What's Up, Tiger Mommy Part 2

"Crowley." Dean glared.

"Kevin." Crowley ignored Dean. "What a pleasure to see you. Sorry about our little playdate. Her name? Ah. Well, if you're gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines." He explained before looking at Mrs. Tran. "And who is this lovely young thing? Must be your sister."

Mrs. Tran slapped Crowley hard across the face.

"Ah!" Crowley yelled.

"Stay away from my son." She glared.

"Charming." Crowley held a hand to his cheek. "Defiling her corpse just made number one on my to-do list."

Dean stepped forward, but Angela moved to stop him.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh," Crowley warned. "Don't mind a little love tap, but anything more, and our Mookie pals here may just throw you out, and that would be a shame."

"He's right, Dean. It's not worth it." Angela replied.

"Listen to Bambi, Squirrel." Crowley glared as a bald man entered the room. "Ah. Here comes our host."

"Honored guests, please take your seats." A man's voice boomed.

"That's Plutus?" Dean scoffed. "What is he, God of the candy aisle?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the auction is starting." Beau smiled at the group.

"Good luck with the bidding," Crowley replied before walking off.

"Nice right hook." Sam complimented Mrs. Tran as they walked towards their seats.

A young man in a fast-food employee's uniform walked up to Dean. "Dean Winchester?"

Dean stopped walking and his brows furrowed. "Do I know you?"

"Uh, no, but, uh, I knew Castiel."

Dean's brows shot up immediately. "You're an angel?"

"This—this was the nearest vessel on short notice. We don't usually come to things like this, but, uh…" the young man explained.

"You're chasing the magic rock?" Dean asked.

"We protect the Word of God."

"Well, awesome job so far, uh…" Dean read the young man's name tag. "Alfie."

"Actually, my name is Samandriel." He corrected.

"Let's just stick with Alfie." Dean shrugged.

Samandriel pursed his lips. "I wanted to ask you about Castiel. What happened to him?"

Dean sighed deeply. "Well, me and Cas—we, uh—we iced Dick Roman and got a one-way rocket ride to Purgatory for our trouble."

"But you escaped." Samandriel replied. "Did—did Castiel?" he asked, earning no response from Dean. Samandriel sighed sadly. "You know, there are some in Heaven who still believe, despite his mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place."

"Are you one of them?" Dean questioned.

"I think too much heart was always Castiel's problem." Samandriel replied softly before walking away.

Dean sighed and pursed his lips, zoning out slightly.

~/~\~

Castiel was washing his hands and face at a stream. Dean and Benny approached.

"Cas!" Dean exclaimed.

"Dean." Castiel stood up as Dean and Benny walked closer.

"Cas." Dean laughed and hugged Castiel tightly. "Damn, it's good to see you. Nice peach fuzz." He added as he pulled away.

"Thank you," Castiel replied.

"You should meet somebody. This is Benny. Benny, this is Cas." Dean introduced.

"Hola." Benny greeted.

Castiel's brows furrowed slightly. "How did you find me?"

"The bloody way," Dean replied. "You feeling okay?"

"You mean am I still…" Castiel pointed to his head and made a circular motion with his finger.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, if you want to be on the nose about it, sure."

"No. I'm perfectly sane," Castiel replied. "But, then, 94% of psychotics think they're perfectly sane, so I guess we'd have to ask ourselves, 'what is sane'?"

Dean paused for a moment. "That's a good question."

"Why'd you bail on Dean?" Benny cut in.

"Dude—

"The way I hear it," Benny ignored Dean. "You two hit monster land, and hot wings took off. I figure he owes you some backstory."

Dean sighed. "Look, we were surrounded, okay? Some freak jumped Cas. Obviously, he kicked its ass, right?"

"No," Castiel admitted.

Dean frowned. "What?"

"I ran away," Castiel replied.

"You ran away?"

"I had to," Castiel stressed.

Dean clenched his jaw. "That's your excuse for leaving me with those gorilla-wolves?"

"Dean—

"You bailed out and, what, went camping. I prayed to you, Cas, every night!" Dean exclaimed.

Castiel sighed deeply. "I know."

Dean looked slightly hurt. "You know and you didn't…What the hell's wrong with you?"

"I am an angel in a land of abominations!" Castiel replied. "There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived."

"Join the club!" Dean snapped.

"These are not just monsters, Dean. They're Leviathan. I have a price on my head." Castiel stressed. "And I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to—to keep them away from you. That's why I ran. Just leave me, please."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's roll." Benny instructed.

"Hold on, hold on." Dean stopped him. "Cas, we're getting out of here. We're going home."

