Two Worlds Combine

Chapter 16

DEAN'S POV

After the fire had died down, Sam and I made our way back. I knew what Crowley was up to. And I would be damned if I let Cas's last warning to us be wasted. He had saved our asses so many times before, and I knew it was satisfying to him that his last deed was to save my ass one last time. I had finished grieving for the moment. Now I was just pissed. 

"Can we get to the vault now, please?" I said to Crowley who was smugly sitting on a boulder. He grinned and started walking towards the direction of the vault. Sam and I followed. I leaned over to Sammy and whispered, "What happened with Deanna and Samantha?" He looked at me and shrugged. "Sam was in pretty bad shape so Deanna decided to take her to a hospital." I looked at him like he was stupid, because he was. "Well why the hell didn't you go with them? You're in worse shape than Samantha was." Once again, he shrugged and kept limping on. 

I rolled my eyes. Why did he have to be so stubborn? He reminded me a lot of dad that way. It was annoying. Sam was the last person I had left. At this point, if I lost him, I don't know how I'd come back from it. It'd destroy me. My mission throughout my life was to watch out for Sammy, but now that mission was stronger than ever. I had to keep him safe, no matter the consequence. 

We finally reached the clearing. I could tell by the fact the Mark was burning. Crowley looked at me funny, "Well, Squirrel, don't just stand there. Open it." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "Excuse me? How the hell am I supposed to do that? I don't think the elvish word for friend will help us here." Crowley just rolled his eyes at my reference. He's obviously not a Lord of the Rings fan. Figures. 

"You're the Knight of Hell, smart ass. In case you haven't noticed, you're more powerful than me." Crowley said. I raised my eyebrow and smiled, "Aw, thanks Crowley. Did it physically hurt to say that?" Once again, he rolled his eyes. I walked a couple steps forward, "Alright, let me try something." 

I concentrated on the Mark and it's power. I closed my eyes and put my right hand out. I started to feel something. I didn't know what, but I felt strange. I opened my eyes, that were now gel black. "Fecisti mihi credite, id quod ego opus est ut sic aperi." My eyes went back to normal. What just happened? How the hell did I do that? 

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. The ground underneath my feet began to glow red in the shape of a pentagram and then it started to move downward. Sam and Crowley jumped on. "Dean, how the hell did you do that?" Sam said. I looked at him with my eyes wide. "I have no friggin clue."  I looked back down to my feet. 

We must've went down fifteen feet before we finally came to a stop. The room was dark and dusty. Sam pulled out his flashlight and shined it around. There were all kinds of things down there. And in the corner, just like Cas said, there was a weird looking cage. It was covered with strange symbols I didn't recognize. Sam and I only had to play dumb for a little longer.

"Alright, what exactly do we need?" Sam said. Crowley stepped into the room more and started looking at all the ancient jars. "The eyeball of a golden salamander, Snowdonia Hawkweed, and the grimoire of Sarah Good." 

"Yeah, I have no idea what any of that looks like." I said. I looked at Sam, who seemed confused. "Wait, Sarah Good as in Salem Witch Trials Sarah Good? She was really a witch?" Sam said. Of course he'd know who that was. Where does he learn all this stuff? I thought. 

Crowley was focused on all the jars around him, but he still managed to answer. "Oh, are you kidding me? That broad was the most powerful witch of the 17th century. That is until she managed to kick me out of town because I was making deals. So in return, I spread a little rumor she was a witch. The townspeople did the rest."

Sam and I exchanged looks. Crowley picked up a jar and opened it. "Here's the Snowdonia Hawkweed." He closed the jar and threw it to me. I managed to catch it without effort. He continued to search for what we needed. 

Ten minutes passed by until he found everything we needed for the spell. I had given everything to Sammy to hold. Crowley was still looking around the vault for anything else that might have been valuable. "You know Crowley, after all we've been through, you still try and pull the dumbest shit." I said. Crowley looked up just in time to see me pin him to the wall. 

He gritted his teeth in pain. "Oh, bollocks." he managed to say. I stepped down into the room while Sammy stayed back. "What's the matter, Crowley? It uncomfortable?" My voice was cold and angry. "You really thought it was a good idea to try and trap me? Didn't you just say I was more powerful than you? I mean, why even try it?"

"Because whether you realize it or not, you are dangerous. Listen, Squirrel, before you do something you regret. You may be in control at the moment, but what happens when you aren't? You'll finish the ritual and nothing will be able to hold you. This way you won't be able to do anything utterly horrible." he said.

I squinted my eyes at his excuse. "Oh, and you're just doing that out of the goodness of your heart?" I said with a smirk. I wasn't buying his crap. No matter how much good he claimed to have done, I could never really trust him. He's screwed us over too many times.

"Well, there is a certain something that I would gain. But all in all, yes. The goodness of my bleeding heart." he said with a smirk of his own. I looked back at Sammy, "You bring that stuff back up to the top. I don't want him getting his hands on it. You hear me?" Sammy nodded. I waved my hand, and the platform started to move upwards. 

Sammy seemed a bit startled by the sudden movement. "No, wait. Dean, what about you?" he said. I smiled back at him. "I'll be right up. Okay? Promise." I said. Sammy nodded equipped with his hurt puppy dog eyes. 

Once Sam was gone, I looked back at Crowley. He smiled, "You know, you can't do the spell without me. You don't know it. Without me, you'll be stuck with that side of yourself for eternity. It's now or never, Squirrel." 

I nodded and smiled back, "Yeah, maybe not. I do know one thing though. I know the spell is in the grimoire, or else we wouldn't have needed it." Crowley's smug smile disappeared, "That's what I thought. Now, if we know the spell, I'm pretty sure we can figure it out without you. But if that's the case, then what am I supposed to do with you? I know you're still on human blood, so I don't think you want to die? Do you?"

He slowly shook his head no. I nodded and smiled. I thought about it for a second, and decided to let him down. He fell to his feet, and looked up at me. He looked mad, but what did I care? He brought this on himself. "Now, you gonna behave?" I said with a smile. He slowly nodded and stood up. 

I turned around to bring the platform back down when I heard the hammer of a gun being pulled. I turned around and met a bullet in the shoulder. I fell to the ground in searing pain. "Goddamnit Crowley, you son of a bitch!" He walked over and bent down next to me with that stupid ass smile on his face. God, did I want to punch it off his face.

"Sorry, Dean. No going anywhere with that devil's trap bullet in your shoulder. Now, I am going to help you. But afterwards, I think we are going to agree to a few terms. You should learn by now that I always get I what I want." he said. He stood up and the last thing I saw was his shoe coming towards my face.