It's been over a few months now ever since you've encountered Crowley, you kept yourself occupied by travelling around the States with the Winchesters solving tedious supernatural cases here and there against your will, considering Sam didn't want to leave you alone in the Bunker in case Crowley came back with a vengeance. During the first month you've decided to dust off the old Charger that's been locked away in the Bunker's garage for ages, with the intention to keep it maintained for further missions. Dean helped you gut out the original trunk and managed to set up a few built-in Devil's traps along with a simple display case full of weapons, salt, and knives; identical to the same one they have in the back of the Impala. Sam also talked Dean into installing a Bluetooth system into his car during the long highway drives so that way all of you can keep in touch. Of course Dean was heavily against it for a long time, but eventually he settled down on the idea once he realized how easy it is to use, that and there would be no way of contacting you on the road without it.
Your eyes gaze around the empty grocery aisle, the boys put you in charge of stocking up on food for the next couple of days since Garth got in contact with you about the new prophet recently. Sam eventually told him and Dean about the Eleventh Commandment and Garth's been buried inside his books for well over a week. Sam said that we should head up to see him anyways, since nothing else has really popped up around town, or any other States that's near us for that matter.
You also haven't quite gotten the hang of having emotions either, you can feel every stupid pulse your heart fires off at the most random times; especially around Dean which is frustrating. Dean finds it hilarious and teases you about it none the less, lately he's been more relaxed around you which eased your mind from previous events and arguments the two of you had before. Ever since your soul got restored, the simple black and white vision you had previously became illuminated with colour; everything around you seems more lifelike than before, and the fake empathy you had for others fills up with real, raw feeling giving your words and actions a purpose instead of a charity act.
Your fingers grasp a few bottles of apple juice from the shelf, still consciously watching the random strangers that are shopping around you from the corner of your eye. Even though none of you have stumbled across Crowley or his Demons yet, it's still a good idea to stay on your toes in case he does end up showing himself one day. Ever since you hit him where it hurts none of you have heard anything since; let alone see any Demons roaming around anywhere for that matter, which is highly unsettling. Your eyes cautiously skim across the few random people scattered about in the aisle, mindlessly shopping for their own needs while keeping to themselves. You notice the small details, how the man closest to you has a stuffy nose and continuously sniffles, and the two women just a little bit past him are having a small discussion on what to make for dinner while standing in front of the pasta. Usually Demons watch their prey from afar, and follow them until they're alone and so far nobody suspicious appears to be watching you.
Your mind wanders back to Crowley, and how you felt that strange connection with him despite being a reincarnation of his 'ex lover,' or whatever that was all about. In the end you still don't know why he tried so hard to get you back, you have your suspicions considering the fact that you were only doing what you felt was right in order to get out information for Sam, and Crowley ended up spewing heartfelt words in your direction afterwards.
After a few minutes of glancing around you begin to walk down the aisle with the small shopping basket loosely hanging between your fingers. So far you've found a few pies for both you and Dean, cookies, and cheap handmade subs, as well as a few jars of instant coffee despite Dean's complaints on it tasting like 'burnt ass,' and a few bottles of water. Sam didn't give you a list of items to go by, instead he just said to grab whatever that will hold everyone off until they reach the cheap motel in another State to the east, and frankly you don't even know what to get since you've never been on shopping duty; it was always Sam, and an extremely rare chance of Dean saying fuck it and coming home with burgers late at night.
You continue to look at the shelves lined with canned foods, debating on grabbing a few before realizing that there isn't any can openers in the Impala and Charger and you really don't feel like buying one. Casually you move away from that aisle with your mind on autopilot, skimming across the crowds of people to notice anything out of line, and begin walking past a small group of people who seem oddly strange behavior-wise standing next to a small display stand with bread.
Everything fires off in your head, even their body language gives it away that they don't particularly fit in this timeline. Your eyes begin to dart around the aisle in an attempt to map out an escape route in case things go sour, your fingers twitch a little next to your pocket where the demon knife is. A sudden urge to drop your basket and walk out overwhelms you at this moment; usually it's the fight part instead of flight that you normally get, but for some reason something else is telling you to just run.
Their gaze pierces yours with a warning, sending a chill down your spine. Without thinking you whip around and lock onto their gaze, nodding towards your pocket while flashing the handle of the demon knife as a warning as well followed by a slight snicker aimed towards them. They quickly back off and glance somewhere else; pretending that they never even laid eyes on you, as you carry on your way to the checkout.
Clearly they must've been Demons, if they were a gang they would've jumped you by now. Maybe you should call Sam right now and let him know because it's been over three months since either of you have even seen one roaming around. You reach into your pocket once more, pulling out your phone and calling his number praying silently for him to pick up; and soon, before they notice you on the phone. The phone rings against your ear, you count the number of times it goes off while losing hope with each passing tone, eventually you hear Sam's voice, with Dean's in the background complaining about an argument the both of you had yesterday over which city to stop in first since there's been multiple reports across the State.