"Dean, I can't." Castiel sighed.

"You can," Dean assured. "Benny, tell him."

Benny sighed. "Purgatory has an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it's angel-friendly."

"We'll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you."

"Dean…"

"And if Leviathan want to take a shot at us, let 'em," Dean smirked. "We ganked those bitches once before. We can do it again."

"It's too dangerous." Castiel shook his head.

"Let me bottom-line it for you," Dean replied. "I'm not leaving here without you. Understand?"

Castiel sighed. "I understand."

~/~\~

Dean shook himself from the memory as someone rapped a gavel to begin the auction. Dean took a seat next to Angela, who was sitting next to Sam.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and…other," Beau greeted. "Welcome to this once-in-a-lifetime event."

"Samandriel," Crowley smirked. "Slumming it, are we?"

"The first name in magical and alchemical esoterica." Beau continued as Sam, Dean, Angela, Mrs. Tran, and Kevin took out their wallets. "Our prices may be high, but our quality is unmatched, and we stand by our products."

"Don't know why you're so keen on that hunk of dirt," Crowley said as he sat behind the group. "So, it tells you how to blast back a few demons? I'll just make more. Can't get rid of all my black-eyed boys, Samantha."

Sam turned to look at him. "Yeah, we'll see."

"And across the plane…" Beau continued.

"Alright." Angela sighed. "So, how much we got for plan 'B'?"

"Uh, well, we got our hacked credit cards, $2500, and a, uh, Costco membership," Dean replied.

"Our first item, the amulet of Hesperus. Let's start the bidding with, um, three tons of dwarven gold?" Beau suggested, causing the hunters to share a look. "Ah. This lady. I have three. Do I have, uh, four? Ah. Four, gentlemen here. Four. Going for five. Five?" Beau rattled off. "Five to this lady. Do we have an advance on five tons?"

"Plan 'C'?" Sam asked.

"Big time." Dean nodded.

"Any other bids? Any other bids?" Beau asked.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom," Dean muttered, standing up.

"Sold!" Beau exclaimed.

Dean followed an auction staff member who wheeled away a trolley containing auction items. The staff member unlocked a room with a metal door and pushed the trolley inside, then locked the room again and walked back towards the auction. Dean bumped into him.

"Oh, sorry." Dean apologized.

Dean waited until the staff member left, then looked at the key he had pickpocketed from him. He used the key to unlock the door, revealing two men.

"This isn't the men's room!" Dean played dumb, glancing at the tablet. "Okay." He chuckled, closing the door.

~/~\~

"Our next item up for bid, the hammer of Thor, Mjolnir," Beau explained.

"A finger bone from the frost giant Ymir." Mr. Vili offered, holding up the bone.

Beau looked at Plutus, who shook his head.

"Uh…the bone and, uh…" Mr. Vili held up a bloodstained brown paper bag. "5/8 of a virgin."

Sam visibly recoiled and Angela looked nauseous. Dean walked back into the room, sitting down on the other side of Sam. Plutus nodded.

"Ah. Sold." Beau smiled.

"Plan 'C' tanked," Dean muttered.

"Maybe you should try plan 'D' for dumbass," Crowley smirked.

"Our next lot, the Word of God…" Beau held up the tablet. "Capital 'G'—very old, very rare."

Crowley stood up. "Three billion dollars."

"Whoa." Dean, Sam, and Angela said simultaneously.

Samandriel stood up. "The Mona Lisa."

"The real Mona Lisa." Crowley countered. "Where she's topless."

"Vatican City." Samandriel offered.

"Alaska." Crowley countered.

Beau scoffed. "Palin and a bridge to nowhere? No, thanks."

"Alright. The moon." Crowley offered.

Angela's brows furrowed. "You're bidding the moon?"

"Yeah. Claimed it for Hell." Crowley shrugged. "Think a man named Buzz gets to go into space without making a deal?"

"Ah. I'm sorry, gentlemen." Beau sighed. "It seems that our reserve price has not been met. So, in order to stimulate the bidding, we're going to add an item to this lot…" he pointed at Kevin. "Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord."

Mrs. Tran gasped as Kevin disappeared.

Mrs. Tran stood up. "No!"

Kevin reappeared, chained near Plutus. Sam, Dean, and Angela stood up, but two auction employees behind them forced them back into their seats forcefully.

Sam glared up at the one who had shoved Angela. "Hey!" he snapped.

"Mr. Tran is the only person on Earth who can read this tablet, which makes them a perfect matching set," Beau explained.

"So out of your league." Crowley chuckled.

