Chapter 6 – Kid's Got Some Daddy Issues
Krysta grinned; she was happier than she'd been in a long time and things were finally going her way.
Dean, on the other hand, was still fuming. Why were they even going along with this? They should have ganked the bitch when they first saw her. What the hell was Sammy thinking?
"Let me guess," Dean drawled, his tone filled with a large amount of snark, even for him, "you want us to say 'yes' to Michael and Lucifer? Go along with those dick angels and carry out the Apocalypse; winner gets the Colt? Then you can go prancing back to daddy—whoever the hell he is—so he can tell you what a good job you did and give you a pat on the head? How close am I?"
When Dean mentioned her father, Sam noticed how Krysta's eyes flashed with anger—or was it hatred? Sadness? Fear? Maybe even a combination of all four. It seemed they had struck a nerve.
'Great,' he thought. 'A half-angel with daddy issues. This should be fun…'
Krysta huffed. "It's gonna take a lot to get you to trust me, isn't it?" Ignoring Dean's smirk, she continued with a sour expression. "Look, saying 'yes' to those dicks is the last thing I want you to do. I don't want to have to watch the two of them use you to destroy half the world. I happen to like it here and would be pretty sad to see it blown to shit!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Well then, pray tell. What can we do for you?" he asked sarcastically.
Krysta gave him a dirty look and, if he actually liked or even trusted the girl, he would have laughed.
'Damn,' he thought. 'Chick's got a better "bitch-face" than Sammy!'
"Believe it or not, I'm on your side. I want Lucifer," she spat his name, "dead. All I want is your help in doing it." She looked at them hopefully.
Sam scoffed, crossing his arms across his body. "And why should we believe you? That's practically the same thing Ruby said to me, and look how well that turned out!"
Dean nodded in agreement, shuddering internally as he remembered the screams that came from the panic room during Sam's demon blood detox.
"A few reasons." Krysta started counting them off on her fingers. "One, I'm not a demon. Two, if you didn't trust me as much as you'd like to think you do, you would have shot me by now—"
A quiet "maybe if you hadn't taken our freaking guns…" was heard from Dean's direction, but it was ignored.
"—And three, I'm the one with the leverage here." Krysta looked at the boys smugly. "So? Do we have a deal? You help me gank the Devil and I'll trade you the Colt for Ruby's knife." She stuck her hand out in front of her body, waiting for the deal-sealing handshake.
Sam pursed his lips and tried to counteroffer, his inner pre-law-instincts kicking in. "How 'bout we help you and you give us the Colt. We keep the knife."
She shook her head. "Nope. No deal. I went through a lot of trouble to get the damn gun." Krysta was sure to leave out the part where it would be even harder to get the Colt a second time. Why had she returned it again? "And you want Lucifer dead anyways. I'll trade it for the knife afterwards. That's the deal so either take it or leave it."
Dean looked at his brother. "Son of a bitch," he muttered.
Then he strode across the room and shook Krysta's outstretched hand. "Deal."
Pulling it away from Krysta's, Dean ran his hand through his hair. "So, I'll assume that you're not gonna hand over the Colt and let us kill Lucifer…" Krysta shook her head and he sighed. "That's what I thought."
"Look," said Krysta as she walked towards the bathroom, "I have to go and get the gun. You two stay here and figure out where the devil actually is."
Dean scoffed. "I thought you 'knew things.'"
"I do," she replied smugly. She grinned at her reflection in the mirror as she combed her fingers through her hair. "I never said I knew everything."
"We're coming with you." Sam didn't think it was a good idea to let Krysta go on her own; who was to say she wouldn't come back?
The corner of her mouth twitched as she walked back over to the boys; she was obviously trying hard not to laugh. "No offense, but you would only slow me down. No, it'll be faster if I go myself."
"Ha! Believe me, sweetheart, we can keep up!" Dean said, rolling his eyes. "It's not like you have wings or anything." He started laughing at the thought.
Krysta raised an eyebrow at him. Her look screamed 'are you honestly that stupid?'
Dean's eyes just about popped out of their sockets. "Wait, you have wings?" he cried. Sam was just as surprised.
"Honestly," Krysta sighed. Humans could be so ignorant sometimes. She tossed each of the Winchester boys their guns. "Just stay here and figure out where Lucifer and his meat-suit are at," she instructed. "Oh, and try not to get killed while I'm gone."
Sam and Dean stared at the spot where she disappeared long after she was gone. They had heard the fluttering of wings just before she vanished, but couldn't see any. The motel room was quiet, minus the ticking of the wall clock.
The silence was finally broken when Sam whispered "Dude…"
Dean turned to his brother wide-eyed. "I know…" Scratching his head, he continued. "Dammit, Sam, I dunno what to do here! I…I'm out of ideas."
"Well…I have one." Sam grimaced.
'Great,' thought Dean as he looked at his brother's expression. He wasn't going to like this. "And?"
"Let's call Bobby."
