A/N All characters belong to the writers and creators of Supernatural. Except those that arose from my own twisted imagination. They belong to me.
Chapter Two-Lies A Demon Told Me
Kylie was curled up on the bed in the motel room staring into space. She had barely spoken since the Winchesters had picked her up. They had dropped Cas and Crowley off at a restaurant and picked Kylie up at the warehouse where she and her brother had tracked a demon. Before they could successfully exorcise the demon, it jumped into Brandon's body. It allowed Kylie to kill her brother before vacating his body. Sam had found her curled up in a ball, staring at Brandon. She had looked up briefly when Sam had called her name but wouldn't move. Dean finally picked her up and carried her to the Impala where she had laid down on the backseat. Since it was getting dark, they found two rooms at a cheap motel. Sam carried her into one of the rooms and volunteered to stay with her while Dean left to pick up Castiel and Crowley.
"Hey Kylie," Sam began, approaching her cautiously. "Are you ok? Is there anything I can do?" At first she didn't respond then she finally made eye contact and shook her head.
"Thanks for coming to get me." Her voice was barely over a whisper and she seemed a fragile little girl compared to the ruthless hunter Sam knew her to be. He sat down next to her.
"Of course." Sam opened his mouth to continue when they heard the door click. Dean, Cas and Crowley walked quietly into the room and Kylie jumped up the second she saw Crowley.
"What's going on? What is he doing here?" When she had jumped to her feet, both Winchesters had moved to block the angel and demon.
"Kylie calm down," said Dean. "It's not what you think." Kylie glared at him and pulled her knife.
"What is it then? Because it sure looks like you've got the King of Hell standing behind you." Crowley raised his chin with pride.
"It appears my reputation precedes me." Dean glared at him.
"Not helping Crowley!" Sam carefully stepped towards Kylie, staying out of reach of her knife.
"Kylie please. Put the knife down and we'll fill you in..wait a second." Sam looked back to Crowley and then to Kylie. "How did you know who he is..er..was?" Kylie didn't answer as she continued to glare at Sam and Dean. She jerked her chin towards Castiel, who was staring at her with a look of confusion.
"What are you doing with a former angel? And why is that thing with you?" she asked, gesturing towards Crowley.
"I'm on sabbatical." Crowley answered sarcastically. Kylie's eyes narrowed and she sat back down on the bed, setting her knife down next to her.
"Ok you guys. Talk." Sam looked over at Dean who shrugged.
"Might as well tell her everything Sam. Get it all out in the open." Dean walked over to the table where he had set down two grocery bags. He removed a six pack of beer, opened one and held it out to Kylie.
"Want one?" She took it eagerly.
"God yes." She quickly chugged half the bottle before Dean had even opened his own. He was impressed. The girl had definitely changed from the last time he saw her almost four years ago. He handed a bottle to Sam, sat down next to him on the other bed and started to take a drink when he realized both Cas and Crowley were watching him.
"Won't even offer me one will you?" Crowley asked, annoyed. Cas walked to the table, grabbed two bottles, opened both like a pro on the edge of the table and handed one to Crowley who raised it in toast to him.
"Many thanks." Crowley took a swig and then spit it out. "What the hell did they do? Bottle a mule's piss?" Dean smirked at him and took a drink.
"Don't waste the mule piss Crowley."
"C'mon you guys. Quite screwing around." Sam said, nudging Dean before looking back at Kylie. "So, what do you want to know?" She thought for a moment before answering.
"Ok, explain him." She nodded in Crowley's direction. He raised an eyebrow.
"I've gone from 'it' to 'him'. I'm moving up in the world." The rest of the room ignored him.
"Long story short, healing Crowley's soul was the last trial in our attempt to close hell," Sam began. "Dean stopped me from finishing it because it turns out that in order to heal Crowley, I had to die. So, he's not a demon but not fully human." Crowley smirked.
"Yes three-quarters human here love but only on my mother's side." Kylie ignored him.
"So hell is still open and heaven is closed. That's just great." Sam and Dean exchanged a look. They didn't want to say anything to Kylie about Kevin. It was just too dangerous. Kylie took another drink. "So you didn't kill him because he has a partial human soul. I can understand that. I don't like it, but I understand it." She looked at Castiel.
"Now it's your turn. How did you go from bright lights and wings to a human in a trenchcoat?" Sam looked surprised.
"How do you know what an angel really looks like?" Kylie looked surprised at herself for a second and then shrugged.
"Lucky guess." Sam frowned.
"Extremely lucky I'd say. Have you seen an angel before?" Kylie looked startled and shook her head.
"No. Where would I have seen one before?" Sam shrugged and Castiel walked closer to Kylie.
"There's something..familiar about you." Castiel inspected her face intently and Kylie shifted uneasily. Dean felt sorry for her. Angel or not, Cas obviously still had a hard time with boundaries.
"C'mon Cas," he said. "Personal space, remember?" Castiel frowned and looked down.
"You're right." He looked back at Kylie. "I apologize." Cas backed off. Sam sat down next to her.
