"Son Of A Witch"

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Prosperity.Indiana. Night.

We walked into a house and looked around.

Dean "Sam. Elena"

We walked over there. The woman's head had been stuck into the oven. Kinda like Hansel and Gretel style with the old creepy lady. 

Sam "Is that...Jenny? "

Dean nodded "You were a great gal, Jenny Klein. "

My phone rang again.

I answered.

Crowley "Hey."

I asked irritated " What the hell are you doing, Crowley?"

Crowley " Hey. Oh, princess, isn't it obvious? I'm killing everyone you've ever saved -- the damsels in distress, the innocent whippersnappers, the would-be vampire chow -- all of them"

Me "How do you even know -- "

Crowley " I have my sources and a cracking research team. When you three hit a town, you tend to leave a mess. Now, you're probably wondering why my droogs aren't in there giving you the bum's rush, so let's brass these tacks, shall we? I'm gonna gut one person every 12 hours until you bring me the Demon Tablet and stop this whole trials nonsense. "

Me "We don't have the tablet. Kevin took it and -- "

Crowley "I took Kevin. Then someone took him back. Word from the cloud is that it wasn't Heaven. So either the cutest little Prophet in the world is with you two lads,or you better find him tout-bloody-suite because time, she is a-wasting. About now, you're thinking of ways to stop me. You won't be able to, but you'll try because that's what you do. You -- you try. So, time for an object lesson. Indianapolis, the Ivy Motel, room 116. You have 57 minutes. "



At Sarah's place.

Dean and i walked inside.

Sarah and Sam were already in there.

Dean nodded " Sarah, long time. What you doing in Indy? "

Sarah " I...was scouting an estate sale for my dad. "

Sam " Look, we're gonna put Devil's Traps everywhere -- the windows, the door. We've got holy water, an exorcism ready to play on a loop, and anything that comes through that door -- it's meat. Look, I know this is insane,but insane is kind of what we do. We'll keep you safe. "

Sarah nodded "Okay. "

I asked confused " Okay? That's it? "

Sarah nodded " You've done it before. "

---

Dean and i were painting demons sigils on the walls and windows while Sam was comforting Sarah.

Suddenly Sarah's phone rang.

I answered " Crowley. "

Crowley " Five... Four... Trois... Zwei... ...uno. "

I looked ground. Noting happened.

Suddenly Sarah started to gasp for air.

Sam panicked "Hrah! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Can you hear me? Sarah! "

she was on the ground.

Crowley "She's dying, and there's nothing you can do about it. "

Me "You son of a bitch! "

Crowley "Son of a witch, actually. My mommy taught me a few tricks."

Sam "It's a spell. Find the hex bag."

Dena and Sam went to find the hexbag. They took the whole room apart. 

Crowley "I thought of sending in a few of my bruisers, really letting them go to town. But then, well, trial one was kill a Hellhound. Trial two was rescue a soul from the pit. So, from here on, I'm gonna keep everything hell-related -- demons, et cetera -- away from you. Safe side and all that -- plus, I just thought it seemed fitting. From what I understand, Sammy took that bird's breath away. What's the line? Saving people, hunting things -- the family business. Well, I think the people you save, they're how you justify your pathetic little lives. The alcoholism, the collateral damage, the pain you've caused -- the one thing that allows you to sleep at night, the one thing is knowing that these folks are out there, still out there happy and healthy because of you, you great, big, bloody heroes. "

Sam kneeled down to her "Hey! Hey! Hey! You're gonna be okay. "

Crowley "They're your life's work, and I'm going to rip it apart piece by piece because I can, because you can't stop me, and because when they're all gone, what will you have left? "

Sam shook his head " No. No, no, no. No. No, please, no. "

she stopped breathing.

Crowley " You want to keep those people alive. I want complete and utter surrender. The tablet, the trials -- you'll give them up, or we'll keep doing this dance. Your choice, my darlings. "

Then he hung up.

Sam sat back, shocked.

Dean growled.

I threw the phone against the wall and froze. The hexbag was in there.



At the bunker.

I asked Sam "You okay? "

Sam "What do you think?"

I sighed " Look, I know it's bad right now, okay, but we stick to the plan. We shut down Hell. "

Sam " How, exactly? "

Dena "We get a demon -- "

Sam "You heard Crowley. He's not gonna let onenear us, and without a demon, all we can do is sit back and watch people we know, people we saved, die like Sarah. "

Dean "So what are you saying? "

Sam "I'm saying... Maybe this isn't one we can win. Maybe we should just take the deal. "

Dean "We'll figure this out. We will. Man, we'll get it done. We'll kick it in the ass like we always do. Are you with me?"



In my room.

I saw Dean walking past my room and i jumped up and rushed out of my room "Dean"

He turned to me "yeah?"

Me "So you can forgive Sam and not me? That's not fair"

Dean nodded "I forgave him. Wanna know why? Because he did something stupid out of love. you and i have both done stupid things for each other because we were in love"

Me "Dean, if i could turn back time to that one night...."

He nodded, looking down "i know. I know, Elena"


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