Gabe and Cass decided to split up and go about getting dirt on their father. They knew it was going to be hard as hell. But they needed to play smart. They knew some of the business connections their old man had, one in particular stood out. He was deep in their dads pocket as he was in theirs. His name was Lex Crowley. He and his wife, Lilith Crowley were rich, but no one knew where their money came from. It was rumored he was the head of the Russian mafia. But then again those were mere rumors. Any ways, Gabe decided to go and talk to Mr. Crowley and Cass would go and talk to another rich bastard who would not think twice of killing you while looking into your eyes. He was the worst of the whole group.
Gabe pulled up to a house that was hidden behind huge iron gates. The house reminded Gabe of a palace one would find somewhere in Europe. He rang the "doorbell", in this case, that was the little camera phone that was attached to the gate. A man, who must have been the help, answered and Gabe told him he needed to speak Mr. Crowley. The help was about to protest when Gabe gave his real name, Gabriel Novak, and said to ask Mr. Crowley before rejecting him.
Gabe sat in his Buggati Veyron. His pride and joy. He loved that car as much as Dean seems to love that '67 Impala. But who would want that car when he had this baby. His "baby" was all black with about 2 feet of red at the bottom. Everything in the interior matched the exterior. All black with red splashes all over. The seats were made of the best leather one could find. It was smooth as butter.
Gabe was enjoying his car, when the gates suddenly opened and he was met by a man in the golf cart. The man got out of the cart and approached Gabe. Gabe was told to follow the cart and he would be led to the main house and finally to Mr. Crowley. Gabe did as he was told and when he arrived at the house, he saw a huge and stately house. Even his parents would have been envious. He got out of the car and watched as the man in the golf cart drove off. He went up the stairs only to be greeted by another man.
That man asked Gabe to put his hands out to be patted down for weapons. Gabe rolled his eyes and saw that the other man was quite serious, and with a loud huff, he put his arms up and out. He was basically spread eagle standing up. After the other gentleman was convinced he was not armed, Gabe had to say something to annoy the creep. He really hated that man. Gabe said
"Sorry dude, I have had pat downs that have had me come in my pants. Your pat, sorry buddy, didn't even get a wiggle out of my cock." Gabe finished with a pat on the mans ass and said "is Mr. Crowley this way?" And he proceeded to walk down the hall. Only to be stopped by a hand on the shoulder, the hand that had just patted him down. Gabe was really not in the mood.
He took the man's hand of his shoulder and twisted it while turning around facing him, he then flipped the man onto the floor, the man fell to the ground face down, and put his foot on the back of the man's neck still holding his twisted hand, and said "I am not going to ask again. I let you try and give me a hand job, not my fault it didn't work. Now be a good boy, I need to see your master, Igor! Just then Gabe heard a chuckle from the other side of the hall. The same way he was planning on walking.
He turned around to see the man he had come to visit standing there with a three piece suit, diamond cuff links, two large gold rings on his left hand, one was obviously his wedding ring, the other was a emerald ring he wore on his middle finger, and a diamond ring on his right hand on the index finger. The man stood there with a glass of scotch. The best in the world, probably. Gabe let go of the help and straightened himself and pulled his clothes back to normal. They were a little wrinkled. Mr. Crowley raised an eyebrow at Gabe. He then turned to his help and calmly said "you can leave now, Luther. I think I am safe. Thank you."
Luther left, but, not without giving Gabe an angry look. To which Gabe just wriggled his eyebrows at him and commented "maybe next time big boy, impotence is always a hard thing to face. I wish I could understand your grief. But I've never had that problem...you know impotence"
"You shouldn't really piss him off. He is quite a dangerous man."
"Yeah well, he is in love with me, trust me I can tell. Then Gabe turned around to where Luther disappeared and yelled "I am taken, Luther. But I like you...I am huge supporter of men with impotence. I feel your pain, man."
Crowley, as he liked to be called, led Gabe into the study before he had blood on his floors. It's not like he would be the one cleaning it. And besides, he liked to do that kind of stuff in the back of the house, down in the cellar. That way, no screams escaped the walls and no need for clean up immediately. Crowley offered Gabe a drink who declined. Gabe knew better than to drink with a man who had no morals. Crowley may not try to poison him, but Gabe was not about to take a chance.
Gabe got down to business..."Crowley, thank you for seeing me. I need to talk to you and maybe even need your help."
"Interesting day today, I get a call from your old man in the morning and a visit from you in the afternoon."
Gabe was about to get pissed when he heard his dad had already contacted Crowley. So Gabe just took a chance. He continued "Crowley, I don't know how much you are aware of my father and my relationship. But he has been a thorn on my side and I need your help with getting rid of it."