"So, do I hear a bid of, um—

"No, stop!" Mrs. Tran cried. "I'll give you whatever you want. I have a 401K, my house!"

Plutus just chuckled.

"Good effort, Ms. Tran, but I'm afraid this is a little out of your price range," Beau replied condescendingly.

"My soul." Mrs. Tran offered.

"Mom, don't!" Kevin exclaimed.

"I bid my soul!" Mrs. Tran yelled.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. "That's a big move."

"Interesting," Plutus smirked.

"If it's souls that you're after, I can give you a million souls." Crowley shrugged.

Dean turned to look at Samandriel. "Hey, flyboy, are you gonna get in on this?"

Samandriel shook his head. "We guard the souls in Heaven. We don't horse-trade them."

"So we have a deal," Crowley commented.

"It's not about the quantity, chief," Plutus replied. "It's about sacrifice. This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has. It's everything. Are you willing to offer everything, Mr. Crowley?"

"Tick-tock," Dean smirked.

"Fine." Crowley pursed his lips. "You win. I bid…my own soul!"

Plutus laughed. "Mr. Crowley, you don't have a soul." He replied. "Congrats, sweetheart." He smiled at Mrs. Tran.

"Thank you. Thank you." Mrs. Tran breathed.

Crowley left the room. Kevin looked distressed and Mrs. Tran afraid.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were sitting with Mrs. Tran in the room where the auction had been held.

"Losing my soul—is it going to hurt?" she asked.

"Probably." Dean nodded.

"Will I die?" Mrs. Tran asked.

"No," Sam replied. "You'll just wish you were dead."

"Okay." She whispered.

Beau walked into the room. "It's time."

Dean, Sam, and Angela stood up while Mrs. Tran remained seated.

"Are you okay?" Angela asked gently.

Mrs. Tran was on the verge of tears. "Yeah. Can I—can I just have a minute?"

The three hunters walked a few steps away.

"Guys, this sucks." Sam sighed.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean scoffed. "We're about to close the gates of Hell forever. If you ask me, we got off cheap."

Dean, Sam, and Angela left the room.

~/~\~

Mr. Vili picked up Thor's hammer. "Mjolnir, I've missed you." He cradled the hammer to his chest and walked off.

Beau and Mrs. Tran walked up to Sam, Dean, and Angela.

"Where's the kid?" Dean asked.

Plutus snapped his fingers and Kevin appeared.

"What are you going to do with her soul?" Angela asked.

"Whatever I want." Plutus shrugged. "I might sell it, or maybe I'll just tuck it away with my other precious objects, let them keep me warm at night. Mm." he chuckled. Plutus held out his hands. "Whenever you're ready, dear."

After a pause, Mrs. Tran held out a hand and stepped forward.

"Wait!" Dean exclaimed.

Dean grabbed Mrs. Tran's outstretched arm and pushed up her sleeve. Her demon-proofing tattoo had been burned off.

"Hello, boys. Angela." She greeted in Crowley's voice as her eyes turned red.

"Crowley." Sam glared.

Mrs. Tran flung her arms out and sent the three hunters flying.

"No," Plutus frowned. "You can't. My warding spells."

"Your girl Friday showed me a few loopholes." Mrs. Tran smirked.

Plutus looked at Beau, who just smiled and shrugged.

"And all it cost me was an island in the South Pacific." Mrs. Tran added. "I love a bargain."

Beau stabbed Plutus from behind. Mrs. Tran pulled the stake from Plutus's chest and hurled it at a man who was guarding Kevin.

"Can't do all my tricks, but I can do enough." She smirked.

"Get out of her!" Kevin demanded.

Dean reached into the box of confiscated weapons and took out the demon knife. Mrs. Tran picked up the Word of God.

"If I had a nickel for every time someone screamed that at me." Mrs. Tran sassed.

Sam tackled Mrs. Tran to the ground, then got up and stood up next to Dean and in front of Kevin and Angela.

"Getting in touch with your feminine side, huh, Crowley?" Dean asked.

"Something like that." Mrs. Tran shrugged.

"Well, come and get him." Dean glared.

Mrs. Tran glanced at Kevin. "One out of two ain't bad." She replied before running off with the Word of God.

"Watch the kid!" Dean told Sam and Angela before he ran after Mrs. Tran.

Kevin tried to push past Sam, but Angela grabbed his arm.

"Kevin, don't!" Angela exclaimed. "Let Dean take care of it."

Beau pointed the gun at Sam and Angela.

"Sam, Angie, move!" Kevin yelled, pushing them out of the way.

