Crura
Corsica and Dean slowly backed into the room with Sam and Brady.
"Salt?" Sam asked.
Dean responded with an angry frown and cocking his sawed off riffle.
"Damn it, get me out of here!" Brady yelled with panic.
"Shut up!" Dean yelled back.
"Great, just great." Brady grumbled.
Corsica glared at him, reinforcing the command, "You heard him." She snapped.
"Hey!" Crowley bellowed.
"Crowley!" Corsica looked a dash surprised.
"You came back?" Dean asked confused.
"I'm invested, currently." He managed to say before loud ferocious barking broke out. "Stay!"
"You can control them?" Dean asked shocked.
"Not that one." He pointed to the middle of the room then patted what looked like the air beside his shoulder. "I brought my own. Mine's bigger." He smirked.
Corsica stared at his hound, he was quite an impressive size. She smiled sickly at the hound knowing he would win the fight that was about to break out.
"Sic 'em boy!" Crowley commanded his monstrous invisible hound as dust from the floor stirred behind him and snarling and whimpering filled the entire house.
The five of them fled the house and opened the doors of the impala.
"I'll wager a thousand my pup wins." Crowley chuckled as he got into the back seat.
Corsica couldn't help but laugh with him.
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"Corsica, why is it, Dean Winchester didn't look at you with the same disgust and hatred he does with the rest of our beloved race? Is there something I should know about that happened between you two? Why does he seem to… like having you around." Crowley struggled to wrap his head around what he had witnessed between Corsica and Dean.
"I have known about the apocalypse a lot longer than you, Crowley. I have been working on stopping it, knowing if Dean broke while he was in hell that would start it all, I had to do something. So I revisited our birthplace and waited for Dean to be collected. I was able to keep him off of Alistair's wall for a while. But it wasn't long after he had arrived they realized no one had seen his soul yet. I tried to keep him as human as possible. He sees me as somewhat of a savior, I guess. After they took him I was tossed a little further into the pit to be taught a lesson for keeping him from the plans. They told him I was dead, I wanted to keep it that way, him thinking I was dead that is. Why, Crowley? Feeling threatened by a human?" She teased as she finished the story.
"Not at all." He raised his eyebrows in surrender, "But I do have to wonder why he almost seems to care for you." Crowley asked as he gave her a stern look.
"Jealous of his human emotion?" She glanced at him from the side of her eye.
Crowley narrowed his eyes at her with frustration that she wasn't taking this seriously. Anything else would have made her stay her usual tight ass rather than poking fun at him.
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Sam sat in the passenger seat of the impala as Dean sped down the road towards Bobby's house. His head was reeling from Dean's actions in the last twenty-four hours. His brother had defended and left with Crowley then defended a demon that "helped" him in hell.
"Dean, what did you mean, Corsica helped you in hell?" Sam asked, hoping Dean would talk.
"You wouldn't understand, Sam." Dean spoke tightly.
"I don't get it, you were constantly on me about Ruby, but Corsica is somehow different?" Sam pushed.
"Yeah, she's different. She tried to protect me and until today, I thought she had died trying to help me." Dean remembered being on the wall. It was, well, hell to say the least. Unimaginable torture caused until there was no piece left, and then you were whole again to start all over again.
"Yeah, she didn't find you to let you know she was ok. She let you believe she was dead, Dean." Sam pointed out.
"Sam, she was punished for helping me, I don't know about you, but I certainly wouldn't go back to the person who caused me to be found out for doing the very thing no demon is supposed to do. I wouldn't get near them with a forty foot pole. Who even knows what they did to her." Dean spoke firmly.
"It doesn't make any sense. She's a demon, why the hell would she help you or even show you any kindness, it's against her nature." Sam asked, racking his brain for any clue as to why she helped him, or appeared to be helping him.
"I don't know, Sam. Maybe she knows something we don't." Dean growled.
"Maybe we ought to get it out of her?" Sam suggested.
"Sam, no. No body is touching her until we're sure she's not as good as we think."
"You think." Sam corrected.
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"No. Dean we already have Cas with us, even without his angel juice he's better than taking her with us." Sam refused to take Corsica with them to Niveus to stop the croatoan virus.
"Sam, she can help you guys. With all the Croats and Demons you might be dealing with, an extra pair of hands to help is just what you need." Dean pointed out to his little brother.
"I am going with you Sam. As much as I don't want to, I can be of some help since," She glanced at Cas who looked bewildered, "your angel isn't going to be much more help than any other human." She said.
"She's got a point, boy. I'm not going to be much help if any at all, you're going to need her." Bobby said with a tinge of self pity.
"Alright, well, good luck stopping the whole, zombie apocalypse." Dean sighed.
"Yeah, good luck killing Death." Sam glanced from under his brows with concern for his brother.
"Yeah." Dean nodded.
"Well, umm… You might need this." Sam pulled the demon killing knife from it's case and handed it to Dean.
"Keep it. Dean's covered. Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels… and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself." Crowley informed them.
"Where did you get that?" Castiel asked gruffly.
"Hello, King of the crossroads." He reminded them. "So, shall we? Bobby, you just going to sit there?"
"No, I'm going to river dance." He snapped.
"I suppose, if you wanted to impress the ladies." Crowley said as he looked to Corsica.
"Crowley, how thoughtful. You're nicer than they say." Corsica's smooth as velvet voice, slathered in sarcasm, danced through the air.
Adjusting his stance as no one understood what he meant, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact, you get more if you phrase it properly. So I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-A clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. Just gonna sit there?" He asked again as the expressions of the men around him showed when it finally clicked.
Everyone looked to Bobby expectantly, waiting for him to test his new legs.
"Son of a bitch." Bobby softly exclaimed.
"Yes. I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy." Crowley smirked, pleased with himself.
"Thanks." Bobby whispered appreciatively.
"This is getting maudlin. Can we go?" Crowley asked anxious for the touching moment to end.
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A/N: Another piece to the mystery revealed We really hope you all are enjoying this story. A great way to let us know that you like the story is to take a moment to leave a review, just to keep us inspired if you like what you're reading. You have no idea how it keeps us going.
