I didn't even know where I was going. I just knew there was no reason for the guys to be in the same room as me. After half an hour was wandering the halls, I noticed a familiar corner. I came around it and kind of smiled seeing where I'd ended up.
"Enough room over here for someone else?" I asked, making Henry smile at whatever he was soldering.
"I heard you come down the hall, if you were trying to scare me." He told me, still watching what he was doing.
"Nah. Heightened senses make those kinds of things hard." I told him, moving to sit into the chair with wheels. I figured if I was in the way, he could just wheel me out of the way. "And I kind of sound like a typewriter." I said, turning my nose up at the noise my mobility device made as I walked through the halls.
He smiled. "That's what it was. A typewriter. I was trying to figure out what that made me think of."
I just smiled at him and we fell quiet for a moment while he finished his project. It looked like a piece of circuitry, but I couldn't tell for what.
"So how's the guys?" He asked, kind of dragging out the question.
"Fine, last I checked." I told him.
He looked over at me with a kind of pointed look. "They drove all the way here to check on you."
I shook my head. "No, they drove all the way here to yell at me for being stupid. And when I tell them to go fly a kite, they get upset."
Henry shrugged. "I think you should appreciate it while you have it. Family isn't meant for coming and going." He said, holding up the soldering iron again.
"But that's all we do. We come, we go, we get drunk, we try our best to forget that we hunt nightmares like me." I told him.
He paused what he was doing and just looked at me. "Why do you think you're such a monster?"
I looked over at him and he looked… wounded. Like I'd hurt him. I suddenly realized that maybe whatever Henry really was, might be worse than what I was. The thought had never even crossed my mind since he kept such a good lid on his. He hadn't even told me about his thing, let alone showed me. I looked down at my hands in my lap. "I don't know what you are and I don't mind, you don't have to tell me." I said, watching him shift uncomfortably. "But even with this job, even with being whatever it is that you are, I can tell you haven't hurt people the way I have."
"You just don't know how to control it yet." Henry told me.
I shook my head. "What happens when you lose control, Henry? What's the worst thing you've done? Because I killed people." I said, feeling defeat swell in my chest.
He nodded, seeming to think about it. "I guess I've never lost it like that. I did fall through a window once."
I blinked at his sudden announcement. I'd been put through a window before too while hunting, but I had a feeling this was different. "Like…?" I asked.
He smirked. "Like the twelfth floor window in the hallway, facing Old City."
I blinked again, pretty sure I heard him wrong. "I'm sorry. We must not be thinking of the same thing."
He smiled and pulling up his sleeve to show me a scar that laced from just above his wrist to almost his elbow. "Fell twelve stories and all I got was this cool scar."
I shook my head at him. "So. Super resilient, super senses…" I trailed off. "Do you have claws like Wolverine?"
He smiled and shook his head. "No, but that would be cool."
I smiled and nodded. "Ok, no claws. Heat rays?" I asked off handedly.
He just looked at me funny. "Why do you keep listing off super powers?"
"Well, because obviously you're a super hero. You have this Clark Kent shyness this going on, but you also have the Tony Stark intelligence level." I told him.
He shook his head. "I can't build a super suit to fly me around."
I smiled over at him. "Only because you haven't tried yet."
He shook his head and I could tell he didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Where's Dean and Sam?"
"An excellent question which I have no answer to." I told him honestly. "When I left them, they were in my room telling me how stupid I was for trying to get help. So I don't really care where they are now."
Henry looked up from his circuitry. He'd rolled up the other sleeve of his dark purple long sleeve and it was interesting how you could see the scar every time his arm flexed. "What do you mean?"
I sighed, spinning around in the chair once. "I told Dean there might still be a way to put a cap on… this…" I said, gesturing to myself. "He said, 'well if by cap you mean a strait jacket and morphine, then yes.' "
Henry made a disapproval face and shook his head. "Some brother."
I sat there quietly while Henry worked away at his thing. "Is there really a way to control this? Or is that a pipedream like wanting a family and kids?"
"If there's anyone that can figure out what's going on with you and possibly fix it, it's Magnus. So don't lose hope on me yet." He told me with a smile.
"Yes, deary. Hope is all you have left."
I cringed, his Scottish voice like nails on a chalkboard. "No." I whimpered, laying my head in my hands.
"What's wrong?" Henry asked and I could hear him set his tool down.
"Yes love. Tell the nice werewolf what's wrong." Crowley said with a smile.
I picked up my crutches and tried to hurry down the hall, to try and run from him. But in my haste, I misplaced the crutch and fell hard to the floor. I hissed, feeling the pain shoot up my leg.
"Karsen!" Henry called, coming to help me up. "What's wrong? What's happening?" He asked, taking my face in his hands.
