Hello! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Busy with work and other stories and such.
Thanks to A BlueHeartAttack77 for favoriting and to Ulquiorra-Schiffer-4 for favoriting and stalking both this and the previous one, It's Called Survival.
CeleryFallenAngel- Haha don't worry about the quirks in the system. Nothing you can do about that. I really hope it plays on Canadian airs...meh, doesn't matter since I don't have a tv...
TheSwanWriter- I know, I felt bad doing that to her. I think she might blame herself a bit. Sort of like, "maybe if I stayed" type thing. I always thought Dean was being a Dick (hehe see what I did there?) when he said that. Here's where you find out what happens about Purgatory! and teaming up with Garth, Kevin, and Jody? That would be pretty cool!
So today I have a question for you all! Between Sam, Dean, and Castiel, who would you shag (aka do the horizontal naked dance with), marry, and push off a cliff? You have to pick one guy for each option. No we cannot drag Crowley into this, and whoever gets pushed off the cliff presumably dies. Even Cas. (Yeah, I know he has wings. Just roll with it.). I want to see your answers! Feel free to give reasoning behind your choices! :)
Chapter 13 – Facing Fears
Krysta was excited. Very excited. Beyond excited! They were going to take on Dick Roman. Head honcho of SucroCorp, leader of the Leviathans, ultimate jackass—and her uncle Cas was facing his fears and coming along. She wasn't sure what had happened between Dean and him—they just vanished saying something about running an errand—but when they came back, all was forgiven. It was good enough for her.
The plan was simple. Meg was going to take the Impala, make a grand entrance. The Leviathans would recognize the car and head for it. Sam and Krysta were going to go find Kevin, since Krysta knew where he was…sort of, and Dean and Cas were going to find Dick. The real Dick. What could go wrong?
'Knock on wood…'
While the Leviathans were busy with Meg, Sam and Krysta started to look for Kevin. "We were in some sort of waiting room," Krysta explained to Sam, "but they've probably moved him by now." The two of them started checking rooms. 427—empty. 428—nada. 429—seriously, how many rooms were there? Krysta hoped Dean, Cas, and Meg were having better luck.
At the end of one of many hallways, there was a pair of double doors. Krysta put a finger to her lips, motioning for Sam to be quiet, as she put her ear to the door. Her eyes widened when she heard muffled whimpering. She nodded to Sam and stepped back as he kicked in the doors.
When they ran into the room, they saw Kevin tied to an office chair, duct tape over his mouth. "Okay, buddy," Sam said quickly, cutting through Kevin's bonds, "we've gotta hustle!"
"Krysta!" Kevin crowed after pulling the tape off of his mouth. He gazed up at Sam. "Boy, am I ever glad to see you!"
Sam was confused for a moment before shaking his head. "No man, it's me, Sam!" Kevin's eyebrows pulled together. Looking over Sam's shoulder, he met Krysta's eyes.
She gave him a quick wave. "Hey Kevin, long time no see!" she joked. Kevin barked out a quick laugh. He ran a hand through his hair, his cheeks warming.
"Hey," he smiled, "so, this is you?"
"Yeah."
"You're a lot prettier than I thought you'd be…"
Krysta's eyes widened slightly as colour filled her cheeks. Was he seriously…did he think…did that mean what she thought it meant?
Sam groaned and rolled his eyes. "You guys can flirt later!" Ignoring Krysta's objection of "I wasn't flirting!" he continued. "Now come on! We really need to go!"
"Wait," Kevin protested, "we can't leave yet!"
"Uh, yeah, we can!" Krysta moved for the door. "Come on! We've gotta go!"
"No," Kevin shook his head, "you don't understand! Dick's got cream in the lab; he's gonna kill all the skinny people!" He spoke quickly and urgently.
"What? Slow down."
"We have to blow up the lab, guys. Please."
Sam deliberated for a moment and sighed. "Yeah, fine, let's go." He turned to Krysta. "Go meet up with Dean, we'll meet you there."
