Mikey and Buffy
Chapter Eleven: The British Invasion
By Delphine Pryde
Gabriel left soon after transferring the knowledge to Castiel on how to summon the demon Crowley. The archangel was going to check back with some of his contacts while the summoning went on. So a few smelly herbs, some bloodletting, and a bunch of Latin later, a rather unconcerned demon Crowley stood in the middle of a Devil's Trap in the living room of Bobby Singer.
The demon's meat suit was a balding middle-aged gentlemen dressed in a well tailored black suit with crimson tie. He eyed his audience with a nonchalant air. "Well if it isn't the Hardy boys," Crowley said with a British accent, "and their pet angel—oh, wait its two angels now." He gave Anna an appreciative look which she returned with one of disgust. He shrugged, unbothered with her rejection, and continued talking. "Let me guess, you called because you heard I had this," he pulled out a familiar gun from his suit jacket. He held the gun admiringly up to the light. "Wonderful piece of work this; you know I could have buried this six feet under somewhere no one would find it, instead of spreading rumors about it," he remarked.
Sam exchanged a glance with his brother before asking the demon, "Why would you do that?"
"I wanted you to find me, because I'm going to give you the Colt on the condition that you use it on Lucifer."
There were confused glances all around. "Why would you seek your Master's death?" Castiel asked for the group.
"Lucifer is an angel famed for his hatred of humanity, if he hates humans so much, what must he think of my kind. The way I see it, if the devil wins then demons are next on his hit list."
"But he created you, why would he destroy you?" Sam questioned.
Crowley gave a casual shrug. "To him we're nothing more than servants, cannon fodder. So what do you say, ready to ice the devil?" He flipped the Colt over and waved it at Dean, handle first, tempting him to take it.
The eldest Winchester brother shuffled forward cautiously edging the perimeter of the Devil's Trap, before reaching out and snatching the Colt from the demon's hand and stepping back.
"My sources tell me that Lucifer has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri on Thursday, he's going to raise the horseman Death." Crowley continues, "That would be the best time to strike."
Anna's brow furrowed in thought at the news of the horseman, while Castiel gave the demon a glare that said he'd like nothing more than to smite Crowley where he stood.
"There's just one problem," Sam began as Dean lifted the Colt and aimed it at the demon, "the Colt doesn't work on archangels." Dean pulls the trigger only for there to be nothing more than the click of an empty gun.
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "You didn't really think I would hand you a loaded gun that can kill me, now did you?" he mocked. From out of another jacket pocket he pulled a case of bullets. "I was going to use these to buy my freedom."
"Not much of a bargaining chip when we've got two angels that can smite your ass without damaging the bullets ," Dean commented, giving a malicious grin, "Especially, since you were going to lead us into a trap. Cass if you will?"
The stoic male angel stepped forward, prompting Crowley to hold up his hand in a surrender position. "It isn't a trap, I swear to you I had no idea the Colt won't work," the demon protested, his skin pale with fear. "Surely we can come to some kind of bargain, some piece of information you want."
Anna grabbed Castiel's arm to halt him, before addressing the self proclaimed King-of-the-Crossroads' demons, "Tell us the location of the Four Horsemen."
"I don't know," When Anna's hand drops, releasing her brother's arm he hastens to add, "But I know the demon that does; he's like their personal assistant, makes itineraries and all that."
Castiel stops and Crowley's body releases the tension that had been caused by his fear, "Where can we find this demon?" Sam asked.
"Nah-uh, not until the angels give me their most solemn oaths that I will be allowed to leave this abode, unharmed," Crowley said.
It was clear that everyone else in the room was unhappy about the condition, but by silent, unanimous decision they would let the demon go, the information he had was by far worth more than the death of a single demon—King of the Crossroads or not.
So Anna and Castiel reluctantly made a promise by their Father and Grace that Crowley would be allowed to leave, unharmed, in exchanged for a certain piece of information—meaning they would have to also have to stop anyone else who might prevent his release, that way the Winchesters and Bobby Singer couldn't try to take him out after he'd given them the info.
Once the oaths were given, Crowley upheld his end of the bargain. "The demon you want is the CEO of Niveus Pharmaceuticals, now let me go."
With a letter opener, Bobby scratched a line through the Devil's Trap, wanting the demon gone from his home. Crowley stepped out of the elaborate circle, looking as if he hadn't nearly been killed. "Oh, by the way," he addressed Sam, "You're very familiar with this particular demon, goes by the name Brady. Well, tootles." Then he was gone, leaving a rapidly paling Sam behind.
Glances were exchanged and Bobby is the one who asks, "Brady?"
"H-he, was a friend at Stanford." Sam clenched his hands into fists. "Brady introduced me to Jess."
His voice is a broken cacophony of rage and despair. Once again the truth had been revealed on just how much of Sam's life has been manipulated by Hell.
"We'll get him," Dean promised, wanting to hug his brother but too conscientious to have a chick flick moment in front of witnesses.
The moment was broken by Gabriel flying into the living room, sporting a shit-eating grin which he rapidly lost as he noticed the atmosphere. "So what did I miss?"
Michael and Dawn, the latter now sporting carved Enochian sigils on her ribs, appeared in the office of Rupert Giles at the scheduled time almost leaving said man gaping in surprise. He'd known that they would be teleporting in some way, but that they'd been able to completely by pass the security wards without even a hint of their presence was startling to the distinguished silver and brown haired gentlemen.
Dawn gave a great smile and said, "Giles, I'd like you to meet Michael the Archangel."
She held her hands out in a "ta-da" motion, like she'd just presented an impressive trick. Michael just stood at attention like the soldier she was, it was so un-Buffy-like that Giles had an easy time believing Dawn no matter what the angel's form looked like.
"Oh, dear," Giles said, before promptly removing his glasses and started cleaning them.
Once the Head of the Watcher's Council had calmed down and gotten over his awe of being in the presence of such a Holy person, Michael explained her purpose.
Giles was, of course, happy to help. "Surely there is more we can do," he asked.
"Just be ready to move if the time comes," Michael replied. "If my team should fall, you may well be humanities last line of defense, which won't be possible if Lucifer finds an excuse to wipe you out first."
If Michael fell so did Buffy, came the sobering thought to Giles. His shoulders slumped slightly and he gave a reluctant nod of acceptance to Michael before asking, "May I speak with her, before you depart?"
"Of course," she said and switched control with her host.
"Hey, Watcher-mine," Buffy greeted, giving the man a fond smile.
Giles returned her look with one of fatherly worry. "You both make me proud and worried with the burden you have taken on," he told her.
"But you'd have it no other way," she said and gave the father-of-her-heart a hug.
"Aww," Dawn said, "Group hug!" and joined in the family embrace.
Scene End