Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell Part 2

The Impala was parked in the woods near the crime scene and Dean dug through the trunk.

"So, hellhounds are invisible to humans… unless you sold your soul, and they're after you." Dean explained.

"Or, uh, you're wearing a pair of these." Sam held up a pair of glasses. "They're glasses treated with holy fire."

"All right, Crowley and I are gonna hit the woods, see if we can't track down Cujo. You stick with Sam and Angie." Dean instructed. "They'll keep you safe."

"Okay." Gwen nodded as she got into the back seat next to Grace.

"Take care of her." Dean looked at Sam.

"Of course," he nodded. "Dean, look, even if Ramsey circles back, as long as we keep moving, Gwen's gonna be just…"

"He's talking about the car, babe," Angela informed.

"You tend to ride the breaks, Sammy."

"Dean, I know how to drive." Sam rolled his eyes.

"I'm just saying." Dean shrugged. "Okay, just imagine she's a… a beautiful woman. Imagine she's Angie!"

"Dean, I know you did not just compare me to your car." Angela scoffed.

"Oh, come on, Dean. Get out of here." Sam muttered. "I'm done."

Sam and Angela got into the Impala and the engine roared to life.

"Sam…" Dean tried.

"Ew." Crowley stared at Dean.

"Come on." Dean rolled his eyes.

Dean and Crowley headed down a trail labeled 'Sica Hollow,' apparently followed by Ramsey.

~/~\~

Dean and Crowley were walking through the forest looking for Ramsey. Dean was wearing his holy fire glasses, refusing to look at Crowley.

"Fancy," Crowley commented on Dean's glasses. "Really brings out your eyes."

"Shut up." Dean retorted.

"Shut up." Crowley mocked.

Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I mean it, Crowley."

"I mean it, Crowley." He copied.

"Go to Hell."

"Go to Hell." Crowley mimicked. "Really, Dean, all these years, you're so predictable."

"Yeah, well, I guess we've all changed. I got predictable. You got soft." Dean replied. "I mean, a few years ago, who'd have thought you'd be helping us save the girl of the week?"

"I don't care about her." Crowley scoffed.

"Yeah, well, maybe we rubbed off on you."

"Don't flatter yourself."

"You saved Cas." Dean reminded.

"Just to spare myself the Winchester Manpain and Bambi's moping," Crowley argued. "You lot moping about like a bunch of schoolgirls."

"Well, I just wanna say thank you," Dean replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Or… a few years ago, who would've thought you'd be working with the King of Hell? Maybe you've rubbed off on me. Maybe I've rubbed off all over you." Crowley chuckled.

"Ugh." Dean shivered in disgust.

~/~\~

"I'm sorry," Gwen said from her place in the back seat as the Impala sped down the road.

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "For what?"

"This. It's all my fault."

"Gwen, this is not your fault," Angela assured.

"Yes, it is," Gwen stressed. "What happened to Marcus…" she closed her eyes as she flashed back to the attack. "Pull over. Please."

"Okay," Sam nodded as he pulled off to the side of the road.

~/~\~

"A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go…" Crowley sang.

"Crowley, shut up," Dean muttered.

"Heigh—

"Seriously." Dean hissed.

Dean spotted something off the path in the underbrush and they moved in closer to examine it. As they looked around, Dean noticed Marcus's body.

"Ramsey dragged him back… to her den." Crowley noted.

"Well, it's empty. So, where is she now?"

~/~\~

Gwen got back in the car and wiped her mouth.

"D'you wanna hold my Teddy?" Grace offered. "I always hold him when I'm sick."

Gwen smiled softly and held the teddy bear. "Thank you."

"You okay?" Sam asked gently.

"I…" Gwen sighed deeply. "I don't think I even know what 'okay' means anymore. Marcus… going camping was my idea. I took him out there even though I knew. I knew it was over. I liked Marcus. He was sweet and kind. And he loved me." She inhaled deeply. "More than I ever loved him. More than… If I'd just told him… If I… Why couldn't I just tell him the truth?"

"Gwen…" Angela started.

"Yeah, but I didn't." her voice cracked. "I lied. I lied to make things easier. I… I'm sorry. I… we should go."

Sam sighed deeply and nodded. "Right."

Sam was about to start the car when he saw Ramsey right in front of them.

"What?" Gwen asked.

"She's here." Sam replied.

Ramsey ran towards the Impala and growled as she jumped on the hood, smashing the windshield.

"It's okay. It's okay. Stay calm." Sam assured.

