Like last time, there might be a couple lines from 9x2
Chapter Two
Meg was tossed out on the other side of the void, staggering. Castiel appeared next to her, gasping for breath and she grabbed the back of his coat to steady him. Angels weren't meant to travel the way demons did and it was obviously affecting him with something akin to motion sickness.
She straightened and whipped around to see Crowley standing in the middle of the room they had appeared in that seemed to be in some old, abandoned home. The smarmy bastard had his hands tucked into his pockets as if this was a casual chat, but at least he wasn't trying to kill them. Yet.
Meg, on the other hand, wasn't going to take that as an excuse not to run him through. She raised her blade, taking a step forward.
"What the hell was that?" she demanded.
Crowley raised a hand. "Ah-ah, hear me out, first."
"Hear you out?" Meg demanded. "The last time I saw you, you had me strapped to a rack!"
Castiel had regained his breath, and straightened, his own blade held at the ready as he shifted to a position halfway between Meg and Crowley.
"Yes, and times change, love," Crowley said. "Though I would much rather be torturing both of you, if I am being honest."
"If you touch her, I will smite you," Castiel said firmly, cold promise in his voice that made Meg weak in the knees despite the situation.
Crowley only rolled his eyes. "Don't be a tease, Cas. You're cut off from Heaven, I doubt you can get it up." He sighed as Castiel glowered at him. "Look, if I meant you harm, don't you think I would have gone straight for the offensive? Delivered you to my demons? Call your angelic boyfriend off, Meg—as I said, I just want a chat."
"About what?" Castiel demanded, neither of them bothering with putting away their blades.
"About Hell, my position there, and the problem with Abbadon," Crowley said.
"Yes, and speaking of Abbadon, we were in the process of rescuing hunters from her when you showed up," Castiel said. "And we'd appreciate it if you'd send us back to doing that."
"Not until we talk," Crowley said firmly. He sighed heavily as if the whole situation was an inconvenience for him. "Believe me, the last thing I want to do is partner up in anything again, especially after the last time, but….I'm admittedly in a bit of a bind and when it comes to major league baddies, it always seems like you and the Winchesters have the best chance of stopping them."
"Wait," Meg said with a derisive laugh. "Are you saying you want to team up to take down Abbadon?"
Crowley gave her a look. "What did you think I wanted? Look, I don't like this anymore than you do—"
Castiel made a scoffing sound in his throat. "That's an understatement."
"But," Crowley continued, ignoring him. "I know when to play my cards and how. Trust me, you don't want Abbadon running Hell. It would only be a matter of time before it spilled over onto earth and I know how much you love to protect the innocent humans."
Castiel and Meg shared a look. That had been their fear as well, obviously. But getting embroiled in Crowley's civil war was the last thing Meg wanted. She knew how well demonic civil wars went. Demons had no loyalty and you never knew what side they were on until they sold you out or stabbed you in the back. That's why she'd eventually just gone off on her own.
"Well?" Crowley asked.
"We'll have to discuss it with the Winchesters," Castiel said firmly.
Crowley snorted. "What? The B-Team can't make their own decisions?"
Meg scowled. "Fine, you want our decision? Here it is." She slipped through the void, appearing behind him and clapping a pair of demon handcuffs around his wrists.
"What?" Crowley stuttered, obviously offended as he struggled. "Remember how I explained how synergy worked, Cas? Want to tell your girlfriend to let me go?"
"Not really," Cas replied and stepped forward to grip Crowley's shoulder. "If you are telling the truth these will be temporary. At least until we can discuss it in more depth. But right now, Sam and Dean may be in trouble and we have no more time to spare for you."
He flew back to the place they had left the Impala, and Meg followed in the void. Irv and Tracy were still waiting by the car, and started when they appeared again, this time with Crowley handcuffed.
"What the hell?" Irv asked.
Meg opened the trunk of the Impala and Castiel threw Crowley in to his protests. Meg fished out a roll of duct tape and firmly placed a strip over Crowley's mouth before she slammed the trunk shut.
