Hello my darlings. I would like to thank giawinchester for the lovely review. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.
So sorry for the long absences, I was on holiday, but I'm back now.
Anyway here is the next chapter, time to fight the knight of hell. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
The journey to the disused barn that seemed to have become the favourite place for the Winchesters to summon demons was full of arguments. Though in truth it was just the two humans in the front of the impala that argued, neither willing to allow the other to place the hex bag. Sam thought he had the right to do it, after all he had made the thing, but Dean refused to listen to any sort of reason. In fact Dean was very much in the 'my word is law' frame of mind and Sam knew he wouldn't win. Not that that stopped him from arguing with his brother. He didn't want to see Dean get hurt any more than Dean wanted him to be the one in the firing line.
Of course when they reached the barn Dean had won, being the more stubborn of the two. Then they ran into their next issue. Sam and Dean both wanted to draw a devils trap to stop Abaddon from escaping. But as Crowley pointed out, if they did that he wouldn't have any powers to help them either, and as it was planned that he would be the one to call the evil bitch, he really thought that this should definitely be bloody well taken into consideration. So, much against both the Winchesters instincts, they did not draw any kind of trap for the knight of hell, they both just hoped that Crowley and Cas would be trap enough.
So after all these 'debates' the four of them moved to their different positions to await Abaddon's arrival. Sam stood by the door with his gun filled with devil trap bullets at the ready, pointing towards the centre of the room, and towards Crowley who stood there with a smirk on his face while feeling rather weary about where Sam was aiming. In the demons hand was a bowl of blood. Blood that had be graciously, or not so graciously, donated by both Sam and Dean, neither willing to let the other be weakened more than them. Behind Sam and to the side Dean stood with the hex bag in one hand and his gun in the other, he had also loaded up with devils trap bullets, cos let's be honest, this plan could go downhill fast, and he wanted to make sure he was armed in some way other than the hex bag that 'might' work. Sure Crowley said it would, but did he really trust the words of the demon? Sam hadn't had time to research it to make sure it was kosha, so Dean being Dean, wanted to be prepared, just in Case. Opposite the Winchesters, in the shadows to Crowley's left stood Castiel with his angel blade at the ready. He did not want the knight of hell to know he was there until it came time to kill her, he just hoped that Crowley could distract her enough that the time between her arriving and he made his move did not consist of either of the Winchesters dying, though he knew if it did he would move before it was time, he would happily ruin their plan if it would save the one he loved's life or that of his brother. No he would not let any harm come to Sam or Dean.
Once he saw everyone was in place Crowley use the blood to contact his rival. It was time for him to persuade her to meet him, and if he had to let her believe he was willing to surrender to get her here, then he would, though he doubted she would fall for that. No he had a much better plan.
"Abaddon. I think it is time you and I met." He said into the swirl of blood in the bowl.
"Oh? And why is that Crowley? Have you come to your senses and realised that I am the rightful ruler of hell?" Abaddon asked into his mind making him roll his eyes at her words. And the Winchesters thought he was arrogant, please. She was so much worse.
"Do I look stupid to you darling?" He drawled in reply, he needed her to think she had the upper hand, even if he knew, if this worked as he hoped it would, she didn't stand a bloody chance.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Abaddon asked with a sneering laugh. I means seriously? Crowley was nothing to her. She could beat him, even if he did have the power of hell on his side. She was a knight of hell, trained by Cain himself. Crowley could do nothing to her.
"Be my guest, but I think it would better to have this conversation in person, don't you?" Crowley said in answer to the rhetorical question. He needed to get her here, preferably without any backup.
"I will not come to whatever trap you have arranged Crowley, it will not work, I am stronger than you." Abaddon responded with all the arrogance and power of one who knew she had more power than the thing she was talking to.
"Then why not come? Surely you are strong enough to defeat any trap I have set." Crowley replied with a crafty smile on his face. Oh yes, do come and join the party I've arranged especially for you.
"Why are you calling me?" Abaddon asked with confusion as she heard his words. What was he up to now?
"We need to talk." Crowley replied with a sigh as if he hated the words he was speaking.
"There is nothing to talk about, I will defeat you, and I will bring hell onto earth." Abaddon replied instantly. She had no need to talk to the man who spent his time making deals. That was not he way of hell. No the point was to bring evil and suffering to all humans.
"Oh? Even with the angels falling? I mean seriously? You want to fight them on your own? Go right ahead darling, I'll make sure that you are remembered, as the foolhardy demon who felt she was stronger than the armies of heaven. It will be a good lesson for my subjects to learn I am sure…" Crowley responded with a shrug. Take that you bitch.
"You are proposing we join forces to beat the angels?" Abaddon asked cautiously making Crowley smirk. Got ya.
"If you want to know what I propose love, you'll have to get you delectable derrière to me." With that Crowley cut the connection and his smirk grew even wider when he felt the shimmer in the air as Abaddon arrived before him. Oh you foolish woman, you just fell for the oldest tick in the book. But you will learn, even if it is now too late for you.
"What is your plan Crowley?" Abaddon asked crossing her arms and glaring at him. She had made sure he didn't have a mass of demons waiting for her when she arrived, in fact she was in the belief he was alone, thanks to Castiel to hiding the other three present from prying eyes.