"Tell him how you want to make sweet love and have all his little werewolf babies. Tell him how he makes your lady parts tingle." Crowley whispered, right next to my ear.
I closed my eyes, feeling the defeat sink into my body. I was never going to be able to get rid of him. He was never going to go away. "I don't know what to do."
"Is he here? Can you see him?" Henry asked.
"I don't want to see him. I don't want to hear him." I said, still with my eyes closed.
"Oh, but you can. And you're going to for a very long time." Crowley cooed.
"Here." Henry said, leaning down to pick me up. He then grabbed my crutches and handed them to me.
I opened my eyes to look at him. He looked worried or concerned. "What are we doing?"
"We're gonna go talk to Magnus." He told me.
I nodded, not sure what that would do, but hey. Why not? I limped down the hall, Henry walking close next to me and Crowley milling behind us.
"You're such a cute couple, ya know." Crowley said and I could almost hear his smile.
I wasn't going to reply to him. He just wanted a rise out of me. And he sure as hell wasn't going to get it.
"He doesn't look like he's pleased a woman in a very long time. I'm sure you could change that." Crowley smiled at me as we boarded the elevator.
"What's he saying?" Henry asked.
I just set my jaw and shook my head.
"Oh, tell him. Repeat everything I say." Crowley grinned as the elevator rode up. "Tell him how much you'd like to feel that rage he keeps inside."
I took a breath and blew it out.
"Oh, I can see it. All that white hot rage he keeps bottled up. It's how he doesn't wolf out on ya, darling. Tell him you can see the hatred in his soul he has for himself." Crowley grinned.
My resolve was cracking. It was like he was grating away my nerves.
"Ask him if he goes native when he makes love." Crowley said.
"For the love of God! Just leave him alone, alright? You wanna poke at me, then do your goddamned worst. You've done it before. But stop." I told him, turning to face him.
"Oooh. She speaks." Crowley smiled like he won a bet.
"Stop it. You wanna make me see blood dripping down the walls or maggots in my potatoes; you go right a-fucking-head. But if you say one more thing about Henry-" I started.
"You'll what? You'll kill me?" Crowley laughed.
"Karsen." I heard Henry's voice behind me and I'd forgotten he was in the elevator too. "What's he saying?"
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "You have white hot rage in your soul and you bottle it up."
He stood watching me as the elevator opened and Sam and Dean stood there.
"Jesus, that's perfect. Could this day get any better?" I said rhetorically as I pushed past the guys.
"Oh goodie! Did you know Dean sleeps with a gun because he's sure that's how he'll die? And Sam dreams of having a family and lots of little ones playing in a yard with a white picket fence." Crowley whispered in my ear.
"Yes, ok? Yes, I did. Stop." I mumbled, shouldering down the hall towards Magnus's office.
"What did you say?" Dean's voice boomed.
I stopped and looked over my shoulder. Dean, Sam and Henry stood looking back at me while Crowley leaned against the wall. "Nothin'."
"She's seeing him again." Henry failed to whisper to the guys.
"Who's side are you on?" I said, giving him a pointed look.
"The side that gets this thing fixed." Henry said, returning my look.
"White hot rage. Death while sleeping. White picket fence." Crowley repeated.
"Nobody's dying in their sleep and nobody gets a white picket fence, so cool your shorts, Scotty." I told him, glaring at his appearance.
"Where is he?" Dean asked.
"It doesn't matter." I told him, turning back around to head to Magnus's office. I knocked at the door at the end of the hall and when she said I could come in, I pushed open the door.
"Hello there." Magnus said with a smile.
"She's seeing the Scottish guy again." Henry said, leading the boys in.
"Yes, well. No reason to sugar coat it." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, but we could sugar coat the werewolf for you." Crowley cooed, his feet propped up on Magnus's coffee table.
"Is he here?" Magnus asked.
I rolled my shoulders. "He's got his feet propped up on the coffee table."
"Get your feet off my end table!" Magnus said, louder than normal in the direction of the couch.
"Oooh. I like this one. Can I keep her?" Crowley said, despite the fact he removed his feet from the coffee table.
"Wait, so he's here? What's he saying?" Sam asked.
I shook my head. "Lots of things that are most definitely not getting repeated."
"Try us." Dean said, taking his 'macho' stance and crossing his arms over his chest.
"No." I told him again, turning my back to him.
"Blaze!" Dean said, much louder.
"My name is not Blaze! I am not a Saturday morning cartoon. I have a name and it's not that!" I said, much louder than I'd wanted to.
The guys looked stunned. Henry came over and put his hand on my shoulder.
"You get 'em girl. Tell 'em how you really feel." Crowley said, now standing next to Magnus.
My head started pounding. I just wanted him to stop talking. "Doc, you gotta get him outta here. I'm dying over here."