"Let's go see about Sam and Dean," she said.
Dean grunted as the demons dragged him and Sam into one of the abandoned buildings. This looked like it had been an old Laundromat as there were still a bunch of washers and dryers lined up against one of the walls. Dean got a good look when he was thrown against one of them roughly, denting the metal, before the demons set on him with punches and vicious kicks. He could hear Sam struggling and grunting in pain nearby, but wasn't given the chance to even raise his head to look. A demon's boot smashed into his jaw and he collapsed onto the floor, smearing blood against the dirty tiles. Awesome, he'd be lucky to get out of here without chemical poisoning.
"Not so tough now, are you, Winchester?" One of the demons sneered as he kicked Dean in the ribs, rolling him onto his back. "You're gonna wish you hadn't showed up."
"That's enough for now." Abbadon stood off to one side, arms crossed over her chest. She nodded to her minions and they dragged the Winchesters over to a hanging bar on one side of the room. Dean struggled, but it did little good. One of the demons wrapped chains firmly around his wrists and then slung the chain over the bar, cinching it tight until his arms were stretched over his head, balancing on his toes. The position only exacerbated the pain from the beating and Dean bit back a groan. Sam was restrained similarly a few feet to his right.
"Sammy?" he asked quietly, turning toward his brother. Sam's face was a mess of blood and bruises, but he was conscious at least.
"I'm okay," Sam grunted. Dean muttered a curse and prodded the inside of his mouth with his tongue before he spit blood on the floor. At least there were no chipped teeth.
Abbadon nodded to two of the demons. "Keep a look out, boys. I don't want anyone interfering with our chat."
She sauntered over to the defenseless Winchesters, a smirk playing across her lips.
"You boys are so predictable. Rough up a few friends of yours and you come running to the rescue." She reached out and ran a hand down the side of Dean's face, making his skin crawl. "Such heroes. Gives a girl all kind of ideas."
Dean fixed a smirk on his face. "We gonna fight or make out, because I'm getting some real mixed signals here."
Abbadon kept smiling, leaning in close to him until he could feel her hot breath on his jaw. "We can do both if that's the way you want it, lover."
Dean grunted and jerked as far away as he could in his chains. "Why don't you buy me dinner first, sweetheart?"
Abbadon pulled back and held her hand out to one of the demons who handed her a long knife. "First, I want some info."
"First, we want to know why you're killing hunters," Sam retorted.
Abbadon gave a surprised laugh and reached out to caress Sam's face mockingly. "And they say you're the smart one. It was to get your attention, honey, what else? You and Dean are who I really want. And now that I have you, I'll stop going after your friends, as long as they stay out of my way."
"Then what do you want with us?" Sam asked.
Abbadon stepped over to him, lifting her knife to place under his chin, forcing Sam to tilt his head up. Dean held his breath, furious at his helpless position.
"Word on the street is you found the Men of Letters' main base of operation," she said, tracing the blade down until she got to the first button of Sam's shirt, which she popped open before pulling the blade away. "That was the one I was never able to find. I took out all the other bases, but that one they managed to keep hidden from me. I bet they have all sorts of fun little toys there. Books that tell you humans things you were never meant to know about. So you see why I can't have it around as a ready resource to hunters while I'm trying to make a kingdom for myself. It might give you all sorts of really bad ideas. Besides," she added, studying the blade she held thoughtfully. "There may be relics and weapons hidden there that can help me subjugate Crowley's followers for good. So what do you say?" She gripped Sam's jaw and leaned in close. "You going to give it up to me?"
Sam gave her a tightlipped smile. "Pass."
She glanced at Dean, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged as well as he could. "What he said."
Abbadon sighed heavily, and pulled away, testing the sharpness of the knife she held on her thumb. "Well, then I suppose I'll have to do this the hard way." She suddenly lashed out and sliced Sam across the collarbone.
