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Hell Hound

"I want in!" He said turning serious and staring Dean in the eyes.

"You said you could get us Pestilence," Dean said keeping his stern face.

"Well now…I don't know where Pestilence is, per say, but I do know a demon who does," he smiled looking at the fireplace casually then turning to face us. "It's what you might call the horseman's stable boy, he handles their personal needs, he's who you want, believe me. He'll tell us where Sneezy's at," he smirked.

"Well how do we get him to spill?" Dean asked still keeping his straight face. "Rip out his toenails?"

"No…nuts at his pay grade don't crack, we bring him here and then I sell him," Crowley said his hands in his trouser pockets as if this was a walk in the park.

I frowned.

"Sell him?" Sam asked from behind me, he took the words right out of my mouth.

"Please I've sold sin to saints for centuries, think I can't close one little demon?" he asked tilting his head at us.

"Alright so where's this demon of yours?" Dean asked and I sighed. Did we really trust a demon! Was this a dream?

We put every weapon and ammo we had on the grotty table. Dean wouldn't let me carry the heavy stuff so I was ordered to fetch the duffel bags. We loaded the appropriate guns and cleaned them. The air was moist in this crap hole, but for some reason I was as cold as an ice cube with Dean's sweatshirt on, I shook as I filled a gun with ammo.

"Why are we even listening to him Dean?" Sam sighed frustrated. "This is totally insane!" Sam protested.

"W-w-with you o-on t-t-that one-e-e!" I shivered. Dean sighed and took the gun off me.

"I don't disagree," Dean huffed and we all turned as clapping entered the room.

"One big happy family are we then?" Crowley asked and I grunted.

"M-m-an I-I am not i-in the m-m-mood for your c-c-crap!" I protested shaking as I grabbed a bag and started filling it with ammo.

"What's up with you ice block?" Dean asked and I playfully hit him.

"Fantastic," Crowley smirked.

"You ready to go?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes, I am. Sam, keep the home fires burning, Claire will need to warm up," Crowley said turning around with Sam stood stiff.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked staring at Crowley, Sam turned around stunned.

"Sam's not coming, and I think it will be sensible if Claire didn't either," Crowley nodded too us.

"And why the hell not!" Sam said pissed.

"Because I don't like you, I don't trust you, and…oh yes YOU keep trying to kill me!" Crowley spat screwing up his face.

"And m-me?" I shivered folding my arms.

"You I am just plain concerned about," Crowley said lightening his face.

"There's no damn way! This isn't going to happen!" Sam protested his hands curling into fists.

"I'm not asking you Sam, because you're not invited, I'm asking you," he said pointing to Dean. "Now what's it gunna be?"

We glanced at each other and Crowley gave a light laugh of disbelief.

"Gentlemen enjoy your last sun sets," He said turning away.

Dean's lips moved but nothing came out. "Wait," he urged softly.

That was it, he was going to abandon us I knew it! Sam turned to Dean frowning, then he too realised. Crowley stopped walking and didn't turn to look at Dean. I relaxed and tried to stop shivering.

"I'll go," Dean said looking at the floor and shaking his head. Dean grabbed the duffel bag I packed for him and added a few extras; he walked towards Crowley and turned to our stunned faces. "What can I say? I believe the guy." He said glancing between the two of us. "Make sure Claire warms up," he shouted as he followed Crowley out of the house.

We stood in silence for a few seconds, Sam was left with a gun and I was left with a knife, and I walked towards the fireplace. Heat felt good! Sam walked out and I heard the tyres squeal against the tarmac before the engine grew further and further away.

"Great," I sighed.

