Sam and Castiel crept through the building stealthily looking for any leviathan that had survived Gabriel and Dean's initial sweep. A demon had distracted them and Kevin had disappeared and now the two were at an impasse.
"Shouldn't Gabriel be watching Kevin? I mean, we're going to need all hands on deck if we're going to be taking down Dick." Sam suggested and Cas hummed.
"I can't sense either of them directly due to the Leviathans. Any big sources of grace, yes, but not right now."
Sam sighed. "So we don't have any idea where anyone is."
"Negative."
"Alright. I'll go look for Gabe and Kevin while you track down Dean. He's the one with…you know what…and we'll meet up outside when it's done, alright?"
Castiel nodded and Sam smirked.
"Good luck man." He held out his hand and Castiel stared at it before reciprocating the handshake. Since Sam didn't know how it was going to go from this, he pulled a slightly startled Cas into a hug. A manly hug, but a hug nonetheless.
"Please don't die again. I mean, it's us and it's pretty likely, but Dean won't be able to handle it if you die again."
Cas stood awkwardly while he was engulfed by Sam and raised an arm to pat Sam slightly on the back.
"I will endeavor to survive the fall of Dick."
Sam let out a snort and released the angel who looked relieved to be let go. With a nod, the two separated.
Castiel saw red as he saw Dean unconscious on the floor with a demon standing over him with the Leviathan knife in hand while Crowley smirked in the corner.
"Ah, the god squad has finally showed up. At least it wasn't that archangel they've been toting around." Crowley sneered. Cas let out a growl and slowly inched forward.
"Release the blade, hell-spawn."
Crowley tutted and grinned at the angel.
"Now Castiel: if your boy-toy hadn't gone back on his side of the deal then I wouldn't be forced to get directly involved in the sludge problem at all. Feel free to take care of the idiot, but I'll take the blade now."
Castiel pulled his angel blade and nearly snarled at the King of Hell.
Crowley shrugged.
"Alright, we'll play dirty then."
Castiel lunged.
In another room, Sam cautiously peeked around the corner with his gun drawn. The fact that Kevin was hopefully only roaming around the halls unharmed was why he wasn't going to shoot first and ask questions later. The only thing that could come to mind that could work that he wasn't even sure of was if Kevin was threatened. With Gabriel back, he was the 'assigned' (read: only) archangel to guard the prophet and Sam wasn't sure if Gabriel could break the block on his powers due to the spell the Leviathans did with his vessel's blood. If so, great. They could take care of Dick no problemo and grab Kevin and haul ass to get outta dodge.
If not, well. They were paranoid enough to make backup plans.
"Well, well, well. It seems like the Moose finally decided to grace us with his presence."
Sam immediately reached for his weapon as he heard the familiar voice.
"Crowley." He growled and the King of Hell laughed while the fifteen demons around the room stood warily on guard.
"Decided to come rescue the prophet, after all this time we got to know each other since he was invited to meet me once he stepped in the building."
Sam grimaced. It had been too easy so far and here's why.
"You do know that if you harm or threaten him, you're going to have a pissed off, sugar-filled archangel on your hands, correct?"
Crowley scoffed.
"You think I don't have manners? Why, I merely gave him an offer he couldn't refuse."
To Kevin's credit, the kid wasn't acting as terrified as he could have been, but the fear in his eyes was easily present.
"How about a trade?" Sam suggested, glancing around the room quickly as the demons shifted slightly.
"Why would I want to trade with a Winchester now? I have one thing I need right now while Squirrel and his boy-toy are upstairs probably getting their just desserts right now."
Sam hesitated.
"What…do you mean by that?"
"Surely you aren't so dull as to think that I would help you for the hell of it. Whoever kills the Leviathan leaders wins an all-expenses paid, trip to Purgatory for a permanent stay. Plus, with the tablets now in play, I have the one thing I need to do what I wish: the precious prophet." Crowley ruffled Kevin's hair and the teen flinched while Sam paled.
"So, Dean-"
"Is about to get the good news pretty soon."
Meanwhile, Dean woke up to a demon and angel fight between former allies.
"Shit." He groaned and Gabriel suddenly appeared next to him.
"Tell me about it. I've hidden myself from the other two idiots but you're going to have to act fast. Plans have changed."
"Is that-" Dean whispered, watching Crowley dodge another strike from the enraged angel wearing a blood-stained trench coat.