The younger hunter grunted in pain, and Dean ground his teeth, jerking at his chains.
"I can take all the time I need," Abbadon told them, pressing the point of the blade into the soft spot under Sam's armpit. "And I can get a lot more creative than this." Sam bit back a whimper as the blade drew blood, causing red to blossom over his shirt.
Dean grit his teeth. "Even if we do tell you where the bunker is, you won't be able to get into it. It's warded against everything evil and I'm pretty sure you fit into that category, sister."
"You're right," Abbadon said mockingly, giving them a pretend coy look. "I'd need a key. And I seem to have lost all of the ones that I had collected over the years, so…I'll be needing the one you have." She reached out and began slowly running her hands down Sam's body, causing him to cringe in discomfort. "I bet one of you has it on you."
"Think again, bitch," Dean growled. "We're not that stupid."
"Really?" she asked, finally leaving Sam alone to turn back to him. She reached out, feeling in his pockets, groping around his hips, and damn if the bitch didn't take her time. Then she nodded to the demons to check their jackets that had been taken from them along with their weapons.
"You see, the Men of Letters were pretty fond of trying to hide their keys from me back in the day. And they tried all sorts of thing," she said, reaching up to take hold of Dean's shirt collar. He held his breath as she brought up the knife and sliced into the fabric before she violently ripped it open, exposing his torso. She brought her blade up and rested it against his lips. "One of them was even so stupid as to swallow it when he saw that I was coming. That was a mistake." Abbadon smirked and reached out to take a fistful of Dean's hair, wrenching his head back slightly to expose his throat, where she pricked his skin with the tip of the blade. "So, I would advise you to tell me where the key is, Dean, before I go on a little treasure hunt." She slid the blade down his body from his throat to his navel, where she dug the blade in threateningly, leaving little to the imagination.
Dean snarled, trying his best to keep his cool, even when on the verge of being disemboweled. "Go to hell."
"Baby, when I'm done here, it's all gonna be Hell on earth."
"Lucifer already tried that," Sam reminded her. "Look what happened to him."
Abbadon laughed. "Lucifer was never enough of a warrior to pull it off. I used to lead armies for him, the other Knights and I did all the dirty work. I learned how to lead and conquer, while he just came up with grandiose master plans of revenge that obviously didn't work." She looked between the brothers. "So what's it going to be boys? Sam? You really want to watch me gut your brother in front of you for one measly little key?"
Dean gave him a warning look and Sam tightened his jaw. They both knew the key was actually in the Impala, but Cas and Meg had hopefully gotten back there by now with Irv and the girl. If they were smart they would have gotten out of here, but Dean knew that Cas at least would be out looking for them. And Meg would follow Cas. He just hoped they wouldn't fall foul of the demons crawling around the town.
"You know," Abbadon said, pressing the blade to Dean's cheek. "If you boys cooperate, I might find a reason to keep you alive." She pulled his torn shirt aside to expose his anti-possession tattoo, one red fingernail running over it. "I've always liked this body."
"No!" Sam growled.
"Or, since you're both so pretty, I could keep you as consorts. I'm sure I could come up with plenty of ways to keep you useful to me."
Dean cringed. Yikes. "Gross. We'll pass, thanks. "
"Suit yourself," Abbadon said, sliding her knife from his cheek and tracing it down his body again, tapping the waistline of his jeans. "But I warn you, this will be a lot more unpleasant than serving me for the rest of your life."
Dean smirked. "Yeah, I think I'd rather be eviscerated than end up as your boy toy; I'll take my chances."
Sam was struggling. "Dean, no!"
Dean felt the prick of the blade in his side and flinched backward as far as he could in his chains. Abbadon grabbed his shoulder to steady him and was just about to set to her grim work, when there were shouts from outside the door and sounds of fighting.
Abbadon pulled back just as the door to the Laundromat slammed open, and Cas stormed in, blade raised and bloody, Meg hurrying behind him.
