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Scene Two

Setting: A small diner, Dean is sitting alone in a booth with some un-drunken coffee in front of him.

Dean looks hurt, lost, upset, and broken, he lays his head on the booth and takes a shaky breath. He is trying to keep from breaking down and is talking to himself.

Dean:

What am I suppose to do? How the hell do I even find angels?

Crowley:

Have you tried praying?

Dean jumps up when he hears the thick British accent.

Dean:

How did you find me?

Crowley:

(shrugs)

Word travels fast about the Winchesters, or should I say Winchester, seeing as all the others are dead.

Dean lunges at the man sitting across from him. Crowley simply moves further away from Dean.

Crowley:

How I do miss that moose, he was always more level headed than you.

Dean:

(fuming with rage)

I'm already going to kill every god damn angel responsible for what happen! I will kill you too!

Crowley:

But I have something you need.

Dean:

And what's that?

Crowley:

A certain first blade.

Dean:

(practically barking at him)

Is this some kind of god damn joke to you! I just lost my brother, my angel, and I got this god damn angel wing scar that will forever remind me of Cas and how I wasn't there when he needed me! If you're gonna make snarky ass comments then get the hell out!

Crowley:

(still calm)

Let me ask you something, who do you hate more, me or the angels?

Dean:

What kind of question…

Crowley cuts Dean off.

Crowley:

Just answer the simple question.

Dean:

(thinks for a moment)

Angels.

Crowley:

Who do you hate more Abaddon or angels?

Dean:

(looks annoyed)

What?

Crowley:

(sighs and shakes head)

That Moose was always smarter too.

Dean glares at Crowley and is clenching his fists, as if he's going to punch Crowley.

Crowley:

Look Dean I want to kill Abaddon but that's not going to happen when you're all moppy and self loathing.

Dean:

(low, gruff, angry voice)

I swear to god…

Crowley cuts him off again.

Crowley:

Now I think, seeing as the angels killed your brother and "boyfriend", that you see them worse or equal to demons. Correct?

Dean:

Yeah, so what's your point?

Crowley:

The First Blade only kills demons but I was thinking if you use the first blade and see the angels as demons the first blade might work on them.

Dean:

(turns head thinking)

What's...what's the chance of that working?

Crowley:

(shrugs)

50/50, I don't know. And if I'm wrong they would certainly kill you, but I figure you want to be dead anyway.

Dean:

(sarcastic laugh)

Ain't that the truth. Death is a welcome friend at this point.

Crowley:

So you'll kill Abaddon first then the angels?

Dean:

Then one more monster.

Crowley:

Who's the other monster.

Dean:

The worst of them all.

Crowley:

(rolls eyes)

So we have a deal? Abaddon then angels then the "monster"?

Dean:

(sigh)

Deal. So where's Abaddon?

Crowley:

Kansas, Lawrence Kansas.

Dean:

(throws hands in the air)

That's just great. It's ending where it all begun.

Dean is standing up to leave and is at the door when he sees Crowley still sitting at the booth. He is glaring at him and taking deep breaths, he slowly walks back to the booth.

Dean:

(angry and annoyed)

What the hell are you doing?

Crowley:

I'd like to finish the coffee.

Dean:

(slams hand on table)

It's not even you're damn coffee! It's mine.

The few people who are in the diner are starting to turn around.

Crowley:

(still very calm)

None the less it's good coffee and I want to finish it.

Dean:

(basically hissing)

Then take it to go damn it.

Crowley:

(small smirk)

That's the first good idea you've had.

Dean:

Be there in two minutes or I will take on the angels by myself and let you handle Abaddon.

Crowley:

I'm coming.

Dean heads to the diner door and slams it when he walks out. Crowley is seen getting a to go cup.

Waitress:

Is he ok?

Crowley:

(with real sadness on his face)

No, neither of us are ok. We just lost our moose and someone who was like an angel to us.

Waitress:

(somewhat confused)

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Ah, the coffee's on the house.

Crowley:

Thanks.

Crowley is at the door when he hears:

Waitress:

I hope you find your moose and angel.

Crowley:

Thanks, but they're already long gone.

Crowley heads out the door and before he can even close the car door Dean is driving out of the parking lot.

Black out, scene ends.

Thanks for reading, scene three should be up by next week. Comments and reviews are always welcomed. :-)