Krysta nodded and headed for the door. She paused just before leaving. What if this didn't work? This could be the last time she saw Sam. And Kevin. 'What the hell.'
She ran back to the both of them. Wrapping Sam in a bone-crushing hug, she mumbled "Be careful" into his chest. Turning to Kevin, she bit her lip. "Good luck," she told him. After giving him a quick peck on the lips, she sprinted out the door, blushing the entire way.
Krysta faintly heard Sam chuckle as she rounded a corner.
"See, here's the thing about Crowley. He will always find a way to bone you."
Krysta could hear Dean talking. She was getting close. She just needed to find the right room.
"This meeting's over."
There was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. Krysta found them just as Castiel fell to the floor. Turns out they were in the lab after all! Dean stabbed Dick in the gut with the bone and Krysta watched in horror as he pulled it back out. Dick snapped the bone in half with ease.
"Did you really think you could trump me?" he growled. 'Oh shit.' Now he was pissed.
"Honestly," Dean confessed, "no." He pulled another bone out of his jacket. Castiel simultaneously grabbed Dick by the hair and pulled his head back as Dean stabbed him through the neck. 'Okay, that was gross, to say the least…'
Sam and Kevin burst through the doors seconds later. As Dick cried out in pain, Dean smirked. "Figured we'd have to catch you off guard." Dick roared as black blood poured from his body. That was when he gave off a wave of energy. It rippled through the air, barely noticeable, but Krysta didn't like it. Especially since Dick was grinning.
Dean eyed him warily, but didn't back away. Everyone stared in horror as the energy waves rippled faster and more frequently. When Dick's grin grew impossibly wider, Krysta knew something was really wrong. She looked at her uncle—who was still a little loopy, though she wouldn't say that out loud—and decided she needed to get him out of there. Dean would be able to take care of himself. She wasn't so sure about Cas.
Krysta ran over and grabbed the angel by the trench coat. She tried pulling, but he wouldn't budge. Using all of her strength, she changed tactics and gave him a push towards Sam. He stumbled out of the way, surprised. Krysta smiled at him and turned just in time to see Dick explode.
Dean opened his eyes to find he was lying on the ground. He was in the middle of some God-forsaken forest where it was so dark; he had trouble seeing a few feet in front of him. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, standing. Looking over, he noticed Krysta was lying next to him. He gave her a shake, not liking what his gut was telling him. "Krysta, Krysta! Damn it, wake up!"
She woke up with a groan and rubbed her head. "Dean? What…" She trailed off as she looked around. "Oh God," she whimpered, her voice small and shaky, "Dean, we need to get out of here!"
Well that would help if he knew where the hell they were! "Where are we?" he asked her warily.
Krysta looked at him with wide eyes. "You don't know?" Dean shook his head.
"Last I remember, we ganked Dick!" Krysta stood up slowly. Dean's eyebrows pulled together when he saw her hands were shaking. She looked like she was about to cry.
"What happens to him when he dies?" she asked him. No. No…she couldn't mean…
"Wait. Are you telling me—"
"Every soul here is a monster!" Dean's eyes darted towards a rustling noise in the bushes. "Uncle Cas said that this is where they come to prey on each other for all eternity."
Dean's eyebrows flew up. "We're in Purgatory?" Twigs snapped behind Krysta and she jumped, spinning around. She backed up until she was standing a little behind Dean. She grabbed onto his jacket sleeve, holding it like a security blanket. "How do we get out?" Dean asked.
Noticing glowing red eyes and menacing shadows in the trees, Krysta moaned. "I think we're more likely to get ripped to shreds first!" She threw her arms around Dean, burying her face into his chest. "Dean, I'm scared," she whispered.
Dean wrapped his arms around her protectively, trying to soothe her. Shit, Krysta never admitted she was scared. Not even when they faced Lucifer! She hid behind snide and sarcastic comments, burying the fear down where no one could find it. He should know—he does the same thing. For her to act like this, she must be freaking terrified!
'Not good.'