"Ah, the pet angel," Abbadon sneered, then narrowed her eyes as she saw Meg. "And a demon?"
Dean kicked out at her, catching the hand she held the knife with and sending it flying from her grip. She snarled, and spun to punch him in the stomach, causing him to double over as far as he could before she rushed forward.
"Take them!" she snapped at her remaining demons.
The two lackeys surged to obey, but Meg and Cas made short work of them. Abbadon snarled and stalked toward them. Cas lashed out with his blade, but she simply backhanded him and sent him flying across the room to collapse into a table. Meg glowered at the Knight of Hell and raised her own blade. Abbadon smirked.
"What is a demon doing playing with the Winchesters?" she asked, cocking her head curiously.
Meg smirked. "Unlike you, I decided to play for the winning team."
Abbadon chuckled and merely batted Meg's angel blade out of her hand, before she took the demon around the throat. "Oh, don't be so sure about that, honey. Your boys here are dead meat as soon as I finish you off."
Meg clawed at her hand and Dean and Sam were attempting to get free of their chains. Dean's wrists had started bleeding, but he glanced over at Cas who was hauling himself up and grabbing something from inside his coat. Dean saw him take out a flask and pour it in a circle on the floor.
Meg smirked even as Abbadon attempted to choke her. "You first, bitch," she ground out.
She pulled another blade from her coat and slammed it into Abbadon's wrist. The demon cried out in surprise more than pain and Meg brought up a boot to kick Abbadon in the chest, sending her backward into the circle that Cas had made. He had a lighter ready and threw it onto the ground. In an instant, Abbadon was surrounded by a ring of holy fire. She glanced at it in furious astonishment.
"This won't hold me forever," she warned them.
"No, but it will hold you long enough," Cas said, and hurried toward Sam and Dean.
"Damn it's good to see you, Cas," Dean grinned as the angel broke his chains easily and then did the same for Sam.
"Hey, what about me?" Meg asked, rubbing her throat.
"You too, Meg," Dean said with a roll of his eyes as he rubbed his wrists, wincing as his battered body protested being upright. He reached out to Sam and offered him a steadying hand as his little brother staggered slightly, one hand cradling his right side.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
"Bruised ribs. I'll be fine. You?"
Dean nodded, plucking at his ruined shirt with irritation and buttoning up his flannel. That had been a close call. They quickly grabbed their weapons and passed the glowering, furious Abbadon.
"The hunters are safe and waiting back at the car," Cas told them as they hurried out the door. Once they were clear, he took hold of Meg's elbow, and bent to inspect her bruised throat, his fingers touching the skin tenderly. "Did she hurt you?"
"Not as much as she could have," Meg assured him and Dean saw a softness in her eyes. He smirked to himself. Meg had really changed in the last few months her and Cas had been together. She didn't try to bite his head off for caring about her anymore. If Dean didn't value certain pieces of his anatomy, he might tease her that she was going soft.
They hurried back through the town and to the place they had left the Impala. Irv and Tracy had found another vehicle, but they had waited there for them with worried expressions.
"Thank God you boys are okay," Irv said, clasping Dean and Sam's hands. "We were starting to get worried."
"We're fine, but we need to get out of here now," Dean said. "You should take the girl and get a long way away from here. Don't take on any jobs that look suspicious for a while, okay?"
Irv frowned, but nodded. "Alright, but if you boys need help, call."
Dean nodded, but knew they wouldn't. The majority of hunters weren't cut out for dealing with the kind of crap they did on a regular basis. There was no point in getting more of them killed.
"Oh, we actually have a surprise for you," Meg said as Irv and Tracy drove off. "We were waylaid in our rescue."
She and Cas led Dean and Sam to the trunk and opened it.
Dean glanced down and his eyes went wide.
The King of Hell, tied up with demonic handcuffs and duct tape over his mouth glared up at him.
"Crowley?" Sam exclaimed.
"Yes," Cas said. "The question now is what do we do with him."