"I'm telling you, Cas, we should strike now." Dean had just gotten off the phone with Garth, who had a good idea where Crowley could be operating at the moment. "Think how relieved we would all be to know that bastard is finally dead."

"Sam's wedding is in two days." Cas put his hands on his hips. "Should we really go looking for that kind of trouble right before?"

"Cas, we could end this now."

"Based off what? Garth's intel?" Cas had seen that guy knock himself out too many times to trust everything he told them.

"Not just that. There are omens and demonic signs where Garth said…"

"Dean," he cut him off, "we can wait for Sam and Sarah's honeymoon. Then we'll know that he'll be safe."

Dean sighed. "I still can't believe their going out of the country for a honeymoon."

"It'll be nice for both of them."

"Yeah," he took out his phone to call and check on Kevin.

Cas put a hand on Dean's wrist. "Hey," he turned Dean to face him, "promise me you'll cool it with Crowley until after the wedding. Tell me you won't go after him."

"Okay." Dean clicked Kevin's name on his phone.

Cas covered the phone with his hand. Dean looked up at him. "Promise me."

"I promise. I won't go after Crowley." He pulled his phone free of Cas's hand. "I'm gonna check on Kevin." The call went unanswered, making Dean uneasy. He would try again later. "Cas, where's Faith?"

"Playing in her room." They were both happy that Faith could have her own room. It would be important for her later in life and it was something neither one of them ever had.

Dean found her sitting on the floor with her tiger and a few pages of drawings scattered around her, her fairy perched on her shoulder. He still had no idea how that thing got in here. He crouched next to Faith, looking over her drawings. The one she was working on sent a chill through Dean.

"Faith, what is this?" The picture was of what looked like the inside of a church with a few people lying on the ground with a black figure and another standing in a doorway.

She smiled. "Uncle Sam's wedding."

"What?" He picked up the page. "Faith, why would you draw something like this? Did you see something?"

"It's Sam's wedding." She was still smiling, not seeing the grim nature of her drawing.

"Who is this?" He pointed to one of the fallen figures.

"Daddy." He pointed to another. "Poppa." He pointed to the couple near the front. "Sarah and Uncle Sam."

"Why are they on the floor, honey?"

She furrowed her brows in thought. "I don't know, daddy."

"Who is this?" He pointed to the black, shadowy figure.

She frowned. "Crowley."

"Did Crowley do this?" Faith nodded. "Why did you draw this?" She shook her head. Her fairy leaned in to whisper in her ear, and Dean addressed her next. "You know something about this?" The fairy flew up from Faith and zoomed past Dean and out of the room.

Dean took the drawing out to Cas, holding it out for him to see. "What is this?"

"Faith drew it."

"Why?" He took the page.

"I don't know. Apparently, this is Crowley," he pointed to the figure, "and the rest is us."

"What about that one?" He pointed to the figure leaning in the doorway.

"I don't know. Cas, do you think she knows something? Can she see the future maybe?"

Cas shook his head. "Angels don't see the future. Even God doesn't know what future will happen until it's happening." He handed the page back to Dean. "Maybe she's just heard you talking about Crowley so much that she's projecting her fear in her pictures. Other kids draw stuff like this too."

"Yeah, ones that get sent to the therapist."

"Don't use this as an excuse to go after Crowley." He could see Dean freaking out internally already. "There will be plenty of hunters at the wedding if something happens." He checked his phone for the time. "We should go soon. Sam's bachelor party starts in an hour."

Dean nodded. He suddenly didn't feel like partying. This couldn't be a coincidence. Those don't happen to them. Faith may have seen something or that fairy told her something, but he couldn't ignore this.

Faith flew them, car included, to Sam's house in New York a few minutes later. Sam invited a couple friends he made up there and they all went out for Sam's bachelor party. They left Faith with Sarah for the night, hoping she wouldn't draw any more pictures that might scare Sarah.

They had all been at the bar for a few hours when Dean's phone vibrated in his pocket. He recognized the number. "Hi, Kevin." He had to shout to be heard over the music.