"This." Crowley replied, though he made no move to do anything. Instead Abaddon heard the crack of a gun being fired behind her and she turned swiftly to see how much she had been betrayed by the demon in front of her.
Sam pulled the trigger on his gun at Crowley's word, but before the bullet could connect with the one he had aimed at Abaddon turned and blasted him into the wall. Oh yeah, that happened far too much for his liking, though at least she didn't have him pinned there, her concentration had already gone back to Crowley, if only he hadn't let go of his damn gun.
"You would team up with a Winchester? Just how far have you fallen?" Abaddon asked with distaste in her mouth as she looked at the smirking demon before her. Did he really think she would fall for that one twice? Was he insane?
"Oh darling, I have so much worse planed for you." Crowley responded with a sneer. Sam was nothing to what would come, and he would enjoy every second of the pain she was about to go through. Oh yes, this really was going to be fun.
Dean came running out of his hiding place, shooting his gun as he did so. He saw Abaddon turn to him and he realised that maybe he should have been stealthier about getting to the bitch. But she had just thrown Sam against a wall, he wasn't in the stealthy mood. He wanted her blood. When she flung her hand out, Dean knew he should be flying through the air, but he felt nothing. Well that was new.
"What are you doing?" Abaddon screeched turning on Crowley with anger in her eyes.
"What I need to to get rid of a bitch like you." Crowley replied his hand out as well to counter her force towards Dean. He knew the only way any of them would survive this was if the elder Winchester could get to the knight of hell, so he would do what he had to to make sure that happened.
Dean didn't stop to think about what was going on. He was moving forwards instead of flying backwards, and right now that was all he cared about. Moving quickly he threw himself on Abaddon's back which she had tuned to him, thinking Crowley was the greater theat. Oh how little she knew. With a quick stealthy move he had leant from years of pick-pocketing he slipped the hex bag onto the demon before shifting his position so he could fire a bullet right between her shoulder blades. He wanted to do more, but it seemed his time was up. Abaddon howled at the feel of the bullet entering her skin, and something else. She didn't know what it was, but it hurt her, reduced her powers. But she was still a knight of hell, therefore it took little of her remaining energy to grab the man from her back and fling him with force against pillars which supported the upper balcony of the barn. Dean smashed through them, causing all that the pillars supported to rain down onto his limp form, his last thought as he flew was son of a bitch, and then blackness overtook him and there was nothing.
Sam had watched his brother run and he knew it was a foolhardy action. He was ready though, when Abaddon flung Dean he would get up and maybe try to get the hex bag from Dean, either that of distract her until his brother could try again, hopefully with more stealth this time. But when he saw both Crowley and Abaddon hold up their hands he got worried, or he did until he realised that Dean hadn't stopped moving towards his target. Crowley was doing what he had promised, he was helping them. He watched with a confused mix of feelings as he brother jumped on Abaddon's back, half of him was in awe at what he was doing, the other half was terrified because of the stupidity of it all. He could only sit there and watch as Abaddon flung Dean away as if he weighed nothing, he could only sit there and watch as his brother crashed into the pillars and lay motionless under the debris. No, this couldn't be happening. How had Abaddon had the power to do that? He wanted to run to his brother, check he was a live, but he couldn't stop his eyes from returning to the bigger threat. There would be no way to save Dean if he died trying to recues him. And so he turned back to the two demons in the middle of the room, though now the scene looked a lot different to what it had been before. It seemed Dean had planted the hex bag, and it was working as advertised. Well wonders never cease, Crowley wasn't lying. With the knowledge that Abaddon was being taken care of, Sam made his slow way round the barn, trying to get to his brothers side.
Crowley had watched Dean get flung away from Abaddon, but there was nothing he could do to lessen his fall, not if he wanted enough power to take on the bitch in front of him if Dean had failed in what he was supposed to do. Of course as he looked back he saw Abaddon fall to her hands and knees and he knew that Dean had indeed been successful. The hex bag was working, and reducing the knight of hells power. Now it was up to Castiel to finish her, and there was no way he wouldn't stand there and watch that happening.
Castiel had stood and watched Sam get thrown against the wall, but he also saw that the man was conscious, and as such summarised that Abaddon thought nothing much of him, instead concentrated on Crowley. He was glad Sam was not hurt, but he worried about what Dean would do seeing what she had done to his brother. He did not have to wait long to find out. He watched Dean run at Abaddon with a shake of his head, that would never work, but when he saw Crowley nullifying the knight of hells power towards the man he smiled. He knew how much it would take for the demon to do that, just as he knew that Crowley had done it in a rather instinctual fashion, not that he would ever admit to it. Of course his smile soon slipped from his face when he saw Dean crash through the pillars. He tried to see if he was moving, but he could not. He reached out with the connection he had with the man he loved and felt a frightening emptiness. Dean. But no, he couldn't rush to him, he had a job to do first. The sooner Abaddon was dead, the sooner he could get to the man he loved. The man he hoped was still alive. No he had to be, Dean could not die. So instead of going to the one who was hurt Castiel turned to the one who had caused him the pain. With a stare that would send most being in this world and all others running for cover, he turned back to the demon before him and found her on her knees, it was good enough.
Stay strong my love, I'll be there soon, he thought as with anger in his eyes he marched towards the one who had dared hurt his hunter. It was time to end this.