"And then, Dean just walks," Sam chuckled downing a bottle of jack he found. I sat on the floor right next to the heat and only source of light as I read my book. "Right out the door…with Crowley, leaving Claire with me, our pregnant sister!" he sighed and I felt his gaze on me quickly before he took another swig. There was a low murmur coming from the phone and then Sam sighed. "Yeah maybe," he said taking another deep sigh and a swig of jack. "Hey Bobby? Ur…remember that time when you were possessed?" he paused and waited for an answer. "When Meg told you to kill Dean, you didn't, you took your body back." Sam commented. I immediately looked up from my book to see where this story was going. "Well…how'd you do it?" Sam asked getting up and taking the bottle with him. "I mean how'd you take back the wheel?" He left the room and I slammed the book shut silently following him. "Say we could open the cage, great, but then what? We just lead the devil to the edge and get him to jump in?" Sammy asked and I was seriously concerned as too where this was going. "What if you guys lead the devil to the edge, and I jump in?" Sam asked and I gasped loudly, I quickly placed a hand over my mouth and moved behind a rotting wall so Sam couldn't see me. "It would just be like when you turned the knife around on yourself one action just one leap!" Sam urged and the murmur on the other end became loud and high pitched. "Bobby," Sam sighed. "It's not like that, I'm not going to do it! Not unless we all agree, but I think we got to look at our options!" Sammy protested and the murmur returned. Well this is most DEFINATLY NOT going to happen, as I already disapprove of it! "Why not?" Sam protested. "Yeah, yeah I am!" the murmur became silent again. "I'm strong enough," Sam sighed.

I silently moved back to the fireplace, without a creak or a noise, and I picked up my book as Sammy walked in. He nodded when he saw me and sat back on the couch reading up on something.

My vision suddenly became blurry and I squinted at my book. My head started to pound and it grew and grew and grew, until I was holding my head in place. I closed my eyes.

"Dean Winchester, what no appointment?" a blonde haired man asked. He was young and looked like a business man, he sat at his desk looking at his laptop.

"Sorry it's kind of a…eleven thirty type thing," Dean said his eyes wide with shock.

"Have a seat," the man said gesturing towards it and it turned around. The doors closed and Dean looked unsure of what to do. "How's Sam and Claire?" he asked casually still staring at the laptop.

Dean narrowed his eyes at the man and put his knife in his jacket pocket. The man sighed and closed his laptop. "Well down to business then! What can I do for you?" he asked holding his hands together.

I gasped awake and Sam was next to me stroking my face and holding my head up. He looked into my eyes looking for any sign that he should worry.

"I'm fine," I grunted moving his hand away from my face. "It's just Dean, he's got there, but Crowley's gone," I shrugged.

"Well that figures," Sam sighed getting up and passing me the bottle of jack.

"Um…what do you think you are doing?" I asked staring at the bottle.

"Have some it will make you feel better," he urged and fire raged through my body.

"Is this some kind of joke to you?" I spat.

"Excuse me?" Sam asked frowning.

"I'm PREGNANT! I CAN'T drink! You know how much I have been wanting to drink!" I protested standing up and looking for something to throw at him.

"Ok," Sam laughed. "So I forgot!" he shrugged.

"Yeah well you seem to be doing that a lot lately," I sighed shaking my head and walking off.

"Hey get back here!" He ordered grabbing my arm and pulling me back.

"All of this sodding time you two have done NOTHING to prepare for THIS!" I shouted pointing at my bloated stomach. Sam looked taken aback and he glanced at it, as if for the first time, and he gulped. "I know you're going to leave me with this, you're destined too, but don't act like it's not there!" I sighed shaking my head and shrugging his hand off. I ran to a random table and chairs, and sat reading my book.

I heard Sam's footsteps walk about but he came back after an hour.

"I-I'm s-sorry, Claire," he began as we heard the familiar car engine pull up on to the drive.

We stared at each other with wide eyes and Sam moved to the window to see who it was, he nodded and I heard the car doors open, then the front door, and we rushed too see them.

Sam almost growled when we saw Crowley and he stopped me from walking further. "Where's Dean?" he demanded.

Crowley moved his head towards the opposite room. "Now, for the record, I'm against this. Negotiating a high level diffraction it's…very delicate business," Crowley said and Sam narrowed his eyes and went to move towards the other room but Crowley got in his way.

"What are you talking about?" Sam urged.

"I begged Dean not to come back; we should be miles away, from you." He grunted at Sam. "He replied with a colourful agenda about my coin shoot," Crowley announced, Sam grunted a laugh. "So go ahead," the demon sighed. "Go, ruin our last, best hope!" Sam narrowed his eyes at Crowley, brushed past him, and moved to the next room. "It's only the end of the world," Crowley called too him. "Claire," he nodded to me.