"Dean," Kevin sounded sick, "you said to call if I had something."

"Yeah," Dean looked back at the group of guys drinking at the bar, "hold on." He slipped through the crowd and into the bathroom, where it was marginally quieter. "What'd you got?"

"Well," he sniffed loudly and coughed, "I translated part of the tablet. Most of it was pointless and stuff we already knew. But, I got to the part about the Hell gates."

"Okay, great," Dean smiled, "what did it say?"

"I probably shouldn't tell you over the phone."

"Kevin…"

"Someone could be listening, Dean. Come meet me and I'll tell you."

Dean sighed. "Fine. We'll be there in a few days. Hang in there, Kevin, and good work." He hung up as the bathroom door opened. Cas walked in, a suspicious look on his face. "Hey, Cas."

"Who was that?" Cas crossed his arms. He already had a good guess. Dean never could leave anything alone.

"Nothing urgent."

"Was it about Crowley?"

"What? No." Dean walked to the door.

"Really?"

"Yes, look," he paused in opening the door, "it was Kevin. He has some info for us but he wouldn't tell me over the phone. We can go see him after the wedding."

"As long as you're not tracking Crowley."

"I'm not!" Dean rolled his eyes. "I told you I wouldn't. Now," he grabbed Cas's hand, "let's go back to the party." Cas let Dean pull him to the door and kissed him briefly before reentering the bar.

Dean had almost made it back when something caught his eye by the front door. A figure was leaning in the doorway, silhouetted by the lights outside. It looked exactly like the one in Faith's picture. He let go of Cas and wandered over to the door. He heard Cas's protests behind him, but he waved his husband off. It wasn't until he got closer that he saw who it was.

"You have gotten much harder to find." The woman smiled.

"Tracy," Dean had really hoped their last meeting had actually been their last, "what are you doing here?"

"Glad that you finally took my advice. I'm good by the way, thanks for asking." She walked into the bar, letting the door fall shut behind her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked slowly, not wanting her to feel like he wanted to chat.

"I came here to warn you."

"About what?"

"Your buddy Crowley has been making his way around these parts recently."

"Really, who told you that?" Last Garth had said, he wasn't near New York.

"A few demons I ran into yesterday. Apparently, the big boss knows something special is happening here in a couple days. Rumor is: one of the Winchesters is getting married. Since we all know where you sleep at night, figured it had to be Sam." She put a hand over her heart. "It hurts that I didn't get an invite."

"Sam doesn't know anything about you. Not that he would want you to come anyway."

"That hurts, Dean."

"I'm sure. So, who all knows about this 'rumor'?"

"Enough of the important people."

"Are they really stupid enough to come when they know who'll be there?"

She shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past them. A shot at taking out all the Winchesters, though. That's too good to pass up."

Dean's fear escalated quickly. For some idiot looking to climb the ranks in Hell, massacring the Winchesters sounded like a good plan. "Why did you come to tell me this?"

She shrugged again. "I don't know. You've helped me. Faith didn't kill me, when she could've. I felt like I should. If your brother wants out of the life, I don't want to see something happen to his small chance for happiness and normalcy."

"Thanks." He glanced back to make sure he wasn't missed yet. Cas was watching him. "Any idea where he might be?"

She smiled. "I can ask around."

He nodded. "Thanks."

She patted his arm before leaving the bar as quickly as she arrived. Dean walked back to his brother. He tried to keep his game face on the rest of the night, but he knew Cas could see right through it.

Later that night, after escorting Sam home, Cas cornered Dean in the spare room they were staying in until the wedding. "Who was that woman, Dean?"

"Jealous, Cas?" He hoped distracting him with questions would make him give up on him tonight. "You worried about a random girl in a bar?"

"You knew her. She seemed to know something."

"She probably did know a lot." He tried to avoid Cas, walking away and taking off his jacket.

"Who was she?"

"Why are you so worried about it?"

"Because, you changed after talking to her. You're hiding something."