Beau shot, but missed as Sam grabbed Angie and ducked for cover.

~/~\~

Mrs. Tran continued to run through the warehouse with Dean following close behind.

~/~\~

Beau continued to shoot at Sam and Angela, who were behind an upturned table with Mr. Vili.

Sam turned to Angela, his brows furrowed in concern. "Are you okay, baby?"

Angela nodded. "Mmhmm. You?"

Sam rested a hand on Angela's stomach and kissed her quickly. "I'm fine."

Kevin started to head towards the exit.

"Don't!" Beau yelled, causing Kevin to stop. "You know what's better than one private island? Two private islands."

Sam came up behind Beau and swung Thor's hammer at the back of Beau's head. Lightning crackled as Beau fell. Kevin ran out of the room.

Angela stood up and ran over to Sam. Mr. Vili stood up, still standing behind the table.

"Okay. Give it back." Mr. Vili pleaded. "Give it back."

Sam held out Thor's hammer to Mr. Vili, then stopped. "Where'd you get the 5/8 of a virgin?"

Mr. Vili just smiled and shrugged. "Oh, no." he realized.

Sam swung the hammer at Mr. Vili and lightning crackled. The hammer fell onto a pile of Mr. Vili's clothes. Sam wrapped his arm around Angela and pulled her to him protectively.

"That was strangely hot," Angela commented. "You're like... Thor." she smirked.

~/~\~

Mrs. Tran was running through the warehouse. Dean caught her and pushed her against the wall. The tablet went flying along the ground. Dean held his knife to Mrs. Tran's throat as Kevin ran up.

"Mom!" Kevin yelled.

Mrs. Tran pushed Dean away and red smoke poured from her mouth. Crowley stepped out of a door, brushing off his coat.

"Well, that was exciting," Crowley commented. "Good luck closing the gates of Hell…" he picked up the tablet. "Without this."

Kevin was crouching down by Mrs. Tran, who was on the floor leaning against the wall.

"Surprising what mommy dearest has rattling around in her head." Crowley continued. "Want to know who your real father is? Scandalous."

"Crowley!" Dean yelled.

"I know we're not mates, Kevin," Crowley started. "But one word of advice—run. Run far and run fast. 'Cause the Winchesters—well, they have a habit of using people up and watching them die bloody. Toodles." He added before leaving.

~/~\~

Dean, Angela, Sam, Kevin, and Mrs. Tran were in the room where the auction had been held. Mrs. Tran sat unmoving in a chair. Kevin sat in front of her with a hand on her knee.

"Has she said anything?" Angela asked gently.

Kevin just shook his head, not looking up at the hunters.

"Listen, Kev," Dean sighed. "What your mom went through—it's hell. Trust me, I know. But she seems tough. She'll pull it together."

"You tried to kill her," Kevin replied.

"Kid, in this life—

"Shut up!" Kevin interrupted. "I don't want to hear any more of your crappy speeches. I just want to talk to my mom alone."

"Sure." Sam nodded. "Five minutes."

The three hunters walked out of the room, leaving Kevin and Mrs. Tran alone.

"Mom…" Kevin's voice cracked.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were waiting in the next room.

"Dean, were you really going to, uh…" Angela trailed off.

"What?" Dean asked. "Slit soccer mom's throat? Yeah, I was. I wish I had."

Sam sighed. "Dean—

"It was Crowley, guys." Dean defended. "No matter what meat suit he's in, I should have knifed him. I mean, yeah, it would have sucked, and I would have hated myself, but what's one more nightmare, right?" he shrugged. Dean frowned. "It seem a little quiet in there to you?"

Angela opened the door, only to see that Kevin and Mrs. Tran were gone. "Kevin? Kevin!"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Dean snapped. He noticed a folded piece of paper on a chair. "Hey."

"What?" Sam frowned as Dean unfolded the note. "What's it say?"

"Uh, that they bolted, that we shouldn't come looking, and since we lost the tablet, Kevin figures we don't need him," Dean explained.

Sam's brows furrowed. "Yeah, but Crowley still does! What's that kid thinking?!"

Dean pursed his lips. "He thinks people I don't need anymore—they end up dead."

"Dean, that—that's not true. You know that." Angela comforted.

~/~\~

Castiel was hanging over the edge of a drop. A hand gripped his arm, preventing him from falling.

"Dean! Dean!" Castiel exclaimed.

The hand let go and Castiel fell a short distance.

"Aah! Dean!" Castiel yelled.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this chapter is up kinda late. I had school and when I got home I was exhausted. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! And thank you for the recent reviews :) Love you guys xoxo

~Emily