Fighting Chance

Fancy A Chat?

*Dean's POV*

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My eyes shot open. Something was wrong. I have this nagging feeling deep in my gut that something's off.  It's almost as if we're being watched. April is still asleep, body snuggled up against mine, breathing shallow breaths. Sam's so out  I don't know if anything could wake him up. Still not feeling comfortable, I slowly pulled the blankets up and gingerly got out of bed.

I rooted around in my bag until I found my Colt 1911 A1 and Ruby's knife. Checking every place in our room and still finding nothing, I decided to look around outside and see if there was anything wacky out there. I slipped on some shoes and slid on my favorite leather jacket then walked out the door. I circled the whole motel 3 times and there was no sign of anything supernatural around; there were only humans and the occasional mutt.

Deciding that there was no viable threat around I started walking back to the room. All of the sudden I knew who was here. He actually decided to show his smug little English face to me of all people.

"Hello Dean. Fancy a chat?" I turned around so I could be sure to see him.

"Crowley, you son of a bitch. I've been looking for you. Why are you here all of the sudden? My charm too much to resist?" I was getting a little agitated. He thinks he can just show up whenever he wants.

"That's no way to treat an old friend squirrel. I just wanted to tell you something." His gruff voice seemed calm and collected. It's almost like he knows but doesn't care that I've been working on a way to really kill him.

"I'm not in a mood to chat with a puff chested, sarcastic, dick bag demon with an inflated ego right now. Maybe you should come back later or you can leave a message with my secretary." I silently prayed to Cas to come down here, but to stay inviso-man till I give him a sign.

"Alright just listen then. Your little hunter friend in there wasn't at the bar by coincidence. You didn't just run into her by the grace of your God Dean. Just remember that." Then he was gone. Nothing else to say he just poofed away to God knows where.

"Okay Cas, you can come out now." I called out to the air. It was pretty nippy out here and I just wanted to get inside. I heard the light flutter of wings that I had grown so accustomed to and watched Cas appear. He was wearing his classic get up: trench coat over a suit.

"Dean who was Crowley talking about?" The king of hell was less that 10 feet away from us and the only thing he could think of was to ask me about April. I can not believe him right now!

"April, our dads hunted together a lot when Sammy and I were little. When they would go on a hunt they would ship us all off to Bobby's house. Why does it matter who April is? Damn it! Crowley was right here...RIGHT HERE.....and you didn't do anything to try and get him. You could have used some angel mojo and caught him or you could have tried to smite him, but you didn't. What happened Cas? We finally had an opportunity to catch this mother and you just let him go? Come on man."

"Dean you know just as well as I do that we should listen to Crowley. If he said that it wasn't chance that you found this girl, then it wasn't. You know that there is no such thing as a coincidence; Everything is fated."

"Obviously this is just another game Cas! He is just trying to throw us off since we're so close to finding him! He's grasping at straws and it's not gonna work. You're still gonna try to find a way for us to gank him for good, and Sam and I are going to keep our ears open to anything that sounds like Crowley. Okay? I checked April and she was clean. I got her with a silver knife and nothing happened. So go do your angel thing an i'll do whatever I can down here. If you find anything let me know." I really can't believe that Cas thinks Crowley is telling the truth. Not once has he ever told us what is really happening without trying to get what he wants. In this case, what is that?