I Am Complete

CHAPTER 27

SAM'S POV:

"You're telling me that you've never eaten rhubarb pie, yet you consider yourself a pie aficionado? " Andy asks, taking a sip of her beer. "Rhubarb is a vegetable, so therefore rhubarb pie isn't really pie." Dean argues. Cas and I look on as the two continue their debate. "Pies don't contain vegetables. If it has vegetables, it's not a pie." Andy raises an eyebrow. "Then why does it have pie in the name?" Dean is about to give his rebuttal when Crowley appears on the table. Andy jumps back, almost knocking over her chair. She has her gun trained on him before I can even blink.

"Moose, call off your guard please." Crowley says, gesturing towards Andy. "What do you want, Crowley." I growl. "Tame your girlfriend first, please. I really don't want to be shot today. I'm wearing my nice suit." I look at Andy. She reluctantly lowers the gun. Crowley steps down from the table and straightens his suit. "You humans have terrible manners." He mutters. Andy slides the gun into her waistband. "This is Crowley? The Crowley, king of Hell?" Crowley nods. "The one and only." he says proudly. Andy looks him up and down. "I thought you'd be... scarier." I have to fight back a laugh. Only Andy would say something like that to the king of Hell.

Crowley glances at her. "Another disrespectful human. Just what I needed." Dean crosses his arms and glares at Crowely. "What do you want?" he asks gruffly. Crowley rolls his eyes. "What, no hello, how are you? I'm offended, squirrel. I thought we were better friends than this." Dean just glares harder. "What do you want?" he repeats. "I'm doing great, thank you. And I've come here because I need your little group to do me a favor." I walk closer to Crowley. "And why would we do you any favors?" Crowley smiles at me, tilting his head. "Maybe because I've saved your lives more times than I can count? Anyway. I need you to hunt someone down for me."

"Who exactly do you want us to hunt?" Andy asks. "Djall got loose." Dean gives him a look of pure confusion. "Who?" Crowley sighs. "Djall, the Albanian version of the devil. Basically Lucifer but without all the power. Some idiot demons accidentally let him loose, and now he wants to do evil. Pretty straightforward, nothing too serious." I look at him with disbelief. "So, Lucifer's cousin is on the loose. That seems pretty serious to me." Crowley waves a hand. "He's the knock off Lucifer. You should be able to take him down easy. Just kill him, make it easier on all of us. He just takes up space." Kill a devil. Like that could be easy.

"And how do we kill him?" Castiel asks. "With your demon blade, he's basically just a demon with a few extra upgrades." That makes things a bit better. "Where is he?" Dean questions. "I have no clue where he is. I suppose my mother will have to help with that." His face sours on the word mother. "Mother? As in birthed and raised you mother?" Andy's eyes are wide with surprise. "Birthed, yes. Raised, no." Crowley snaps his fingers and Rowena appears next to him, a cup of tea in her hand. "Fergus, what have I told you about summoning me without warning?" she hisses, her accent thick. "It's Crowley." Rowena ignores him, taking a sip of her tea.

"Hello, Winchesters, angel-" she pauses, looking Andy up and down. "Who is this? Don't believe we've met." Andy gives a small wave. "Hi. Andy." Rowena smiles. "About time you added a woman to your little boys club." Andy smiles a bit. "They needed someone with actual skill on their team." she jokes. Rowena wags her finger at Andy. "I like this one." She sets her cup down on the table, a faint ring already appearing underneath it. "What is it exactly that you want? I'm a busy woman." Dean looks at Crowely, willing him to explain. "I need you to hunt down Djall for me. Use your spells and whatnot to find him, and then you can be on your merry way." Rowena frowns at him.

"I'm not going to do this for free, you know. A witch requires something in return." She points her gaze at Crowley. "If you don't do this, I'll kill you. I think your life is a worthy trade." Rowena considers for a moment. "Seems reasonable. Where should I work? And Who's bringing me my stuff?" Looks like we're working with a witch again. Wonderful.