"To be honest, my son might have gotten bit by the trickster bug because he muted the wards so he's on this floor but I can't get a clear read on him. It's like he scattered his essence in the air molecules so he's everywhere on the floor. And there's at least 15 demons and a Crowley holding Kevin while your brother is having a standoff with him."
Dean groaned which the two visible beings ignored him. Other demons had appeared and replaced Crowley while the head demon took a step back and watched the fight warily.
"I'm hesitant to go after either Crowley because I could honestly kill my kid if I pick the wrong one. If the Crowley that has Kevin is the real one, he is being very careful not to threaten him. Scare, yes. But not hurt the kid. He knows I'm lurking around."
"So I'm probably going to have to stab the Dick and go on a little trip, aren't I?" Dean sighed, watching the fighting lazily. If Castiel couldn't hold off anything, he'd jump back in the fray but seeing as he might be busy for a while soon, he was taking the brief rest.
"Afraid so, Deano." Gabriel replied with a sad smile. "Good news: you have two archangels on your side who can get the gates at least half open. If we have Kevin and readings from the tablets, we could probably find a power boost to get you the hell out of there. I need to make a trade with you first."
He pulled out two small glass bottles on chains and put some mojo on them first before pulling out a regular knife.
"You put some of your blood in one of these so we can track you down and pull you back when we can. In return, I'll give up a smidgeon of grace. An extremely, teeny tiny amount but something to use in case of an emergency. Can only be used one and lasts for 24 hours on whoever absorbs it."
Dean nodded and grabbed the knife and made a cut on his hand. Gabriel held the bottle underneath the wound and collected a small amount before capping it and throwing it around his neck. Gabriel did the same with his grace, only about 7 drops of slightly glowing liquid filled the bottle before he quickly capped it and mojoed it again.
"Only you can open it. I'll heal you and give you your grab bag of weapons goodies for your camping trip. You're gonna need it." Gabriel said and did just that and Dean sighed. The fighting was dying down on the other side of the room where Castiel was standing over multiple bodies and held the Leviathan blade while Crowley had finally vacated to the corner of the room.
Dean looked back to where Gabriel had been to find him vanished and let out a groan. The feathered but useful bastard was probably still around just in case but now he had to do this.
"Alright girls. Are you done fighting now?" He drawled as he got up and approached the two. Both demon and angel stared at him.
"I must agree. While I enjoy a good fight, I have to say I like to make sure my meals are still in good condition before dinner." A voice said from the doorway and all three of them whipped around to find Dick standing there grinning.
"None of you are going anywhere if the sigils and demons traps that are now surrounding this room have anything to say about it." The leviathan said with a grin as he closed the door behind him and sauntered over towards the wary group.
"Now, who's ready for our long awaited meeting?"
Sam mentally groaned as the demons had now blocked the door. Where the fuck was Gabriel anyway? The rest of the building had gone silent and now he had to deal with all of this shit and hope to God (like that was gonna happen) that he could save the kid and make it out of here and make sure his brother didn't get himself killed again.
"So, Samuel Winchester. Are you ready to give up?"
"Just shut the fuck up Crowley." Sam groaned and Crowley merely raised an eyebrow. "You do this every single time and you're acting like a stereotypical bad guy. Are you going to start an evil monologue next?" Sam asked exasperatedly and all of the other demons in the room paused while Crowley mulled it over.
"Well, I could if you'd like." Crowley offered and both Sam and Kevin face-palmed.
"You're not helping yourself here." Sam replied and Crowley grinned madly.
"Whoever said I was?" He snapped his fingers and the whole room was enveloped in a bright light.
It had been a scuffle however Dean had finally regained the damn knife and Castiel was barely holding Dick in place so he could get a clean mark. Gabriel was who the hell knows where while Crowley could be an archangel or he could be the actual king of hell but right now, either way he was acting like a dick by trying to stay out of the action.
In any case, Dean foresaw that the three of them were going to be going for a bit of a joyride. Grabbing his new backpack of Hunter's essentials, he strolled up cautiously to where Castiel had pinned the top Leviathan. With the ease at which he did it meant that at least the Trickster and the Boy-Wonder had combined some of their powers to at least weaken the damn mofo.
"Well. At least I get a vacation." He groaned as he stabbed Dick in the head. Castiel looked at the human curiously and Crowley looked panicked before suddenly Roman emitted pulses of energy and exploded into black ooze.
And the three living beings had disappeared.