Twelve Hours

11

"Crowley," Sam lowers the flashlight but you keeps yours on the King of Hell. "What are doing here?" Crowley walks towards you guys with his hand in his pockets. "The same as you, moose, looking for Dean." You start to laugh uncontrollably. Both Sam and Crowley stared at you. You doubled over onto your knees and tried to catch your breath. Everytime you had it you began to laugh again. "Yn? Are you okay?" Sam asked you but you waved your hand at him. "What's up with bambi right here?" Crowley asked pointing to you. You were able to catch your breath finally. "Nothing nothing," you stood up and took a few deep breaths. "How many times have I asked you to not call me Bambi? Second, why are looking for dean? Aren't you the one who took him? We killed one your demons." Crowley shifted his feet around. "About that Bambi," he said disregarding thatbyou hate implied you hated your nickname. "You see there may have been some kind of muntiny and hell has been divided in half." "So who runs the other half?" Sam asked. "Please dont tell me they somehow got Lucifer out?" You moaned. "No, the devil is still locked away. He keeps asking for Jack though but I still assume the boy doesnt want anything to do with him." "Jack refuses to allow anyone call Lucifer his dad. But last I heard hes been up in the silver city helping Michael make Angel's." Sam repeated himself. "Who runs the other half?" Crowley signed and looked at you. "They want you, you know. That's why they nabbed Dean." "Answer the damn question Crowley!" You said. "Fine then," Crowley straightened up. "His name is Asmodeus. Prince of Hell." Sam and you exchange looks. "Did you say Prince of Hell?" "Did I mumble moose? Of course I did and he wants YN here since she is the last of Cains direct bloodline." Silence took over the warehouse as youbdigested what Crowley said. "I am what?" You asked. "Cain. The father of murder. His literal blood runs through your veins. His son had a son and he had a son and he had a son and so on." "But why?" Sam asked. "Well Dean killed Cain. Dean became a demon. Dean became a human again. The first blade went missing. Asmodeus found the first blade and wants YN to wield it in the war he has planned for hell and then the world. To do that she needs the mark. And getting said mark without God and his sister is a tough ritual that may end up killing her." "Well we won't let that happen," you say. "We have the colt. Jack and Michael even figured out how to fix the lance you broke to save Cas." Sam and crowley seemed to have ignored you. "Do you know where we can find Asmodeus?" Crowley smirked "as a matter of fact I do. Hes in my house in my throne. I'm on the lamb with my followers." "That's about six to seven hours from here," you say. "We should call cas and have him and Jack and Michael meet us there." "Good," crowley began to walk away. "Thatll give you enough time to get in and save Dean. Cause word on demon street is, Asmodeus plans on killing dean at noon."

❗Dean's POV❗
"Any ideas on how to get out of here?" Dean asked the archangel. "You still have some mojo left. He hasn't been taking it as much." "No shit sherlock," Gabriel said. "Hes been more focused on YN. You've heard them. They want her to bare the mark and be colonel Sanders right hand woman." Dean punched the wall. "That's why we need to get out. They're using me to get to her. And if she doesn't come they're going to kill and I dont stand a chance." Dean went up to Gabriel. They had given them a lamp a few days ago so they can see. "I can't die with her thinking I dont love her." "Then why did you break up with her in the first place? I'm surprised she didnt just kill you." Dean slumped to the ground. "It was to protect her and keep her alive. Whenever we worked a case she never listened and always almost ends up dying. The last case I was pretty close to losing her." "But you still lost her," the angel pointed out. He crawled to the loose brink in the wall and pulled it open. His grace he had been hoarding away from Asmodeus was building up. He waited for the right moment to use it. "But shes still alive," dean said slowly. "We really need to-" "shhhh," gabriel perked up. Dean couldn't hear anything. Gabriel held a hand to his head. "Woah! I haven't heard that in forever." "Was that what I think it was?" Dean asked. "Angel radio? Yeah. First, my douchebag brother michael is alive and out of the cage. Second, this was a call to go back home. It's going to get ugly. Apparently Sam and YN are headed here to get you out."