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Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. I really wish I did.

I sat down in the fancy armchair. Crowley's dark eyes were fixed on me; a small smile was creeping across his lips. "You know what I want, don't you Charlotte?" He asked, the words barely a whisper. He leaned back in the leather chair that sat behind the large mahogany desk. The room was lit by a desk lamp that sat on a corner table. I folded my arms and glared across the desk at him. He chuckled, but I could not figure out how this amused him.

He leaned forward, "Oh, Charlotte, always being the brave one. Unnecessary of course. I wouldn't hurt you." I rolled my eyes and gave a small laugh. "This from a demon. Right, I find you so trustworthy." I was tired and I wasn't exactly up for playing games with him. "Yeah Crowley, I know what you want." He had called me several times, insisting that I get there as soon as possible. Needless to say, I finally gave in.

Crowley stood and crossed the room, still eyeing me. "Will you do it then?" He asked, in what was barely a whisper. "Yeah okay. Just don't call me again." I said wearily, rubbing sleep from my eyes. "Glad to hear that. He said, his face lighting up. I stood up, my knee length leather boots were silent on the hardwood floors of Crowley's office. Funny thing, a demon with an office. I picked up my navy blue jacket that was draped across the back of the suede chair I had been occupying earlier.

He moved to a large set of drawers and opened one towards the middle. I waited a moment to see what he was doing. In his hands was something that made my eyes widen. The Colt. He smirked slightly, and handed me the gun. I gave a half-hearted smile. "Tell me why I want to help you again?" I asked him in a tired voice. "Because," He said simply, "I have an interest in survival. When Lucifer gets sprung from his box, you can bet that he'll find a meat puppet for their little celebrity death match. They'll destroy the earth, him and Michael. And after he destroys the earth, you can bet he'll just destroy us too, starting with the ones who've been helping you and your hunting buddies."

I nodded. "Fair enough." I said as I put on my jacket and walked out the door. "Oh and one more thing, Charlotte," He said as I left, "Don't die." I gave him the most sarcastic of grins and left his house. I didn't waste a second getting to my beaten Jeep and sitting down, letting my head fall against the back of the seat. My eyes closed but I knew now was not the time to sleep. I pulled out my cell phone, flipping through contacts until I found who I was looking for.

The phone on the other line rang for a minute until I got an answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dean." I said wearily, on the verge of passing out.

"Charlotte?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah it's me. Listen I need to talk to you in person. Where are you?"

There was the sound of rustling papers and the jingle of a key.

"The Blue River Motel in Blue River, Colorado. Room 108. Charlie, what's going on?"

"Not now, Dean." I said gently. "I'll be there soon."

I heard Sam in the background. "Is that Charlie?"

Dean must have nodded.

"Hey, Charlie." Sam was on the line now.

"Hey, Sammy." I smiled at the nickname. I knew only Dean was allowed to use it.

"Don't—seriously? You know."

I laughed. "Bye, Sam. I'll see you both soon."

I showed up in Blue River, Colorado well past 10:00 and found the motel pretty fast. I strolled the halls until I found room 108. Slowly, I knocked three times on the worn blue door. It opened slightly, revealing the youngest Winchester. I smiled at him. No, I smiled up at him. The kid had gotten tall. Really tall. "How's the weather up there, Sammy?" I laughed. He gave me a signature confused Sam look and said "Good to see you too, Charlie." I hugged him. He looked a little embarrassed as he hugged me back.

I scanned the room. "DEAN!" I ran at him. He caught me in a flying hug as I threw my arms around him. "Hey, Charlie!" He said hugging me back. I laughed as Dean made a "thumbs up" gesture to Sam, who let out an annoyed sigh. "Aw, poor Sammy." I said, giving him my best puppy pout. He rolled his eyes and turned away. I could tell he was sort of upset that Dean was getting all the attention. I crossed the room and looked up at him. "I'm sorry." I said in an innocent tone as I put my arms around him and looked up, smiling. "Mmhmm." He was looking rather uncomfortable.

"So I'm sure you didn't come all this way to give us a hug. What's going on?" Dean asked, his green eyes narrowing. "Crowley." The one word was enough to make him swear. "What does he want? I'm sure he'd love it if we did his dirty work for him." Dean did not seem to like Crowley. I reached into my jacket and pulled out the Colt. Both Winchesters looked surprised. "He wants you to ice the devil."

"Where did he—" Sam started, but then answered his own question. "Bella." I smiled grimly. "Yeah, a little henchman of hers." I sat down at the small wooden table by the window and stared into the parking lot. "Okay, whatever. It doesn't matter how he got it, it just matters that we have it now." Dean said. "Yeah. Dean, Crowley might have a point. What if we can kill him? I wouldn't have to be the vessel anymore." Sam said. "Yeah, and Lucy wouldn't get to wear you to Prom." Dean said with a smile. I laughed. "Sounds fool-proof. We're going to shoot Satan in the face." Dean said. "Sure you are." Dean glared at me. "Got better plans?" I looked at the tacky, patterned carpet, then at Dean. "No."

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