"Are you ready to talk about Brandon?" Kylie shrugged.
"I guess. Not much to talk about though. He was possessed, I killed him. That's it." Sam leaned forward.
"Did the demon say anything to you? Did it tell you it's name, give you any clue as to what it wanted?" Kylie glared at him.
"What difference does it make? Demons lie Sam. That's what they do." Crowley raised his hand to interrupt.
"Actually my dear, that's a common misconception..." Crowley trailed off as four sets of eyes glared at him. Kylie looked back to Sam.
"Anyway, it told me that Brandon wasn't my real brother. It said that he never ever considered me his sister, that I was just some homeless kid our parents dragged home. And then it said that it was the one that killed our parents. I stabbed Brandon in the heart and the demon left his body. Then I called you. That's it." Castiel leaned forward on his knees.
"How did you know to call Sam and Dean?" Kylie blushed.
"We've worked a bunch of cases together since Brandon and I hit the road. Plus..." she glanced at Sam, who blanched. "Sam and I have history." The silence that followed was broken by Crowley's low chuckle.
"Awkward." Sam glared at him.
"That was two years ago." Sam opened up his laptop. "So this demon admitted to being the one that killed your parents?" Kylie nodded, obviously a little hurt by Sam's reaction.
"That's what it said. But it wouldn't tell me who it was." Crowley spoke up.
"That sounds like Bernael. He always did have a flair for dramatics." Crowley took another swig of his beer and shuddered. "He likes to break children's spirits so it will be easier to corrupt them when they grew up. A flair for the dramatic but always hates to work too hard."
Kylie and Dean each grabbed another beer. Over the past four hours, between the two of them, they had consumed two of the three six packs and were not showing any signs of stopping.
"Hey you guys," Sam said, barely taking his eyes off his computer. "Can you slow it down over there? We're probably gonna need you sober." Kylie laughed.
"Sam I can't handle any of this sober alright? And I'm not drinking alone." Sam looked to Dean for assistance but Dean shrugged and took another drink.
"If the lady doesn't want to drink alone then she doesn't drink alone." He winked at Kylie, who gave him a half smile. Sam sighed and looked back at the computer. Castiel leaned over behind him.
"Have you found anything?" Sam shook his head.
"Nothing yet Cas." He turned to look back at Dean and Kylie. "I don't get it. The sky was lit up three nights ago. We heard an angel fall not far from us and they all just disappeared? It doesn't make any sense." He turned back around to his computer.
"Well," said Crowley, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If I were still the King of Hell, I'd have sent my demons to round up as many angels as I could before you hunters could get to them." Castiel turned and looked sharply at him.
"Do you think that happened? That demons have taken the angels?" Crowley shrugged.
"It wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. Of course," he raised an eyebrow. "I'm not in charge anymore, am I? There's no telling what idiot has stepped into my spot." Dean chuckled.
"Well, if you can do it, anyone can right Crowley?" Sam shook his head at Dean.
"Don't piss him off alright? He's the only source close to the demons we've got and as much as it pains me to say it, we need him." Crowley looked genuinely flattered.
"Why thank you Moose." Sam frowned and looked back at the computer. They heard a muffled phone ring. Dean pulled his phone out of his jacket that was slung on the bed.
"Hey Kevin, what's happening?" Dean walked over by the window.
"Who's Kevin?" Kylie asked.
"A Prophet of the Lord," replied Castiel, automatically. Catching Sam's look, Cas was once again confused. "What? I thought we were being open." Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Not about everything Cas, ok?" Cas frowned.
"Perhaps it would be better if I were to keep silent." Sam raised his eyebrow and nodded in agreement.
"Ok Kevin. Call us when you have something, alright?" Dean hung up and looked at Sam. "Sounds like Kevin just received a package. Not a tablet but a scroll. Same writing but it's newer." Sam frowned.
"How? From who?" Dean shrugged.
"Some guy just showed up at the door, handed him a package and took off. It's got him a bit freaked out because I guess there's a couple of letters in there, one of them addressed to Kylie." Kylie dropped her empty beer bottle on the carpet.
"Me? Why me? Was it a demon?" Dean shook his head.
"Kevin said it was a just some guy and that he was hurt pretty bad. Just asked if he was Kevin Tran, shoved the box in his hands and took off. He's going to see what he can figure out what the scroll says and call us back." Dean frowned and sat down next to Castiel. "Here's the weird part. It's on paper and it's written in ink."
"Like quill pen ink?" asked Sam.
"No, more like Bic. It was written in a ball point pen." Dean glanced at Kylie who was curled up in a ball again. "Hey you alright?" Kylie shook her head.
"I don't know if I can deal with this. I lost my parents, I lost Brandon, I'm getting mail from random strangers...and I don't have anyone left anymore." Dean looked over at Sam and motioned for him to go to her. Sam walked over and sat down next to her on the bed.
"You've got us, ok? We'll help you get through this, alright? We'll figure it out."
"That's right my dear," said Crowley as he stood and crossed the room. "One big happy family."