"Don't play your games with me," I spat moving past him to join Sam.

Dean was tying up the business man in the suit, the man had a bag on his head with a symbol on it, sat on a chair, with a symbol surrounding the chair on the floor. I guessed this wasn't a man but a demon.

"He was the man from my vision," I told Sammy quietly but Dean over heard.

He looked up at me. "You had a vision?" He frowned.

I nodded. "About you," I shrugged.

Dean looked to Sam seriously and finished what he was doing. "Sam," Dean said in his rough voice moving towards Sammy. I frowned as I noticed there was a rather large blood patch on the bag.

"What's going on Dean?" Sam asked quietly.

"I need you to stay on mission, ok? Focused!" Dean urged looking Sam straight in the eye.

"I don't understand what's this all about?" Sam shrugged.

"I'm doing this because I trust you," Dean said seriously and I looked as the man started to move and grunt.

"Trust me to what?" Sam said glancing at the man and frowning quickly at Dean.

"Sam," the business man's voice called from inside the bag. "Sam is that you?"

Dean glanced at me and I nodded. He moved towards the bag and took it off, revealing the same blonde man from my vision.

"Brady?" Sam's voice shook.

"Brady who's Brady?" I frowned thinking outloud.

Brady looked up at Sam and chuckled. "Brady hasn't been Brady in years!" he smirked. "Not since, oh…middle of our sophomore year," he said as if trying to recoil the memory.

"What?" Sam's voice snapped and looked at Dean quickly.

"That's right, you had a devil on your shoulder even back then," Brady said amusement in his eyes. "That's it now let it all sink in,"

"You son of a bitch," Sam shook. "You son of a bitch YOU introduced me to JESS!" Sam shouted lunging towards the demon, Dean placed two hands on Sammy pushing him back.

"BINGO! Ding ding! I think he's go it," the demon rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you!" Sam grunted as Dean carried on pushing him back.

"Sammy!" Dean protested and managed to push him out the room. "Claire you stay there!" He shouted.

"Will do," I gulped as the demon laughed. "What is it about your kind that…takes enjoyment out of destroying peoples lives!" I spat as Crowley walked in and glanced at me.

"You can go now Claire," he said and I glared at Brady before walking out the room. Crowley closed the double doors behind me.

Sam and Dean had finished their heated debate just as I came closer. Dean glanced at me and Sam walked towards the fire wiping the sides of his mouth.

"You ok?" Dean breathed.

"Crowley's gone in there to talk too him," I nodded sighing and pulling up my jeans.

Dean nodded and sat down on the single couch.

A couple minutes later Crowley came in and Dean and I glanced up at him. Sam had gone, I didn't pay attention as to where!

"Well how'd it go? You buy girl scout cookies?" Dean asked taking a sip of beer he'd got from the Impala.

"Not yet," he said looking around. "Where's your moose?" he asked us.

"He's cooling off," Dean said looking round the side.

"Alright then…get bent!" he said looking at us both.

We turned too him confused. The more he confused us the more I was starting to get pissed!

"You going somewhere?" Dean frowned.

"Well he won't budge, so now I go stick my neck out," Crowley smiled.

"What are you going to do?" I asked worried as Dean leaned forward.

"Exactly the desperate swash buckle I've been trying to avoid, now I go kick open a hive of demons," he said his tone and expression a little…depressed as he turned away from us.

Dean and I looked at each other worried.

"This whole bloody ring business better work," he said and I looked at Dean pursing my lips, he looked down and nodded.

"Hate it when they do that," Dean grunted and I turned around to see Crowley gone.

"Yeah well they wouldn't be demons if they weren't cocky," I smirked.

Dean sighed and sat back in his chair.

"Hey Dean?" I asked softly.

"Mm?" he frowned taking a sip of beer.

"Do you reckon Castiel is ok?" I asked. Crowley disappearing like that reminded me that we had a lost angel, and I was starting to miss him. I felt guilty for not remembering him more often.

