Being Alone (D. Winchester)

The Third Trial

At the bunker. a few days later. 

My phone rang and i answered it annoyed "Why the hell does every time you call the number 666 show up under ID?"

Crowley "Hello to you too, princess. You have less than one minute before a very dear, attractive, and slightly tipsy friend of yours snuffs it."

I put him on speaker.

Dean " Call it off, Crowley. "

Crowley " Because? "

Dean "Because it's over, you son of a bitch. We want to deal. "

Crowley " 30 seconds."

Dean " We stop the trials, and you stop the killing. "

Crowley "I want the Demon Tablet -- the whole Demon Tablet. "

I sighed "Fine, but then the Angel Tablet comes to us. "

Crowley "On what grounds? "

Dean "On the grounds that you're a douche bag and no douche bag should have that much power. Deal or not?"

Crowley " First, I need to hear two little words -- I surrender. "

Dean looks at me. 

On the road. 

Dean pulled up behind Kevin's car. 

we got out and walked over to Kevin who was digging up something. I looked up and looked at the sign that was over him. A picture of a devil and it had the words "Dave & Paul's Chili Pot Restaurant" written on it. 

Kevin took the demon tablet out. 

Dean raised his eyebrows " You hid the Demon Tablet underneath the devil? Seriously? "

Kevin shrugged "What? I was delirious. "

He placed both pieces of the broken tablet together and they rebound into a complete tablet. 

Then he gave it to me "You sure this is gonna work? "

I sighed "What choice do we have? "

Dean handed Kevin the key to the bunker "All right, listen, this is a secret lair. You understand me? No keggers. "

Kevin sighed  "I don't have any friends. DEAN"

Dean nodded "Yeah, well, just lay low. Who knows? You'll be a mathlete again before you know it. "

Kevin nodded "You're doing the right thing. "

I took a deep breath "Let's hope that"

Back Home. 

Dean pulled over at my old parking lot. Dad's old junk yard. 

I got out of the Impala and looked around.