Heavy halo | Supernatural

Ya dun goofed

Chapter I

"Hello, boys. " He addressed them, his tone flat when he spoke.

"Here's the deal, you tell us how to hack an angel and we give you some of the good stuff." He proposed as he held up a syringe. "human blood," he patted his arm. "straight from the tap."

"Please, I'll pass." Crowley tilted his head as his gaze moved behind the two.

"Then what do you want?" The angel squinted at the demon. 

"For starters, a massage - body gets a little stiff in restraints," His gaze moved back to the angel.

Dean's face scrunched together as he put the syringe away. "I ain't rubbing you."

"I don't want your hands. Get Kevin, his small hands will do wonders." Crowley smirked.

"Kevin is dead."

"Oh," Crowley said, his smirk dropping bit by bit. Dean just stared at the wall, his jaw clenching. "Sorry to hear that."

"Don't try to pretend that you care, you tried to kill him!" Castiel growled.

"kill him? I was the only person that tried to warn him," he looked up at the angel. "who tried to tell him to run."

"from what?" Dean asked him.

"You." Crowley squinted his eyes at the hunter. "I want something if I'm going to help you with your little problem. A phone call."

"to who?" Dean crossed his arms.

"Backup." The king of hell smiled.

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Dean and Castiel had decided to stand guard in the war room, making sure they were close when the mystery person arrived. Crowley had sealed his lips when it came to who they were. They had left him in the room, chained to the chair, just as a precaution.

A flutter of wings echoed in the bunker and their eyes roamed the room, their weapons ready. Their eyes met with her sunken ones. She was clad in mostly black - leather jacket, a grey T-shirt with holes in various places, black hoodie, black jeans, and to top it off black dr martens. Her hair stuck up in all kinds of places, almost like she had been to the rave of her life right before she came.

She let out a breath in relief. "Oh, thank fuck that I turned up in the right place." She turned for the stairs. Only she didn't walk down them gracefully, as she'd hoped.

Instead, she yelped as she tripped on the first step and tumbled the whole way down. A grunt escaping her lips every time her back met with a stairstep. she landed on her back at the end of the stairs or beginning depending on where you stood.

She looked around the bunker, or she tried to, her vision limited with her position. "Damn, I had forgotten how nice this place is." She grunted as she got up on her feet, her head spinning. She looked up at the two men who looked at her bewildered.

She stared at the man in the trenchcoat, an odd sense of familiarity spread throughout her. He was so familiar to her, almost like she had known him before. She pointed at him. "Heaven, right?"

He knew damn well who she was and what she meant by that, although confusion hung over him like a cloud - how the hell did she get in such a bad shape? "What happened to you?"

She gave him a toothy grin as she started walking away from the pair, paying no mind to the hunter. She stumbled as she walked. Dean grabbed her arm as she tried to walk past him. "Who the hell are you?"