"I don't know Claire," he sighed. "I don't know,"

I sighed and picked up a useful book on the end of days, I figured I could do some work. I was tired and yawned realising I wasn't taking any of the words in. I couldn't even remember the last time I had slept. Three…four nights ago? I found my eyes drooping and felt the warmth of a blanket being placed over me as I fell asleep.

"Claire," a voice called my name loudly.

I woke up gasping, nothing new there, and looked around. A dust smelling blanket covered me and I moved it off gently as I searched the room. Dean wasn't on the couch, but there was a chair propped up against the handle of the bathroom.

"Ok…" I breathed standing up and moving towards it. "Sam, Dean?" I asked.

"CLAIRE!" Dean shouted banging the door. "Get me out!" He ordered. I ran to the chair kicking it out the way and opened the door as Sammy came into view.

"What happened?" Dean grunted walking past Sam.

"Nothing," Sam sighed.

"My ass," Dean grunted back at Sam.

"Someone gunna tell me what happened? Nope, didn't think so," I sighed closing the bathroom door again as they walked off towards Brady.

"Sammy here locked me in the toilet!" Dean grunted.

"What why?" I gasped glaring at Sammy.

"Ask him!" Dean grunted.

"Dean I'm fine," Sam sighed to his earlier comment.

"Yeah and what about Brady?" Dean called back as I followed them through the house.

"Uh! Like you said…we need him," Sam sighed as we approached Brady who looked up at us smiling.

I dropped my shoulders impressed that he had managed to control himself.

"God the day I've had," Crowley appeared behind me silently making us jump.

"Good news, you're going to live forever," Crowley said walking towards Brady. His suit was ripped and I guessed because of that he would be pissed.

"What did you do?" Brady grimaced.

"Went over to a demons nest, had a little massacre, must be loosing my touch though…let one of the little toads live," Crowley smirked. "Oops," he said his back too us. "Also might have said, given said toad, that you left your post last night. Because you and I are…wait for it," Crowley said holding his hand out and under the light I could see spots of blood. "Lovers in league against Satan," he chuckled.

Dean's mouth dropped slightly as he looked at us.

Brady sighed with a grunt.

"Hello darling," Crowley smirked.

Brady looked less than impressed.

"So now death is off the table, now you get to be at the top of the bosses torment list, next too little old me," Crowley smiled.

"Oh no-no-no!" Brady mumbled.

"No!" Crowley said excitedly. "Something else we have in common apart from our torrent passion of course, crave and self preservation," Crowley said smug. "So now, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is at?"

Brady was about to open his mouth when a sound of a dog echoed through the house from outside. We looked around frowning with wide eyes.

"Oh God Crowley," Brady sighed actually looking scared.

I gulped and moved closer to the nearest brother – Sam.

"Was that a hell hound?" Dean's voice shook.

"I'd say yeah," Crowley said looking out the corner of his eye.

"Why was that a hell hound?" Dean asked.

Crowley reached into his jacket revealing more rips in it, and he pulled out what looked like a gold coin.

"What's that?" Sam frowned staring at it like the rest of us.

"Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?" Crowley questioned and my expression dropped with panic.

"Yeah…" Sam shrugged.

"Demons planted one on me," Crowley announced and I saw Dean's mouth drop from the corner of my eye.

"You saying that the hell hound followed you here?" Sam asked getting agitated.

"Well…actually, technically he followed this," Crowley said holding up the coin.

"Get me out of here I'll tell you anything you want!" Brady spoke quickly as he struggled in the chair.

Panic attacked me; I guess the fact that Demons are scared of them, made the whole situation ten times worse.

"Just shut up!" I ordered Brady as I wiped sweat off my face.

"Ok so we should go," Dean said trying to be calm.

"Sorry boys, no-one knows more about the hounds than I," Crowley said glancing at the coin. "You're long past the point of car," he said flicking it in the air and it landing in Dean's hand.

We looked up thinking Crowley was there, but of course he had abandoned us, and the dog outside was still barking in the distance – but it was getting closer. Brady rolled his eyes once he too realised Crowley was gone.