Chapter 2

Sam slept well that night, in fact it was the best sleep he had gotten in awhile. He went to bed early that night to avoid talking to Dean anymore than he had to. Because of this, he also woke up early.

Sam looked at the clock when he first woke up, and the time said 6:31 am. He turned on his side and tried to sleep some more but he wasn't tired one bit. He sat up and looked around the room almost as if he expected someone to be in the room with him. He got up and found his way to the kitchen. He threw the fridge open and took out a water bottle and some eggs. Sam turned on the stove and cracked the eggs over a frying pan, then took a sip of his water.

Within minutes his breakfast was done cooking, and he put the eggs onto two plates before getting out bacon. He shoved the bacon into the microwave and when they were done he lied them onto one of the plates. Sam sat down and started to eat his eggs when Dean walked into the room.

"You're up early" Dean said, admiring the cooked meal.

"So are you." Sam scoffed. "You going to eat or are you just going to stand there and drool?"

Dean hesitated and then took the plate of eggs and bacon.

"Thanks Sammy." Dean hovered around the kitchen with the plate in his hands. "So any ideas as to what we should do today? Track down Crowley? Look for another job? Go to Six Flags?"

"Uhm...No idea but for sure we are not going to Six Flags" Sam laughed a bit and got up "Hold on let me get my laptop..."

Sam left the room and Dean threw the food he hadn't even touched in the trash, then looked at himself in his reflection in the microwave. Sam walked back in and Dean made a funny pose

"I'm a tiger! Rawr..." Dean said while still looking at his reflection.

"Whatever you say Dean..." Sam looked at Deans plate "Did you finish that already? I'm going to have to start cooking larger portions for you" Sam shook his head and Dean smiled.

"Fatten me up Sammy, I want to be Santa Claus by Christmas" Dean jokingly replied. 'Not that i'm not already pretty heavy' he thought. He sat on Sam's lap. "What do you want for Christmas little boy?"

"Dean its the other way around"

"You want a seat on Big Santa's lap then huh?"

"Dean stop it" Dean laughed

"Want to take a ride on Santa for a lolipop?"

"deAN!" Sam laughed, his face bright red, and he shoved Dean off of his lap.

"Ok, ok I'll stop!" Dean giggled and got up.

Sam got on his laptop and started looking at news websites, while Dean wandered around the kitchen, waiting impatiently. Sam sure took his time with his search, it felt like to Dean, but Sam was really just having a rough time finding a job for them to do. About an hour later, Dean was laying on the floor and Sam had given up on finding something to do. He slammed his computer shut and looked at Dean. "I got nothing..." Dean sat up and grabbed Sam's nose. "I got something...your nose." Sam slapped his hand away.

It was noon when Sam walked back into the kitchen to grab a sandwich. Dean was still laying on the floor with his arm over his eyes.

"You alright?"

"mm" Dean's response was not promising. Sam knelt down next to Dean.

"You bored?"

"mhm"

"Want to go out and get a burger or something?"

"no thanks" When did Dean ever say no to a burger?

"Dean are you sure you're-"

"Lets go try to find a demon to kill, i'm in the hunting mood right now."

"But I already checked and-"

"Then lets go find Cas, maybe he knows whats up with the demons" Dean hopped up and skipped to the car "Come on Sammy!"

Sam sighed, grabbed a sandwich, and followed Dean to the car.

It was 4 pm when they finally got a hold of Castiel and met up with him at a messy motel somewhere in Illinois. Dean pulled his car up into the parking lot and got out, while Sam was waking himself up from the car ride nap he had just taken. The air was musty and humid, it looked like it had rained earlier and that more rain was coming. Sam finally got out of the car and nodded at Dean.

They walked up to the room number Castiel had told them, room number 9. They knocked and immediately Castiel was at the door.

"Come in, hurry"

Sam and Dean walked into the room and Castiel locked the door behind them. The room was a mess with scattered pizza boxes and beer bottles rolling around the floor.

"What the heck Cas?"

"I made some friends and they like beer" Castiel responded. Dean layed himself down on a bed and rubbed his head.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Castiel asked.

"Just a little headache, i'm okay though its just from driving."

Sam looked at Castiel.

"So you got some news"

"Ah, yes, I uh, heard some news at this pub I went to."

"You were at a pub?"

"Yes. Anyways I overheard some people talking, they said something about a huge meeting to welcome the queen. At first I thought that they were just talking about the Queen of England you know, her majesty, but I invesigated more and it was about the demon."

"Abaddon" Sam responded.

"Yes. They are meeting tonight at 10, behind the pub that I was at earlier."

"Dammit, we can't just jump in there though, we don't have the blade!"

"Relax Sammy...We'll just watch from afar..." Dean muttered.

"Yeah but what if they notice us? We are screwed"

"To hell with em"

"Good one Dean" Castiel laughed but once he got a look at Sam's annoyed face he stopped. "What it was clever"

"So tonight, we go out and find them, spy on them, and then get out of there" Sam stated the plan. Both Castiel and Dean nodded.

"I need some medicene..." Dean grumbled as he scrambled his way to his car and drove off the closest pharmacy.

"You sure he is okay?"

"Yeah, I think he skipped lunch but he'll be fine." Sam sat down. "So where's this pub?"

Dean got some medication and was well on his way back to the motel when he saw Crowley sitting on a bench in the pouring rain. Dean parked his car and walked over to where he was sitting.

"What the hell Crowley?"

"You and Moose better take me to spy with you. I want in on this exebetion."

"Uh let me think about it...yeah no. Were you spying on us?"

"Yes, and tonight I will be spying WITH you" Crowley looked Dean in the eyes. "Or do you not want the blade back?"

"How about you give me the blade tonight and I kill her"

"How about not yet, as much as I want her gone I also don't want to be gone and I don't trust you with that blade yet."

"You are one load of crap you know that"

"And you are lacking fuel you know that? Whats happened to your appetiete huh? Want Sam to find out what you are doing?"

"I'm not-!.." Dean looked away and rubbed his temple. "Ok you don't tell him about this and I'll let you spy with us, deal?"

"Deal with the devil!" Crowley squeled happily.