"There you are! You should've been back half an hour ago—" Just as Sam began to berate you for being late, you manage to cut him off with your hushed tone. "They're here." The words barely escape your lips, while your eyes stay locked onto the small group who begin to notice your phone out and quietly shift their attention over towards you.
Your heart hammers inside your chest, you know that they can't advance on you in public; which means that you can't do the same either.
A long pause emits from the speaker while hearing Dean slam his hand against the steering wheel of his car in a small fit of rage, followed by a few mumbled words being exchanged by the two of them. "Get out of there now, we're on our way. Get on the highway and call us in five minutes." He hangs up hastily, leaving you alone in the store with four Demons eyeing you.
You almost forgot how to deal with them considering you haven't fought a Demon in a long time. You notice their eyes flicker to a coal black for a split second before returning to the normal colour of their host's eyes, as well as a few more background customers beginning to show a few demonic possession traits. Wonderful.
Quickly you scurry over to the self checkout, glancing behind your back every so often to make sure there's a good distance between you and them. Usually you wouldn't have a problem taking them on, however you can only take on two at a time; four is just asking for you to get your ass kicked or worse, kidnapped.
After paying for your items you grab the few bags and hightail it out of the store, glancing back once more to make sure they're not following you. The gloomy morning drizzles a little with rain, and the skies are grey as can be as you cross the small intersection in front of the store to get to your car. The parking lot is half empty this morning, thankfully you parked close to the store's entrance to avoid the rain. The second you reach your car you swing around to the trunk, looking over your shoulder to make sure nobody's around before opening it or else you'd have to deal with the police again, and the first time wasn't fun.
You slightly wedge it open enough to reach for your shotgun with a few carved bullets loaded inside, as well as a small box of carved bullets near the edge. You slam the trunk behind you, storing the gun away quickly on the passenger's side, as well as tossing the grocery bags in the backseat. Luna jumps wide awake from the sound of the bags hitting the spot just inches away from where she was sleeping, she angrily glares at you with hatred before comfortably moving herself on top of the ruffling bags, promptly curling up and falling asleep again.
Your heart still races wildly, if they followed you it could be bad, but if they tell Crowley you're alone then you're basically screwed at that point; there's no telling what he'll do to you. You slam the door and sit in the driver's side, glancing towards the store's entrance for a few seconds before dialing the boys once more using the car's phone. As the phone rings you start the ignition and begin pulling out of the parking lot, heading towards the main road during the light rainfall.
Your mind races, thoughts about Crowley begin to enter your mind and the undying rage he probably has for you ever since you toyed with him months ago. After everything that happened you didn't want to make enemies with him, it just sort of happened that way. Your right hand moves towards the stereo, The House of the Rising Sun begins to play throughout the car while you turn on the windshield wipers, creating a steady rhythm and a few watery streaks to appear across your line of sight, which is better than being covered with tiny raindrops.
The phone cuts in after the first couple of rings, silencing the built-in stereo. "Are you sure it was Demons, and not just some drugged up teenagers? Because I made that mistake more than once." Dean's dumb voice comes through the car's speakers, followed by the sound of Sam smacking him in the arm with his.
You can't help but roll your eyes, it doesn't surprise you that he did make that mistake though; the resemblance is uncanny. "Positive, I threatened them with the knife and they backed off, they noticed me on the phone with Sam earlier though." You come to a halt at a red light, your eyes turn to your rear view mirror noticing Luna who's happily asleep in the back on top of the bags of groceries and one or two cars lined up behind you.
Another slight pause emits through the speakers followed by a small laugh probably from Dean. "Wait, you threatened them in a store?—" Sam's voice grows concerned, as Dean laughs a little more in the background; you can almost see his stupid grin from hearing that inside your head. "It was subtle; whatever, they still moved away and gave me that look." You fidget a little in your seat, foot on the gas and hands on the wheel waiting for the light to change, with an uneasy feeling resting in the pit of your stomach.
"What look? The look of a crazy woman threatening th—" Sam was cut off by a familiar voice emitting from the back seat, silencing all three of you at once. Panic rises inside your mind, you're well aware of who it is that's sitting behind you, and yet you're still completely dumbfounded on how he managed to track you down so quickly.
"Hello love, boys. Been awhile hasn't it?" Crowley's shit-eating grin flashes in the rear view mirror. Luna jumps wide awake and hisses at him, before leaping off the bags and hiding under the seat. Crowley smiles at you once more, crossing his leg and silencing the boys on the other end of the phone with a flick of his wrist, gazing at you intensely.
"You and I are going to have a little chat, sweetheart."