"How are you feeling, dear?" She asked me.
"You're all hot and bothered over the werewolf. Say it." Crowley poked.
"My head keeps throbbing, but I'm sure it'd stop if he shut up." I told her, leaning against her desk and rubbing my head.
Dean came to stand next to me, giving me the worried big brother look.
"Let's go to the library and see if we can scare anything up." Magnus informed the four of us.
We nodded and headed towards the library. Sam and Magnus talked back and forth in front of us. Henry walked next to me, making sure he had a hand on my arm to steady me and Dean trailed along behind us.
"Whoa." I mumbled, looking around at the grand size of the library. I glanced over at Sam and he had much the same look on his face.
"Yay. Research. Because we haven't done enough of that in the past week." Dean groaned.
"Where's Will and Ashley?" I asked Magnus.
"They went into Old City to meet with some contacts." She informed me.
So we all grabbed a table and five or six books. We looked through everything from demons to the effects of sound waves on mice. Dean had ran into town to buy a twelve pack, much to Magnus's disapproval. The twelve pack was divided between Dean, Sam and I. Magnus wasn't too happy, but she still didn't realize how much different we were from them.
The beer was nice; it dulled my senses and helped me tune out Crowley. I saw him trying to talk to me, but none of it reached me. Why hadn't I thought of this before? It was amazing, having some silence. I went back to my book and continued reading about ectoplasm.
It'd been about an hour later when I glanced at the window, throwing my book on the desk. It had been midafternoon when we'd started leafing through these books. It was now dark and I sighed. "This is crazy."
"What is?" Dean asked from the other side of the room.
"This is. We're sitting here going through books like this is going to help anything." I said, standing up and stretching. My leg was feeling better and I took a tentative step without the crutches.
"We must've missed something." Sam said, looking frustrated.
"It's not like his energy is different." I mumbled.
"What?" Henry said, looking alert.
I glanced up at him. "What do you mean?"
"What did you just say?" He asked, sitting up straight in his chair.
"It's not like his energy signature is different than ours, right? I mean, there's no way he could've phased through the EM shields or anything? That's what they're there for." I said, thinking out loud.
Henry stood up and quickly walked over to me. I watched him carefully before he pushed his lips to mine. He quickly pulled away with a smile. "You're brilliant." He said before jogging out of the library.
I blinked, looking over at Magnus. "As nice as that was, what was it for?"
Dean and Sam had the same surprised look on their faces.
"He does that a lot, if you leave out the kissing part." Magnus said, standing up and heading for the door Henry left through.
I limped after them, not feeling the need for the crutches anymore. My leg didn't hurt as badly and they looked stupid. Sam helped me as Dean followed Magnus out. We walked the halls until we found the computer lab.
"What on earth is the boy doing?" Crowley said, propping up the door frame.
"Shut up, Scotty." I mumbled, angered by how I could hear him again.
"Just one more tweak." Henry said out loud, typing furiously at his keyboard. He looked up at me as he hit enter.
"What on earth-" Crowley said as he blinked out.
I watched, waiting for him to come back. "What'd you do?"
Henry gave a proud smirk, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "His energy signature was just similar enough he could slip through the EM shields. He couldn't get all the way through because of my protocols. And I couldn't pick it up before because my machine wasn't scanning for it. I fixed it so it blocked him out of the Sanctuary."
"Well done, Henry." Magnus said with a smile.
"Wait, so he won't come back?" Sam asked, as Dean looked between Henry, me and Sam.
"Nope." Henry still smiled.
"He's gone." I smiled, relishing the silence.
Dean looked like he didn't know how to take the news while Sam just smiled down at me. I reached up to hug them both and they each gave me a weird one armed hug.
"Well, I believe you three have much to talk about so we'll leave you." Magnus said, leading Henry out of the room.
I stopped him when he walked by and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you so much. Even if you aren't a super hero, you're my hero."
He ducked his head and I noticed the rose tinge creeping around his ears. "Anytime." He said before leaving.
"You got a real thing for that kid, huh?" Dean asked after Henry turned the corner.
I thought about it for a minute. "He's good to me."
Sam smiled and Dean nodded. "That's good. Because otherwise we'd have to take him out to the graveyard and bury him alive." Dean said with a strained smile to show me he was serious to some extent.
I smirked. "Yeah, I know. I've dug a couple graves in my time." I told him, gently pushing on his arm.
"Guess we taught ya pretty good." Dean said, glancing at Sam.
"Of course we did. The kid knows as much as we do." Sam smiled.
I shook my head at them. "This not having somebody else talking at me thing is kinda cool." I said, glancing over my shoulder just to make sure he hadn't reappeared.
"C'mon. Let's see if we can scare up some grub and more beers." Dean said, putting his arm on my shoulders.