Too close

I own nothing of supernatural only my own character Arianna.

Chapter One - The Job

"You found something yet?"

"No, nothing." Sam answered not taking his eyes of his laptop's screen.

Dean walked over to the fridge and took out a beer. It's been almost a week since their last hunt. The constant silence between him and Sam was slowly driving him up against the walls of the bunker.

"Maybe I should give Cas a call. Perhaps he knows of something?" Dean said taking a long sip from his beer.

"Yeah, maybe." Sam answered not even looking up or trying to make eye contact with his brother.

"Hello, boys!"

Dean and Sam both looked up at the same time to see Crowley leaning against the counter with a smirk on his face.

"Miss me?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked as he pulled out the demon-killing knife.

"No need to get all hostile." Crowley replied holding up his hands, his eyes locked on the knife in Dean's hand.

"Did you find the first blade? If not you better get your demon ass out of here before I make good on my promise!" Dean hissed with a disgusting look on his face as he slowly began stalking towards Crowley.

"My, my, but you are in a foul mood today." Crowley replied as he stepped around the counter to put some more distance between him and Dean.

"What do want, Crowley?" Sam asked as he closed his laptop clearly not in the mood for the King of Hell's surprise visit.

"I don't want anything, but I have a job for you... That is if you're interested? "Crowley replied while pouring himself a glass of Graig.

Dean and Sam's eyes met for a second before they both turned their attention back to Crowley taking a long sip from his glass.

"You have a job for us?" Dean let out a chuckle while he shook his head.

"You really have a death wish, don't you?" Dean said as he walked towards Crowley with the demon-killing knife ready to strike.

"Now, now, no need to get rude," Crowley said while backing up further around the counter.

"Just thought, hunting things, saving people is the family business? Or did that somehow change since you and Samantha here are still having a lover's quarrel?"

Dean and Sam's eyes met again.

"Crowley, stop wasting our time and just spit it out." Sam said as he looked away from his brother's guilt ridden eyes.

A huge grin appeared on Crowley's face as he realized that he finally got the Winchester brothers full attention.

He pulled out a chair and made himself comfortable before slowly throwing himself another glass of whiskey.

"Well, I was on my merry way searching for the first blade when I ran into one of Abbadon's little soldiers."

With the mention of Abbadon's name Dean felt himself tense. This cannot be good. He waited for Crowley to continue.

"And as you know little old me, I just couldn't resist the urge to torture the poor bastard. You know, just to see if I could get any useful information out of him." Crowley said while a devilish smirk appeared on his face.

"Okay, just skip the gruesome details and get to the point." Dean said playing with the demon knife. "I'm not in the mood for an epic romance novel."

"Okay, okay! I'll skip to the good part," Crowley replied waving his hands in front of him.

"The little birdie told me that Abbadon's got a new prisoner that she got hold up somewhere. And that this prisoner is gonna be her new weapon in the fight for world domination."

"Weapon? What does that mean?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Couldn't get that out of him or he really didn't know. He just kept going on and on about when the prisoner's was converted to their side, that I would wish I was rather dead. That's when I lost my patients and killed the bastard."

There was a moment of silence as looks went around the room.

"Don't look at me like that! He had it coming! Threatening me, the King of Hell?" Crowley said as he took another sip from his glass.

"So that's it? You torture information of a new weapon out of him and then kill him? And this prisoner is held somewhere?" Dean stated while running his fingers through his hair. "Did it ever cross your mind to maybe try to find out where this prisoner is kept? I mean, hell, somewhere is not a place that I know of."

"Dean! I'm hurt!" Crowley replied while putting his hand over his heart and making a sad face. "Here I thought you know me by now."

Dean gave Crowley an angry look and raised the demon-killing knife again.

"Just saying," Crowley replied while taking his cell phone out of his pocket and started pushing the buttons. "I'm sending you the coordinates. I checked it out myself before coming to you and the place is crawling with Abbadon's soldiers. It might be a good idea if you let feather boy join you on this one."

"So you're not coming with us?" Sam asked as he took Dean's cell phone to look at coordinates.

"I just played my part in this mission. I supply the information and you go get the merchandise." And with that Crowley disappeared.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled rolling his eyes.

"So, what do you think? Should we go check it out?" Sam asked as he turned his laptop toward Dean to show him the location of the coordinates that Crowley gave them.

"It could be a trap."

"No. I don't think Crowley is lying. He's scared of whatever Abbadon has up her sleeve." Dean said as his eyes met Sam's.

"Then I guess you should give Cas a call. Maybe he can meet as there."

"Yes. You can start packing." Dean replied as he scrolled to Castiel's number on his cell phone.