"Oh, my god!" Gwen cried.

"Daddy!" Grace exclaimed.

"All right." Sam muttered.

Ramsey growled and jumped to the trunk, denting it deeply.

"We should leave." Gwen suggested.

"No, no, no, Gwen." Sam shook his head. "I gotta take care of this. It's the only way she'll stop." He added as he pulled an angel blade out from behind his seat. "Angie, stay in the car with them. Stay in the car!"

"Be careful!" Angela stressed.

Sam got out of the car and confronted Ramsey. She leaped at him and pinned him to the ground, knocking off Sam's holy fire glasses.

"Crap," Angela muttered.

She grabbed the green cooler from the back seat and got out of the car. Angela clobbered Ramsey with the cooler, giving Sam time to get to his feet. He saw her footfalls raising dust and waited for her to jump again, then stabbed her with the angel blade, killing her.

"You should've stayed in the car," Sam turned to face Angela.

"You needed help," she shrugged.

"You're pregnant." Sam reminded.

Angela walked over and stood on her toes to kiss Sam softly. "The baby and I are fine. You, however… you were about to be puppy chow."

~/~\~

Dean surveyed the damage to the Impala while Sam, Angela, Grace, Gwen, and Crowley stood by.

"This is why you don't drive," Dean told Sam, earning a grunt from his younger brother.

"So… it's over?" Gwen asked.

"It's over." Crowley nodded.

Gwen smiled and hugged Crowley tightly. "Thank you."

"Yeah. Ah, dog dead. Must be going."

"Hey, Crowley," Sam started. "Wait a second. Um… thank you."

Crowley gave Sam a ghost of a smile before he disappeared. Sam scoffed and shook his head.

"He seems nice," Gwen noted.

"Yeah," Dean muttered as Sam cleared his throat. "Let's get in. Hopefully, it still runs."

~/~\~

Lawrence, Kansas

Sam, Dean, and Angela were walking down the bunker's stairs and Angela carried Grace, who was fast asleep. As they walked, Dean had Castiel on speaker.

"Cas, what's up?" Dean asked.

"Hey, I think I have a lead on Kelly Kline." Castiel's voice rang through.

"Yeah?"

"She's with Dagon, Prince of Hell."

"Okay, what do you know about him?" Angela asked.

"Actually, it's a her," Castiel corrected. "And not much. It's just rumors and stories. Dagon is mostly known for her psychotic savagery."

"Great, so where's Kelly?" Sam inquired.

"Well, she was in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Now, I'm not sure."

"All right, well, we'll spread the word," Dean replied. "Let us know if you find anything."

"Of course," Castiel assured before hanging up.

Dean frowned slightly as the phone went dead. "He sound weird to you?"

Sam's phone started buzzing and he turned away slightly to look at the call. He dismissed it once he saw that it was Mick.

"Is that your computer talking you again, babe?" Angela smirked lightly.

"Uh… No. Um… It's, uh… Mick Davies." Sam stammered.

"What?" Dean and Angela asked simultaneously.

"I don't have a computer program feeding me cases," Sam admitted. "I-I, uh… Gwen? Every job we've worked in the last two weeks?" he inhaled deeply. "They've come from the British Men of Letters."

"Really?" Angela pursed her lips.

"Yeah. I didn't tell you and Dean 'cause I know how much you guys hate them."

"No, we hate them. Us. Together." Dean reminded.

"I-I get that. Yeah, I do. But—but…" Sam sighed. "Because of Mick and his guys, the Alpha Vampire is dead. Angie, you were there. They get results. I don't like them either, but—but if—if we can save people, then it… Either way, I-I shouldn't have lied to you guys. And… I'm sorry. I-I…"

Dean and Angela looked at each other for a few moments.

"Well, okay." Angela nodded.

Sam's brows creased slightly. "Okay?"

"What do you want us to say? Do we like it? No. Do we trust them? Hell, no." Dean replied. "But you're right. We work with people we don't trust all the time. I mean, hell, I. just Liam Neeson'd it up with Crowley. So, if you wanna give this a shot, then…" Dean scoffed lightly. "Fine."

"But the minute—and I mean the second—something feels off, we bail," Angela added firmly.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Of course. Deal." He added as his phone buzzed again. "It's Mick."

"Pick it up." Dean shrugged.

"This is Sam," he answered the phone.

A/N: Hey y'all, I hope you had a good Easter if that's what you celebrate! And I hope you liked this chapter! Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily