Charlie, looking horrified as Sam laid on the floor, increased her grip on Amanda:
"You have lied to us!"
"Did you figure that out all by yourself, smartass?" I knew that Alan would realize the situation and he will tend a trap for you."
"Charlie, run away!" yelled Dean. Alan was checking that Sam was unconscious, but he stood up and hit Dean with the iron pipe in the ribs:
"Oomph!"
"Shut up, "Shut up, you annoying fuck! I am now in charge. You ... the redhead geek, drop the knife."
"I'll kill your female friend unless you do not free the kids." Charlie threatened him.
"I don't give a shit if you kill her. If you do not give me immediately the knife, "I'll hit these sacs of meat until no one can recognize them." Alan said, brandishing the pipe.
"Alan! You said I was important to you" Amanda was indignant. "When I say that? Ah, yes! When we were fucking." Alan Stair laughed.
"Many things are said as one fucks, honey."
He turned to Charlie.
"You! Leave the knife on the ground already, or I'll start hitting them"
"Charlie, don't!"
Dean entreated. And Alan began to hit him with the pipe, while the poor Dean swayed like a punching bag, unable to avoid the blows.
"Stop, stop please! Look, look ... I'm leaving the knife on the floor."
Charlie let go of Amanda and she bent to leave the knife, throwing it in direction to Alan.
Alan gave a tremendous laugh, and he made a motion with his hand.
Charlie and Carla were found pushed and immobilized against the wall.
Amanda went beside Alan and she gave him a deep and long kiss:
"Let me kill them, Alan".
"All yours, pretty." he said, slamming her ass.
"What do you think to do with them?"
"You know that psychological torture is my speciality. I think I'll do that one kill the other. I think they like each other, and that will make it more fun."
Amanda, with a flick of the hand, let go free Carla which saw herself with a sharp knife in her hand.
"Kill your friend! Now!"
"No, no please, not that!" Carla cried as she was heading toward Charlie with the knife raised helplessly.
"Charlie, I can not stop! I do not want to do this! Sorry, forgive me ..."
"I know it's not you, Carla." Charlie said as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Do not worry."
Carla fighting with all her might for retained herself but inevitably the knife was approaching to the heart of Charlie:
"Sorry, Charlie. I'm not strong enough. I would like that we could have time to we meet us better."
"And me too, we had pending a long talk in a bar. We could have danced ... Do you like to dance, right?"
The knife was almost on Charlie's heart, she felt the cold tip, through her clothes and digging into her skin:
"I love to dance ..." babbled Carla, amid a sea of tears.
"How sweet! Oh, love!" Amanda scoffed of them.
"you're going to break my heart."
Alan had freed Danny trap devil and they both joined Amanda's laughs.
Sam opened his eyes slightly, seeing everything to spin around. What had happened? Oh, he was beaten and his head it hurt.
He began to remember and hear the cries of Carla and Charlie in the distance, as the voices come of the deep of a hole.
But he could not focus. Certainly the hit had caused a shock him.
But he sensed that the situation was desperate.
He reached into his pocket and looked for cellphone. He gave to send message thinking "After all, the situation can not get worse" and he tried to join forces to get up.
"Do not do it!" Dean pleaded to the demons.
"Charlie, ... Nooo!"
He and Jimmy looked helpless the situation.
Jimmy begged inside himself. "Please, they will do not force me to kill Dean, ... It will no, no ..."
"Enough of this nonsense! Do it now!" He ordered Amanda.
And Carla felt her arm towered over Charlie, ready to stab her in the heart.
"Bye Bye!" Charlie said, smiling through tears to Carla, to reassure the girl, who looked desperate that he could do nothing to prevent stabbing her friend.
At that time, a red smoke filled the room and everyone froze.
Crowley looked around and took a sip from his glass of scotch:
"What the hell is going on here?"
The three devils bowed their heads before the King of Hell:
"Sir, they are hunters. They were sticking their noses into our affairs." Danny explained.
"Be Quiet!" Crowley ordered.
Sam got up, leaning against the wall, but he did not feel very stable and blood was dripping down his forehead.
"Hello Moose! I see you bad face. What do you want? Where's the squirrel?"
"I'm here!" Dean said.
"And we would appreciate that someone let go us."
Crowley laughed:
"You look like a ham. A ham ... In decreased!" He said seeing better.
"If you want, I tell you better when all my blood is not on my head."
Crowley nodded and both, Jimmy and Dean, fell to the ground, they were free from their bonds.
"Thank you!, but the next time the descent could be a little softer." Dean said, rubbing his back.
"Sam you okay? Charlie?"
"Fine. But I prefer that would not a knife pointing to my heart, if not too much to ask." Charlie said.
"Crowley?" Dean said gesturing to the girls.
The King of Hell gave him a look of resignation, and with a sigh freed the girls.
Carla dropped the knife, and she and Charlie hugged.
"Well, if you have already finished ordering favors. Can someone tell me what's going on here?"
Crowley asked indignantly.
"And, Why the squirrel is now just a hamster?"
Dean, was helping him up to Jimmy, gave him a look of disgust.
"It was the spell of a witch, Crowley. And by the way, you could help out with that."
Said Sam, that he began to feel better.
"Why would do it? In toddler he is really adorable."
"I'm not a toddler and I'm not adorable." Dean intervened.
"But we go to the case. These demons were making deals and breach all the rules. I going to tell you, ..."
Dean and Sam informed of the whole affair to Crowley, supported by Charlie and Carla as they providing data of the happening.
Even Jimmy dared to intervene specifying the minutes elapsed between fact and fact, or the meters, ...
The three devils looked down awaiting the decision of the feared King of Hell, and they were trembled because he looked very angry.
"That's enough. I'll end with them now." Crowley said, ready to snap his fingers.
"Nooo!" Sam stopped him.
"The costumes of meat are alive and are just kids."
"why should I care for it?" Crowley asked, throwing a deadly three devils look.
"Because they have a boss, a woman apparently, and she is trying to take away the throne, Crowley." Dean explained.
"You must send them to hell and you will extract information of they."
"Okay, Hamtaro."
Crowley snapped his fingers and the three demons began to write and scream, black smoke came out of their mouths, disappearing underground.
The three youths fell unconscious.
Crowley finished his glass of whiskey, tasted and he looked at the Winchester and company.
"I'm a busy man. So ..."
And he disappeared.
To Be Continued ..