He wanted to not tell him until he knew more, but Cas wasn't going to drop it. "It was Tracy."

"What?" That hadn't been what he expected.

"She came to warn us."

"About what?"

"Crowley."

Cas narrowed his eyes. "Dean, if you're lying just to go after Crowley…"

"I'm not. She said a couple demons told her about a rumored Winchester wedding and Crowley seemed interested. She said he's in town."

Cas nodded. "What are we gonna do?"

He had honestly expected more of a fight. "She's gonna try and find out where exactly he is and then, we can go hunting."

"Dean, the wedding."

"Yeah, hopefully we can end this before."

"Sam will want in."

"No, he can't know about it. We need to keep him away from this, Faith too. We can't let Crowley know Faith exists and Sam has managed to get pretty far out of the life and he needs to stay that way."

"He'll be pissed…"

"He'll be alive." Dean would not risk Sam or Faith. If he could do it without Cas, he would. Of course, if Tracy went, Cas wouldn't have to go.

"Hey," Cas pointed at him, "stop it."

"What?"

"I know what you're thinking, and stop it. You're not going anywhere without me."

"You sure you're not still an angel?"

Cas smiled. "I mean it, Dean. Don't go anywhere alone."

"I won't." He sat on the bed. "We should sleep in case Tracy calls soon." Cas nodded in agreement and laid down beside Dean.

Dean's phone rang as the sun was rising a few hours later. "Hello?"

"I've got eyes on Crowley."

Dean sat up. "What?"

"He's in town browsing for suits. I can imagine he'll be here for a while, but hurry anyway."

"On my way." He got the street address and tried to sneak out, but Cas had woken up when his phone rang. They left the house as quietly as possible, hoping Faith wouldn't follow. They met with Tracy outside the small shop.

"Took you long enough."

"We just woke up." Dean peaked in the window. Crowley was getting a suit tailored by an employee. "Why does he need to buy a suit? Can't he just make one appear or something?"

"I think he prefers this." Cas looked over Dean's shoulder. "What's the plan?"

"We can't do anything here. We should follow him, see where he's hold up."

"And if he zaps off?"

"One problem at a time." Crowley admired himself in the mirror. He nodded and smiled to the tailor before flicking his arm, killing everyone inside. He stepped over the fallen bodies as he walked out the door.

They moved back to stay out of sight as Crowley strolled down the sidewalk in front of them. He pulled out his phone as he walked. Dean turned to Tracy. "You tail him and call us when he stops." He took the demon knife out of his jacket. "Take this."

"Got it." She took the knife and set off behind Crowley.

"Come on." Dean pulled Cas's sleeve. They crossed the street to walk a block over to where he had parked the Impala. They waited in the car for Tracy's call. Sam called Dean while they were waiting. "Hi, Sam."

"Dean, where are you guys?" He could hear a panicked Faith babbling in the background.

"Hey, sorry, we headed out this morning to get you and Sarah a last minute present."

"Uh huh, then why is Faith freaking out?" Sam could hear Dean's BS.

"I don't know. Keep an eye on her for us, okay? I don't know when we'll be back, but it shouldn't be too long."

"Dean…"

"See you later, Sam." Dean hung up as Sam talked.

"He's gonna come looking for you."

"He'll wait at least an hour first, just in case we actually were shopping." His phone rang again as Tracy called him. "Where is he?"

She had followed Crowley to an old factory outside the city. Dean drove to meet her, hoping this could really be the last time he had to face Crowley.

Tracy was waiting outside for them when Dean pulled up. Dean took a few things out of the trunk before the three of them entered the factory. Cas took out a couple of the guards while Dean moved down the hall and Tracy entered a side room to empty it and make their trap. Cas caught up to Dean as he fought his way down the hall.

"Crowley!" Dean's voice echoed down the hallway. A couple demons appeared in response. They rushed them, throwing punches and slashing angel blades. "Come on, Crowley! Face us like a man."

"Well," the voice came from behind them, "if you put it that way."

