk back the way we'd come when Crowley grabbed my wrist, spinning me back around. I frowned, glancing up at him. His short, brown hair spilled out over his forehead in thin strands and his brown eyes were cocoa-colored.

"Oh, I almost forgot...." he said, his words suddenly soft as he released my hand from his grip, "It was nice to finally meet you...daughter..."

In a blink of an eye, he was gone - leaving me stunned as I stood in the middle of the darkened living room. I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling my legs buckle beneath me. A pair of strong arms caught me just before I hit the floor and I could just smell the scent of alcohol and pie before everything went dark.