Dean and I cuddle in bed one night when Castiel appears at the food of our bed.
"I have news" he says lowly in a gruff voice
"Dam it, Cas!" Dean yells out as I quickly pull the blanket over myself, covering my naked body.
I chuckle embarrassed "it's okay" I try to make it less awkward.
"The Angels knew what Lucifers 3 trials are" he blinks mechanically
"Great. Why don't you wake up Sam and we'll discuss it in the library" Dean suggest getting out of the bed pulling a pair of pants over his boxer briefs
"Sure" Castiel nods then disspears without using the door
"Better be quick" Dean looks back to me smirking "he might come back, he's not good with boundaries."
"Right" I smile throwing a robe over myself. Tying it tightly in a knot.
We meet the 2 of them in the library after we checked on Paul. His room is now warded against Angels. Castiel understands it's too keep lucifer out. I yawn as I sit down next to Sam. Dean remains standing behind me, with his hand on my shoulder. "What do they know?" Dean asks seriously.
"It's been hear say for millennia that Lucifer had a way back into heaven after our Father banished him. No one ever knew if it was true or not. Lucifer was around when God made those trials to close hell, so he knew what he had to do and how to do it." Castiel explains. The 3 of us stay still and listen, our breath in harmony as he pauses for effect. "The first trial is drinking the blood of an innocent" Castiels eyes soften looking at me
"That's why he took Paul's blood, because he's an innocent" I look down.
Castiel nods and Dean squeezes my shoulder "the second trial is stealing a spirit and condemning it to hell" he says
"That's what Crowley was for" Sam speaks up "crossroad deals" he adds
Castiel nods again as Dean squeezes my shoulder even tighter. "And the third trial is turning an angel into a demon"
"Metatron" Dean finally speaks. Castiel's final nod is a heavy one that his eyes don't lift from. "He's going to turn him into a demon" deans hand is squeezing me too tightly now.
"Ow" I wriggle it out of his grip, lightly rubbing it
"Sorry" he looks down to me.
I look to him "it's alright."
"Now that he has Paul's blood and Metatron, crowley is our only hope. We have to tell him his plan!" Sam speaks up
"Help crowley?" Dean spits out looking down at me rubbing my back.
"It's not just for him, it's for everyone" I look up to him. His cheek twitches just a little and I speak up again "we can't let him back into heaven, who knows what he will do"
"Your right. I know you're all right" he looks up to Sam and Castiel "let's do this" he walks towards another room in the bunker.
I grab the baby monitor that's on the table and follow last behind Sam. Dean is forming a circle on the floor with chalk while Sam puts together a bowl of ingredients. A bit of time passes before they are ready to summon crowley.
Dean slashes his hand, letting the blood trip into the bowl. He wraps it with a handkerchief and sets the bowl on fire with a matchstick. He recites the incantation "...Et ad congregandum...eos coram me."
A few moments pass before the familiar foreigner appears within the circle "why do I even carry one of these?" He asks holding up a cell phone
"We have news" Dean steps closer to the demon "lucifer needs you to complete his trials"
"Ahh, so you know his actual plan" Crowley smirks towards me
I step up behind Dean "you knew this whole time?" My eyes smolder with anger
"Of course" he beams proudly with smugness
I snarl and take a step back. "How long have you known?" Castiel asks
"Generations. You don't become the king of hell without knowing everything about lucifer." He explains
"Why did you lie to me?" I ask him angrily with distain
"I'd have to tell you the other trials and you'd go nuts about the blood and I just needed to get out" he waves his hand like its as simple as that. I roll my eyes at his response and mutter under my breath
"What are you doing about it?" Dean asks in a low voice
Crowley's eyes avert to the older brother "all contracts involving souls have been put on hold. Your dear Luci needs the king to do the bitting and I do not intend to lose my thrown."
"Lose your thrown?" Sam repeats the words
"If lucifer succeeds, he will have control of heaven and hell. Even my charm would be rendered useless to his power" Crowley tries to make light of the situation
"Shit" I mumble under my breath. Every one in the room looks in my direction after the cuss left my mouth. I shrug openly "you know you were all thinking it"
Sam and Dean smirk back and nod, Castiel just stares and crowley rolls his eyes "is there anything else or can I be going?" Crowley mutters
"You can't just be lurking around Crowley, he'll find you" Dean looks at the king of hell seriously, his green eyes intent to get the message across
Crowley snarls "and I'm suppose to stay here? The very place lucifer penetrated to get the blood of the young? It's the first place he'll look"
"It's warded now. He can't come near this place" Sam explains.
Crowley raises his eyes brows towards Castiel "and this winged rat?"
"Lucifers spell is more complicated then the typical angel warding" Castiel explains flatly
"Right" Crowley drags out the word. He turns his attention back to the brothers "my kingdom is safe, he will not find me"
"Kingdom?" I ask eyes squinted
"You 4 have yet to find it" he bounces back proudly.
"Fine. But when we call, you answer" Dean demands
"Let's actually use the phones this time" Crowley smirks before disappearing into the dark.
We stand there silently after he left, the smell of sulfur lingering in the air "we just let him go?" I ask
"He has a point" Sam speaks up "and since none of us know where Crowley is, lucifer can't get it out of us with torture or anything" he explains. Dean looks at his brother his eyes wide and I see him direct them towards me. Sam shrugs unapologetically
"It's fine Dean. So what now?" I look between the three males.
Castiel takes a step closer to Dean and I "now we work on removing the mark from Paul"
Deans eyes meet mine with the same urging look. We know he's right, we have to remove the mark before he gets too old to not be considered innocent anymore. He reaches his hand out and I lift mine to meet it. We walk back to our room hand in hand and crawl back into bed. I lay there motionless, pretending to sleep. I don't know what Dean will have to do but I know he will do it, he will do anything for Paul. I lay impatiently still waiting for the sunrise.