Dean and Cas turned in time for Crowley to throw them into opposite walls. They dropped their blades and were stuck against the wall.
"This is an oddly, horribly thought out plan, boys. What exactly was the plan anyway?" He picked up their blades. "Running down the hall screaming my name isn't the sneakiest attack."

"Who said we were sneaking?" Dean tried to pull against the hold.

"Good, you're not quite as stupid as I thought." He walked between them. "You didn't even try to trap me. Did you want me to kill you?"

"Why are you in New York?"

Crowley turned to Cas. "Because they have the best suits."

"Is that why you killed everyone in the shop?"

"They expected me to pay. Besides, I couldn't risk you lot asking about me if you heard I was around."

"Really? You're just here for the suits?" Dean wanted Crowley to look at him as Tracy was making her way down the hall. "I heard a different theory."

"Do tell."

"Anything about a wedding or some hunters that have been a pain in your ass for a while sound familiar?"

Crowley smiled. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." He stepped closer to Dean. "First, you accuse me of going after Kevin when he came to me and now you think I came here for you when you came barging in here killing my men."

"Yeah, you're just a poor little victim aren't you, Crowley?"

"I thought that was your card, Dean."

Tracy was close. She pushed off the wall and, with inhuman speed, ran at Crowley. He huffed in surprise before elbowing Tracy in the head. Tracy cut Crowley with the knife and punched him hard enough to knock him out. Dean and Cas fell loose from the wall.

Crowley woke up in the middle of the trap Tracy had painted. They were standing outside the circle with their weapons in hand. Crowley looked at where he was and sighed loudly. "Seriously? How many times must we go through this?"

"Hopefully, just this once." Dean had the Colt and was more than ready to shoot. "Tell us again why you're in New York?" Dean could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, he ignored it.

"I already told you. It's not my fault you don't believe me."

"How did you find out about Sam and the wedding?"

"Like I would tell you. We all know how this will end. Why not skip the boring bit in the middle?"

"I'm all for that." Tracy gripped the knife tighter.

"Who even are you?"

"Does it really matter?"

"No, actually."

"Okay," Dean raised his gun, "how about you tell us who knows about Sam and we'll kill you quick."

Crowley laughed. "Aww, love it when you act all tough."

Dean smiled. "I won't ask again."

"I'm shaking, honestly." He whistled. "Did you learn nothing from last time?"

Crowley's hellhound growled menacingly behind Dean. Cas raised his blade. Tracy's eyes widened in fear. "Call him off, Crowley." Cas got as close to the trap as he could.

"You know the routine, Castiel." He looked down at the trap.

"Cas, don't you dare." He cocked the gun. "I will kill you this time. I don't care what happens to me."

"Yes, but what about the others? Are you willing to sacrifice them as well?"

Dean looked at Cas, getting a small nod. Tracy didn't look at him. "They knew what they were getting into." The hound growled again, scratching claw marks into the floor.

"Your move, Winchester." Crowley was smiling widely.

Dean's finger curled around the trigger. The hellhound barked loudly, making Dean flinch. He looked at Cas again. They agreed on the way over that this was the last time. Crowley would die today, at whatever cost it took. Cas adjusted his hold on the angel blade and was about to strike when a small voice stopped them all cold.

"Daddy!"

Faith was standing behind Crowley, eyes wide in terror. Crowley turned slowly to see where that had come from. What he saw amazed him. The hound growled loudly and Crowley backed away from Faith slightly.

"What in bloody Hell is that?"

Dean's alarm level was off the charts. "Faith, get out of here. Go home."

"Daddy." She was scared. The hellhound was clearly visible to her and it was dangerously close to Dean.

"Well," Crowley looked back at Dean, "where have you been hiding her?"

"Shut up!" He pointed the gun between his eyes.

"What'd you call her? Faith? That's hardly ever associated with a Winchester."

"Faith, get out of here. We're okay." He turned to Tracy. "Grab her and get out."

"Oh," Crowley put an arm out, signaling his hound to turn on Tracy, "how about not?"

