11. Turning Tables
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I'm breathing in your skin tonight,
quiet is my loudest cry.
Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside.
And if it's healthier to leave you be,
may a sickness come and set me free,
kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me.
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Morning came, and the sun that shone through the window burnt Christine's eyes. She hadn't slept, and Gabriel knew it. She'd clung to him all night long, holding on to him like her life depended on it. She buried her face in the angel's chest to avoid the sunlight, like a child afraid of the monster in the closet. He snapped his fingers, and the drapes closed on the window.
We should get going, he thought, but Christine didn't look like she was even able, nor wanted, to move. Just a few more minutes, he decided, and tightened his grip around her. Christine concentrated on the beat of his heart, so steady and reassuring, and tried to get a hold of herself, because she knew they had to go. Gabriel noticed, and he knew why she was doing that. She thought that if she never moved again, nothing bad could happen to them. He frowned a little at how child-like she was at the moment, how broken she must have felt.
"Feel like getting up, sweet cheeks?" he asked, smiling down at her. She shook her head and held him closer. "Baby, you can do this. Everything's gonna be alright."
"Promise?" she whispered.
"Promise," Gabriel vowed. She reluctantly loosened her grip around the angel, and lifted her head to look at him.
"Fine," she finally agreed, and got up. "So, what's the plan?" she asked, as she got dressed.
"We find him, we question him, I kill him. How's that for a plan?"
"Sounds good. But what if he hasn't done anything?"
"I kill him. End of story," Gabriel stated, and crossed him arms on his chest.
"Awww," Christine smiled. "Adorable."
"Shut up," he hissed, then he closed his eyes and looked for Crowley's location, but couldn't find him anywhere. "Crap," he complained. "Ok, plan B. Let's go visit the boys."
"I thought we were going to Crowley's," said Christine, confused.
"Can't find him," he explained. But of course, he couldn't find the boys either. So he called Castiel, and he told him where to find them.
Gabriel took Christine's hand, and in a second they were in a warehouse halfway across the country. The place looked abandoned, but it wasn't. Christine could smell all kinds of creatures, mostly vampires. She sniffed the air, there were humans, too. She concentrated on one particular scent, one she'd smelled before. Dean's.
"This way," she whispered to Gabriel, and he followed her down a corridor on their right. They took a left at the end of the hallway, and froze at the sight of what was in front of them.
A man had pinned Sam to the wall, and was choking him. There were two other men, on the floor. Christine stared at the one who was holding Sam. He was definitely a vampire, she could smell it. But Sam's smell was more interesting. He smelled cold, like… like he had no soul.
Suddenly, one of the men on the floor stood up, his eyes all black, and injected the vampire with a syringe full of dead man's blood, just as Dean and a woman came through the door.
Dean looked at Gabriel and Christine. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Gabriel said. The demon was still holding the vampire, and suddenly they both disappeared into thin air.
"That was…" Christine started.
"An Alpha. The first vampire," Sam explained.
"Charming," she commented. They all turned around at the sound of clapping hands, and Crowley stood there, smiling.
"I guess it's our lucky day," Gabriel whispered to Christine.
"Well. That was dramatic," Crowley said.
"Crowley?" Sam asked, confused.
"Hello, boys. What an unexpected treat."
"Bring Christian back now," the bald man told Crowley.
"I'm sorry?" the demon said.
"My nephew! The one you just crammed a demon into!"
"Oh. No. I had him possessed ages ago. Samuel, really. I keep an eye on my investments..."
"Whoa. Wait. You guys know each other?" Dean asked, gesturing at them.
"Not in the biblical sense. More of a business relationship, I'd say."
"It's not what you think," the bald man told Dean.
"It's precisely what you think. That alpha he's caught me is getting him a gold star," Crowley smirked.
"Since when do you give a crap about vampires?" Dean snorted. Crowley shot a meaningful look at Christine, much to Gabriel's annoyance.
"Since, hum… what's today—Friday? Since, let's see… mind your business."
"You may as well share with the class, Crowley. We know you're looking for purgatory," Sam stated. Gabriel and Christine shared a confused look. Purgatory?
"So you heard about that…"
"Yeah. You want to tell us why?"
"Isn't it obvious? Location, location, location. I'm a developer. Purgatory is vast, underutilized, and hell-adjacent, and I want it," the demon smiled evilly.
"What for?" Dean asked.
"Best shut your gob. Employees don't question management."
"We ain't your employees."
"Of course you are! And you too, sweetheart," Crowley said, looking at Christine.
"I highly doubt that," she retorted.
Crowley shrugged, and took a knife out of his coat pocket. The knife looked like an angel sword, but it was all black. It had a strange engraving on the hilt that looked a lot like Christine's mark.
"Know what this is?" he asked. Christine knitted her brows in confusion. "How about you, angel boy? You must know," Crowley smirked. Gabriel stared more closely at the knife. Of course he knew what is was. He nodded. "Good. Cookie for you," the demon smiled. "So, as for you, boys—"
"As for us, the game's over, Crowley," Dean snorted.
"Yeah, well, afraid not, not if you want to see Sam's soul ever again."
"You're bluffing," Sam said.
"Tell them, Samuel," Crowley replied.
"He pulled us both back, me and Sam," the bald guy explained.
"No, Cass says it takes big-time mojo to pull something like that off, and you're nothing but a punk-ass crossroads demon," Dean said.
"Was a punk-ass crossroads demon. Now? King of hell. Believe me, I've got the mojo. I snap my fingers, Sam gets his soul back. Or you can be...You, and I shove Sam right back in the hole. Can't imagine what it's like in there... and I can imagine so many things. So, we clear? Me, Charlie... you, angels. Job's simple enough: bring me creatures. Aim high on the food chain, please," the demon smirked. "Oh, and you're hired too, darling," he added, turning to Christine. Gabriel twitched his nose and moved to hit the demon.
"Wouldn't do that if I were you," Crowley said, holding up the knife. Gabriel froze instantly, and snorted. "Good boy."
"What is that?" Christine asked, frustrated.
"This," Crowley said, caressing the knife, "is the one thing you should be afraid of, love."
"Why?"
"Because this," the demon pointed the knife at her and smiled, "this kills you."
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Gotta love Crowley (:
Song in the beginning is Rough Draft by Yellowcard.
xoxo
