All You Did was Save my Life

Getting Some Answers

            Dean stared at the demon standing before him.

            “What’s going on with my brother?” Dean asked.

            “Why should I tell you anything?” the demon said.

            “Because if ya don’t we’ll exercise ya right here,” Bobby said from behind the demon and she rolled her eyes.

            “Look, none of us know who pulled your brother from the pit,” she said.

            “Bull!” dean shouted.

            “It’s the truth!” she yelled back, “But whoever did it, you better stop looking for them.”

            “Why the hell’s that?” Dean asked.

            “Because whoever did it pulled him from Lucifer’s cage, but left Lucifer and Michael there. Whoever did it must’ve been pretty powerful.”

            “Who would know who did it?’ Dean asked.

            “Didn’t you hear what I just said?” she screamed, “They’re powerful! Forget about it!”

            Dean nodded to Bobby who began the exorcism.

            “Fine!” she screamed, “Fine! Crowley! Talk to Crowley! He’ll know who did it!”

            “Who the hell’s Crowley?” Dean asked and the demon smirked at him.

            “The King.”

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            Later that night, Dean was lying on the couch with his arm over his eyes, snoring softly. He and Bobby had been researching Crowley all day and found nothing. He was woken suddenly as his phone rang loudly by his ear.

            “H-Hello?” he stammered tiredly.

            “Dean?”

            “Cas? How are you? How’re the boys? I’ve been worried,” Dean said quickly.

            “We’re all fine,” Cas replied, “Well, Gabriel hasn’t could out of his room yet, Balthazar and I are going to try tomorrow…”

            “He’ll come around,” Dean said softly, “This has been hard for everyone.”

            “I know,” Cas replied slowly, “Dean, I’m sorry, but we haven’t found anything. Balthazar and I have been looking, but there’s nothing as to what’s going on with Sam…”

            “Actually Cas, me and Bobby might have something,” Dean said, “It’s not much, just a name, but we don’t even know if it’s real. We haven’t found the guy yet.”

            “What is it? Cas asked. “Who is it?”

            “Demon told us to look for a guy called Crowley. Said he’s the king and if anyone would know who pulled Sam from the pit, he would.”

            “The king of what?” Cas asked.

            “Demons I guess,” Dean shrugged.

            “Let me come with you,” Cas said immediately.

            “Cas…”

            “Dean, you and Bobby cannot go after the King of Demons alone,” Cas said, “I’m coming with you.

            “We don’t even know where he is!” Dean exclaimed, but Cas had already hung up. Dean slammed his phone down and closed his eyes, wishing he hadn’t woken up in the first place.