Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 6

Caged Heat: Part Three

No time turned into a lot of time because Samuel has nothing on Crowley. His locked office is filled with a bunch of shit and information that has nothing to do with you. You're at his desk, Sam and Castiel are on the right side searching through the bookcase, and Dean is on the left side looking through some old boxes. Most of the drawers are locked, but your magic is no match for it. You get into all of the drawers easily, but nothing inside can help you.

"There is nothing here that is going to help us," you sigh and lean back on the chair.

"There has to be something. Samuel has been working for Crowley for the better part of a year. He must know something," Dean states.

"If I knew, I wouldn't tell you," Samuel says from the door with a gun in his hands.

Everyone turns to stare at the man, but the older Winchester bounces back from this faster than everyone else.

"You're our grandfather," Dean tries to play the family card.

"Samuel, I'm gonna get my soul back,"

"Who says you can get it back?"

"Me."

"Look, I'd like to help, but I'm sorry," Samuel sighs.

"It's your grandson's soul," Dean accuses.

"I can't."

"It's my daughter's uncle's soul," you state and stand up, putting a hand on your stomach as you smooth out your shirt to show you're pregnant.

"You're pregnant?" he whispers painfully. When you nod, he just looks away painfully. "I'm sorry."

"What is wrong with you? Do you wanna work for Crowley? Cas, can you give us a minute?" The Angel disappears to give you a family meeting. "We're your blood. Y/N is pregnant with your great-grandchild. But if you don't wanna help us I can't make you. I just gotta know why. What is Crowley holding over you? You owe us that."

Samuel looks at you and then at your stomach before sighing. He takes out a picture from his wallet and shows you three a picture of his daughter when she was younger—the version that you met.

"Mom?" Dean whispers emotionally.

"He's gonna give her back to me."

"Crowley's gonna bring mom back from the dead?"

"You tell me you don't want her back. Go ahead, I'm waiting." Dean stares at the picture but doesn't say anything. "You know, the one difference between us is that you know how to live without her."

"I know how you feel," you state, but he cuts you off.

"No, you don't. She's my daughter, and she's dead, and I can do something about it."

"Of course, I understand, Samuel! I would give anything to bring my first kid back! If someone told me that they would bring her back, I'd do anything to make that happen. But this is Crowley we're talking about! He can't ever be trusted! You know this! Do you really think he's going to make good here?"

"He brought Sam back! And me!"

"Trust me, don't go down that road," you shake your head.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, stop trying. It's gonna go nowhere good. Samuel, I know we've had our differences, but I'm like family, I'm carrying your great-grandchild, and I'm telling you that this is wrong for so many reasons."

"You know she's right," Dean backs you up.

"You hypocrite!"

"We're asking you to learn from our mistakes! Doing this is how the bad guy gets us every time. It's our Achilles' heel. Apparently, it runs in the family. We will figure something else out. Okay?"