Lucifer's angel

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Dean banged on door. "Come on."

"Hey, hey, hey! All right! Wait! I'm gonna open it. " Sam spoke, letting Dean out.

"What happened?" Dean grumbled.

"Nothing." Sam sighed.

"My ass." Dean grumbled again.

"Dean, I'm fine."

"Yeah? And what about Brady?" Dean spoke, maybe a little too intense.

Sam sighed again. "Like you said...We need him."

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"God. The day I've had. Good news. You're going to live forever." Crowley spoke, forming out of nowhere.

"What did you do?" Brady asked.

"Went over to a demons' nest --had a little massacre. Must be losing my touch, though -- Let one of the little toads live. Oops. Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are --wait for it --Lovers in league against Satan." Crowley chuckled, to which Brady responded with a sigh.

"Hello, darling. So, now Death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal-torment list with little old me." Crowley continued.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. No." Brady spoke in despair.

"Something else we have in common --apart from our torrid passion, of course --Craven self-preservation. So, now, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is at?" Crowley smiled, which fell at a far off howl.

"Oh, God, Crowley." Brady mumbled.

"Was that a hellhound?" Dean spoke, entering the room.

"I'd say yeah." Crowley spoke.

" Why was that a hellhound?" Dean pushed. Crowley groaned, and pulled out a coin from inside one of his jacket pockets.

"What's that?" Sam asked, he had followed Dean into the room.

"Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?" Crowley spoke.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Demons planted one on me." Crowley grumbled.

"You're saying a hellhound followed you here?" Sam spoke, worry evident in his tone.

"Well, technically, he followed this." Crowley spoke, being a smartass.

"Get me out of here. I'll tell you anything you want." Brady begged.

"Shut up." Sam hissed.

"Okay, well, then we should go." Dean mumbled.

"Sorry, boys. No one knows more about the hounds than I. You're long past the point of 'go.'" Crowley spoke, tossing the coin to Dean who caught it as Crowley disappeared.

"Damn it." Dean growled.

"I told you!" Sam spoke.

"oh, well, good for you. Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen." Dean mocked.

"I'll watch Brady." Sam spoke.

Brady scoffed. "watch me? Get me the hell out of here!"

The howling and snarling continued as Dean found the salt but before he could get to it the window, it shattered as the Hellhounds broke through.

Dean began firing shotgun rounds at the hellhounds. "Sammy!"

"Salt?" Sam called out.

"Damn it, get me out of here!" Brady begged.

"Shut up!" Sam and Dean shouted in unison.

"Great. Just great." Brady spoke, sarcasm heavy.

"Hey!" Crowley spoke, forming out of nowhere as he always did.

"You're back?" Dean spoke, almost in disbelief.

"I'm invested. Currently." Crowley spoke as the hellhound barked.

"Stay!" Crowley spoke firmly.

"You can control them?" Dean rose a brow.

"Not that one." Crowley pointed behind Dean. "I brought my own." Crowley pat the hellhound beside him. "Mine's bigger. Sic him, boy!" Hellhound barking and growling rang through the room as the hellhounds fought each other.

"Go, go go go!" Dean urged.

"I'll wager $1,000 my pup wins." Crowley smirked, exiting the house last.

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Brady handed Crowley a piece of paper. "Yeah. I'm sure pestilence will be there. Thanks."

"What do you think?" Dean muttered.

"It's good. You got no reason to lie, have you? Like I said before, you're in my boat now." Crowley smirked.

"You've screwed me --for eternity." Brady hissed.

"Nah. Won't last that long. Trust me." Crowley smirked still as he followed Dean down the alley past Sam who stood, staring at Brady.

"Where are you going?" Brady spoke, with a hint of worry in his voice. Dean bent down and began to pour a salt-line behind Sam.

"I'm going to do you a favor.I expect we'll be in touch." Crowley spoke, aimed at Sam. Dean let Crowley pass, then closed the salt-line.

"What is this?" Brady spoke, confused.

"All those angels, all those demons, all those sons of bitches --They just don't get it, do they, Sammy?" Dean smirked.

"No, they don't, Dean."

" You see, Brady...We're the ones you should be afraid of." Dean continued, to which Brady answered with a scoff. Sam continued closer to Brady with Ruby's knife.

"I bet this is a real moment for you, big boy. Gonna make you feel all better?" Brady mocked.

"It's a start." Sam spoke.

"Gonna make up for all the times that we yanked your chain --Yellow eyes, Ruby, me? But it wasn't all our fault, was it? No, no, no, no. You're the one who trusted us. You're the one who let us into your life, let us whisper in your ear over and over and over again. Ever wonder why that is, Sammy? Ever wonder why we were so in your blind spot? Maybe it's because we got the same stuff in our veins and, deep down, you know you're just like us." Brady lunged at Sam and Sam nicked him with the blade.

"Aaah!" Brady panted. "maybe you hate us so much because you hate what you see every time you look in the mirror. You ever think of that?!" Brady laughed. "maybe the only difference between you and a demon...is your hell is right here."

Sam stabbed Brady hard in the stomach until he died. "interesting theory." Sam muttered, walking out the alley, past Dean.