Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

7.1

"Very funny," Sam spat, eying the demon tablet like he was holding back from pouncing on it to grab it.

"Is it?" Suddenly Crowley was standing in front of me. He put a hand on my wrist to place the demon tablet in my arms.

"Get your filthy-" I started, but he backed away with his hands up in surrender in the same second.

"See? No tricks." I furrowed my eyebrows, annoyed because the rock got dust on my jacket but Cas was holding out his hands to take it from me.

He inspected it for a few seconds before concluding,"It's real."

"Are you positive?" Sam asked, eyeing Crowley.

"Absolutely."

"Alright, let's bounce." Dean ordered.

"Hey! You can't just-we were going to talk about this!" But Sam, Dean and Cas were turning around.

I spared Crowley one last look, but he didn't look like he was defeated at all. In fact, he was wearing a victorious smile. His eyes didn't leave me once as he snapped his fingers and disappeared, but a small blood red card appeared in my hands.

It read:

666

Just in case, Princess.

-The King

****

When Cas zapped us back to the bunker, Dean was already shouting.

"What the hell was that?"

It took me a second to realize that he was shouting at me.

"Oh-uh...Cas is an angel and he can-"

"That's not what I mean. We let you go out for a second and you go running to Crowley?"

"Alright, let's get one thing straight: you don't let me do anything. And I needed answers. Since the only extra celestial being I knew freaked out and bailed I went to the best next thing."

"The King of Hell!" Dean's voice rang throughout the library.

"Apparently so!" I shouted back just as loud.

"Dean." Sam warned his brother. Dean glared at me for a second longer before he turned around and started angrily unloading his shot gun.

"What's that?" Sam nodded to the card in my hands.

"It's nothing," I threw the card on the table. "Crowley gave it to me when we left." Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

I rolled my eyes, "I won't go running to Crowley."

"I've known you for two days, and you've said that once before and it literally happened the next day," Dean was still shouting.

He was right. So I used the only defense I could use. "I sold my soul so your brother would feel better."

"Th-thank you-" Sam started.

"No, Sam-" I sighed. "You don't have to keep thanking me. It's okay, really."

"No, it's not! You're going to hell in ten years!" Dean shouted.

"So, what, you just want to argue, is that it?" I crossed my arms. "Because I can argue. For instance, who the hell gave you permission to bug my truck? Who the hell gave you permission to go through my bag and take my keys? And how many times do I have to hint that I am starving before someone offers me that left over take out again!"