Dean and Sam running their mouths to such powerful beings really got on my nerves. Death was right, they were so arrogant... Oh and I adored Death, so much. His acting, his presence, his stare... it just filled the screen with awesomeness every time.

"You're sending me to the boys?" Gabe gaped at Bobby, who nodded. "You are sending me into the field to help Sam and Dean? Why? I have never done fieldwork, and I am needed here to create the spell to revive Sam's soul."

"I know, but they are dealing with Crowley, they are going to need your help. Having a witch on hand might be all that keeps them from getting killed." he sighed, rubbing his bald head. "I'd go myself, but as you said someone needs to do the research to make the spell. Just go for a few jobs, get your feet wet and then we can come back with my research and make that spell. Let me gather the parts, when you get back you can put it together."

"Fine... just... where are they?"

"They are going to Buffalo New York, but I'd cast a locator spell, track them down before that and met up. I taught you to drive, you should be fine."

Barely withholding his groaning, he turned on heel. "I better go get my stuff... god damn idiots, I haven't even met them and I already dislike them."

Bobby's laughter filled the house as he heard that little tidbit.

And so, after a simple tracking spell, he hurried into one of Bobby's cars and shot off to the boys in question... he half hoped they were dead, to save him the damn trouble. He wasn't a hunter, damn it, he was a witch...

Stupid people...

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He found them at a restaurant Fat Mack's Rib Shack in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He recognized them from Bobby's pictures of them, and so he approached them in the middle of this annoying sunny day. Before he got close though, he sensed and saw Sam's aura, or lack there of. It was like looking a void, where light pulled in not out. It was wrong and he knew that it had to be fixed.

Holding a plate of ribs, Dean was on the phone and so he saw Gabe approaching but didn't seem to recognize him. "I know, Bobby, but there's got to be another way. I don't know. Keep digging... and when is your kid coming to find us?"

"That would be me." Gabe said, approaching Dean, making the man jump ever so slightly. "You must be Dean, and that guy with the empty aura must be Sam. Pleasure I am sure." Grabbing the phone from Dean, who called out in shock, spoke to Bobby. "I'm here, Bobby, see you later." And like that he hung up, handing the phone to Dean. "You do realize that there really is no way to get out of your deal with Crowely, from what Bobby said, he has your by the short and curlies."

"Yes, I do." Crowley said as his and his immense aura materialized before them, making Gabe smirk internally . Good news, boys! I've got a job for you." Crowley pulled out the chair next to Sam, turned it around and sat on it backward.

"I'm gonna say this once. You can take your job and shove it up your ass." Dean growled, like the moron Gabe suspected he was.

Crowley just took it with a smile. "Is that any way to talk to your boss?"

"You're not my boss, dickbag.

"Dean, Dean. Been through this. Quit clutching your pearls. You've been working for me for some time now. Sam here, longer."

Sam spoke up next, without any real aggression. " We didn't know."

Crowley huffed. "Like that makes a difference to you. You'd sell your brother for a dollar right now if you really needed a soda." Dean looked pained. "Look, I'm sending you –"

"No."

Groaning, Gabe held out his hands and uttered a simple spell. "Adhuc lingua!" And in that instance, both Sam and Dean started choking as their tongues rolled back in their mouths. "He is the King of Hell you arrogant Monkeys! He could destroy you both effortlessly, I can actually sense his power. In either case, by helping him you are hunting which you would be doing anything, so shut up and stop being disrespectful. Just listen to what he has to say, and go hunt. I am not here to get my head lit on fire cause you pissed off Crowley!"

Crowly laughed. "An Aphasia spell, clever way to deal with most witches or arrogant thugs. I'll remember that." Laughing a touch more, he turned to Dean. " Come on, Dean, smile. It's not that bad. Here's incentive – you bag me a live alpha, and I'll give you little Sammy's soul back, with a cherry on top."

"What, alpha vamp not good enough for you?"

"Best mind where you poke your nose, if you want to keep it. Your merry little hike up the food chain starts here." Crowley put a newspaper down on the table. "Businessman found dead in his car – chest ripped open..."

Sam picked up the newspaper. The headline red "Businessman Falls Victim to Animal Attack."

"...heart missing. Sounds like?"

"Werewolf."

Dean shook his head. "No, it's not a full moon."

Crowley smirked "Werewolves turning on the full moon – so '09."

Sam nodded "He's right. Samuel and I ganked one about six months back on the half-moon. Things have been out of whack for a while now, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess."

"So, it's settled then. You bag the howler, bring it home to papa. See you soon, boys." Crowley said before teleporting away.

Now that they were alone, Gabe slapped Dean's head. "Seriously, why piss of people more powerful than you? He could easily have Bobby killed, or any other person that matters to you if he wanted to. Why tempt fate?"

Dean just growled, holding his head. "He's a dickbag, that's why."

"Not a good enough reason, moron... hurry up and eat, we have a case to get to. I'm going to see if they have any vegetarian options."

"You don't eat meat, don't tell me you're one of those bleeding hearts?"

Gabe rolled his eyes. "My biological father has high blood pressure and cholesterol by the time he was thirty, I'd rather not follow suit."

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was fun to write, but hard.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.