"Crowley, let her go."

"How did this work, Dean?" He was happy to have the upper hand again. "You and Castiel wished hard enough and God made you a baby with Castiel's grace?"

"We didn't wish for this."

"You hear that, Faith? Daddy didn't even want you."

"Crowley, if you even fucking look at her again, I will fucking shoot you in the head."

He dropped his jaw in mock scandal. "Such a bad mouth, Dean."

"You know what," Dean smiled, eyes crazed in fury, "you shouldn't be worried about what I'm gonna do. Look at Faith and tell me she's not the biggest threat in this room."

Faith had gotten over her initial fear and was now glaring at Crowley. He seemed a little worried as she continued to stare.

"Faith," Dean looked at her, "demon, very bad demon."

"Demon? Crowley." She looked back to Crowley and clenched her tiny fists. Her eyes began to glow a pale blue and gold. Dean could feel the hair on his arms stand as the room became electrified. The lights in the room busted above them and electricity shot out of Faith's fingers, licking up the walls.

The hellhound barked in alarm. Dean stepped away from the sound, watching Faith intently. He had never seen her like this and it was terrifying. She wasn't even two and she was bringing back memories of Raphael.

Faith opened her mouth in an angelic shriek. Everyone in the room fell to their knees, the hound howling in pain. Just when Dean felt like his eardrums would explode, Faith stopped. She stared at Crowley, eyes and body glowing with holy light. Wings were visible behind her, reaching up the wall a couple feet above her head.

"Crowley," her voice reverberated strangely. She seemed possessed. "You think you're invincible. You call yourself the King of Hell, a self-appointed and foolish title. Hell is a flood of chaos and pain. You are nothing. We have the demon tablet and I promise we will lock all the vermin of the world away forever." Her head tilted what seemed a little too far to the left. "Luckily, you won't be there to see it."
She extended her short arms out, shooting the wrath of Heaven at Crowley, engulfing him completely. He screamed in pain as he was seared to his black soul. They all covered their eyes as the light burned.

When the light faded, all that was left of Crowley and his hound were two piles of ash. Faith closed her eyes and fell to a sitting position. Cas ran to her, scooping her up in his arms. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around Cas's neck loosely.

Dean helped Tracy stand. "Ugh, you guys suck." She handed the knife back to Dean. "I don't think I'm gonna hang around you anymore. This is all way too much for me." She rubbed her head as it pounded from the holy screaming.

"That's not the first time we've heard that." He patted her back. "I'll give you a ride back to town." He nodded to Cas and Faith flew them back to Sam's place.

After dropping off Tracy and driving back, Dean sat in the car outside. He didn't want to go in and lie but telling the truth seemed bad too. Eventually, he got out of the car and walked inside. He was met in a tight hug from Sam.

"Cas told us everything." Sam pulled back before smacking Dean's arm. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean expressed his pain as Sam talked. "Why would you go after Crowley without me?"

"Why would you let Faith out of the binding?" They had set up angel binding in the house long ago.

"Like I could stop her? She knew you were in danger and was set on saving you. What if Crowley had killed you, Dean? You took off, wouldn't answer my calls, lied to me, and put Faith in danger."

"I was protecting all of you! Crowley was here to ambush us at your wedding. I had to stop him before he could hurt you or Sarah. All of this was to keep you safe and out of hunting like you wanted."

"If that means you get yourself killed, I don't want out."

"Sam…"

"I mean it. If you keep doing this, Dean, I have no choice but to come back and save your stupid ass."

"I have Cas for that."

"Yeah, but he would follow you anywhere, even death."

Dean nodded. "I know." Cas was ready to die today, fighting alongside Dean and knowing that Faith was safe with Sam. But what Faith had shown tonight was more terrifying than anything Crowley could've done. He didn't know what had happened to his daughter, but she had saved them and killed Crowley. He had been lying to himself when he said that she was normal and should be raised as a kid. The truth was: she isn't normal. She is a nephilim and more powerful than anything else they had come across. And that thought scared him.