"A thorn? Really? Well, now how can I be of service?"
"Crowley, can we just talk straight? No innuendoes? I really hate those!"
Crowley looked at that blonde man with golden eyes, and nodded. He pointed to the sofa and offered a seat to Gabe. Gabe followed his eyes and went to sit on the sofa. Crowley followed by sitting on his chair, which looked like a "throne" to Gabe, and got comfortable. Crowley put his drink on the side table and while fixing his tie, nodded for Gabe to continue.
"Crowley, you know my dad hates me and my brother Castiel. He has been a thorn on our side since the day we left our house. We even changed our names and cut off all contacts with him. As far as my family and I are concerned, we are and were never family." Gabe said it with as much hate as he could muster and still sound professional. "He has had the audacity to burn down Dean's restaurant and now he has sent Uriel to come and take care of us..."Crowley interrupted
"Not "us", just you."
"What?"
"I said not "us", they are not interested in doing anything to Castiel. Just you. They want you dead." Crowley finished as if he was talking about a football game. Gabe tried to tamper down his anger before he spoke again. "Dammit, then why the hell did they proceed to beat up Cass as well. They could have let him be?"
"I believe that Castiel stood up for you and he refused to be any part of their lives. Now answer me this Gabriel, why would I want to be involved in any of this family problems? Neither would it benefit me to help nor would it be any good for me. After all you and your father have always been my favorite business associates. So you see if I were to help either of you, it would do nothing for me. Unless, of course, you have something to offer me?" Crowley raised his eyebrows again at Gabe insinuating a deal worthy of him.
"Now Crowley, what could I possibly have that would interest you? You seem to have it all, as they say." Gabe said with a slight nod of the head.
"I want the crown jewel, so to speak of course." Waving a hand as if it was no big deal.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have any idea how long that has been in my family? Even I don't have it, it belongs to my father and he will probably give it to Uriel, seeing as we are not, exactly, seeing eye to eye these days."
"Well now, we have a slight problem. You see your dad was given the same offer and he declined and said he didn't need my help. Now, if you can find a way to get it, then maybe we can have a "business' deal here." What Crowley was asking for was just not possible. There was no way in hell Gabe would be able to get his hands on it, even if he want to. And, even if he were able to "steal" it from his father, he wasn't sure he wanted to hand it to this man. A man he didn't really trust. A man that was as dangerous as he was a smooth talker. Gabe said he would think it over and discuss it with his brother. Crowley led him back to his car and gave him 24 hours to make up his mind. He would help, of course, in any way possible to get it for Gabe.
Gabe drove back to his room at the St. Regis and waited for Cass to show up. Cass showed up about an hour later with the Winchester brothers in tow. The look that Cass had told him he had no luck with Mr. Lucifer, the other man, they might need help from. Cass filled them in on his meeting that basically consisted of talking with Mr. Lucifer from the doorway. And a quick "no" was the answer before he had the door shut in his face. So now it was Gabe's turn to tell them about his meeting with Crowley.
"He said he wanted what? Is that man crazy? That "Jewel" has been in our family for many generations."
"Yes, thank you Mr. Obvious. As if I didn't know that. And that my dear brother is why I didn't jump up and say yes."
"Sorry, Gabriel. I know, you wouldn't do that. It's just that with all our business dealings, everyone knows about that colt and no one, and I mean no one has ever asked for this sort of thing."
"I know, and that is what scares me. Why does it interest Crowley so much. I mean he has known about it for a long time and yet this is the time he uses it to ask for it? Something is off, I can feel it. Crowley does not just throw us a curve ball without an ulterior motive."
Dean and Sam looked from one brother to another and tried to understand what the conversation was about. If they really thought about it, it looked like a tennis match where you would look one way and then another and back again. Dean finally had had enough and asked the million dollar question.
"What crown jewel are they talking about? You guys have some shit assed piece of huge diamond or something stashed somewhere?"
Gabe and Cass looked at each other and it was Cass who tried to explain. "No, Dean. It is a 175 year old cold revolver that was manufactured in 1836. It has a nine inch barrel with a loading lever. It has its own case with all its accessories. It is not that expensive. There are only about 300 like those still around, but this is special because it has all of its accessories and the case still intact, as if it was never used. It may not be expensive, its just that it has been in our family for a long time."
"Holy fucking hell" was all that came out of Dean. So now the question that was floating around in the air without being asked or spoken was "what are we going to do? Are we going to steal the gun and hand it to Crowley? Or are we going to find another way to beat Mr. Novak and get their life back under their control".
