Devil May Care Part 1

Dean was lying on a picnic table with his eyes closed. Sam and Angela sat down next to him. Angela held Grace in her arms.

"So, what, Cas is human?" Sam asked as he wrapped an arm around Angela's waist.

"Ish." Dean shrugged as he sat up. "I mean, he's got no grace, no wings, no… harp, whatever the hell else he had."

"Okay. Where'd he crash-land?"

"Called me from a payphone in Longmont, Colorado. I told him just to make for the bunker." Dean explained.

Sam's brows furrowed. "Well, you think he can handle a road trip like that?"

"Well, Cas is a big boy. Things go Breaking Bad, he knows our number."

"Right now we've got bigger worries." Angela sighed.

"The fallen angels?" Sam asked.

Angela looked up at her husband. "Yeah. I mean, thanks to Metatron, we now have a couple of thousand loose nukes walking around here."

"What do you think they're gonna do?" Sam muttered.

"We got no damn clue." Dean sighed.

"What about Crowley? You, uh…" Sam mimed slitting his throat.

Dean pursed his lips. I would've loved nothing better than to ice that limey bitch. But then I thought to myself, 'what would Sam Winchester do'?"

"I'd've stabbed him in the brain," Sam answered.

"Oh." Dean pursed his lips. "Well, Angie and I figured that the King of Hell might know a few things, so why not Zero Dark Thirty his ass?" he explained as they got up off the table.

Sam frowned, confused. "Wait, so, Crowley is… alive?"

Dean opened the Impala's trunk to reveal Crowley. "Oh yeah. He's the junk in my trunk."

"Huh." Sam chuckled.

~/~\~

Lebanon, Kansas

Dean and Angela walked into the bunker. Grace slept in Angela's arms, her head resting against her mother's shoulder. Suddenly, an arrow came flying in their general direction, getting stuck in the handrail a few feet in front.

Angela's brows furrowed in confusion. "What the hell?"

Kevin stood up from behind his barricade of books and a flipped-over table, holding a crossbow. "Dean? Angie? You're alive!"

"Yeah, 'cause you're a crappy shot…" Dean pulled the arrow out of the handrail. "Katniss."

"Sorry." Kevin sighed. "It's been a bad couple of days. I-I haven't slept, or eaten, I… I'm pretty backed up."

"Okay, overshare." Dean cringed.

"After we talked, this place went nuts, alright?" Kevin continued. "Th-there was some alarm, and all the machines were freaking out, and the bunker just locked down! I couldn't open the door, my cell phone stopped working, I thought the world was ending!"

"Close, hon." Angela pursed her lips. "The angels fell."

Kevin's brows furrowed in confusion. "The… what does that mean?"

"Nothing good." Angela sighed. "And, uh, listen, next time the world's ending, grab a gun." She eyed his crossbow.

Dean took the crossbow from Kevin and set it down on the table as he started to walk away, taking out his phone. "I got service."

Kevin flipped a switch on the bunker's control panel. "It's back online. Maybe when you opened the door from the outside door, it reset the system."

"Yeah, okay, let's go with that." Dean shrugged.

Sam walked into the bunker with Crowley, who was handcuffed, blindfolded, and had earmuffs on.

"Hey. All good?" Sam asked.

"Is it ever. Come on." Dean replied.

"I'll meet you guys in there, okay?" Angela assured. "I'm gonna put Gracie in her crib."

Sam, Dean, and Angela left the room with Crowley in tow.

~/~\~

Crowley was chained to a chair in the center of the devil's trap in the Men of Letters dungeon. Dean pulled off his hood and tore the duct tape off his mouth.

"Aah!" Crowley exclaimed in pain. "Hello."

Dean squared his shoulder and punched Crowley in the face. "Never get tired of doing that."

Crowley grunted and looked at the wall full of torture instruments. "Homey. Where did you get this fantastic little treehouse?"

"Alright, here's how this is gonna go." Angela started. "You're giving us the name of every demon on Earth, and the people they're possessing."

Crowley raised his brows. "Am I? Doesn't sound like me, Bambi."

"Angie and I saw you break down, Crowley." Sam retorted. "When I was trying to cure you, I know a part of you was human again, maybe still is."

"Blah, blah, boohoo." Crowley rolled his eyes dramatically. "Done? Good. 'Cause this is what I know. I'm not giving you anything. Why would I? You have no leverage, darlings. You're not gonna close the gates of Hell, because you didn't, you're not gonna kill me, because you haven't. So, what's left?"

"We have a few ideas." Dean shrugged.

"Torture. Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and leather bustier, really putting the S-A-M into S&M." Crowley smirked. "Honestly, you three. What are you gonna do to me that I don't do to myself just for kicks every Friday night?"

The three hunters exchanged a look, then turned and left the room, locking the dungeon's doors behind them.

"Have fun!" Angela called out as she turned the lights off.

~/~\~

"What's Crowley doing here?! Why isn't he dead?! Why aren't you stabbing him right now?!" Kevin questioned the hunters as they walked back into the main room.

"Alright, alright, chill out, Kevin, okay? We need him." Dean replied.

"What?!"

"Kevin, look," Sam sighed. "If we can get Crowley to give us the name of every demon he's got topside, we can hunt them down. All of 'em."

"He will break, okay," Dean assured. "When he does, we'll hold him down while you knife him. Then we all go out for ice cream and strippers."

"Just stay away from him, alright, hon?" Angela added.

Kevin sighed heavily. "So, now what?"

"I gotta make a few phone calls," Dean replied. "You need to hit the Angel Tablet, see if you can find anything on the spell that Metatron used to empty out Heaven."

"Yeah, maybe we can reverse it before the God Squad does too much damage." Angela sighed.

"Yeah, if we're lucky." Dean agreed. "Alright, check the net for anything angel-y."

"Or demon-y," Sam added.

"Or monster-y. Or ghost-y, or… it's gonna be a busy year." Dean muttered.

~/~\~

Dean was on the phone while Sam, Angela, and Kevin sat at the table doing research.

"Yeah, Irv, fallen angels."

"Huh. That's a wrinkle." Irv's voice rang through the speaker.

"Well, trust me, they're just monsters with good PR," Dean replied. "So, if you run into one, torch his ass with holy oil. Oh, and if they drop, uh, like, a silver sword, grab it. Those pigstickers come in handy."

"Okay. Criminy."

Dean sighed. "Hey, look, I know this is weird, but—

"Well, Dean-o, weird's what we do." Irv chuckled. "I remember this case me and Bobby worked up in Saskatoon, had these two—

"Werewolf Siamese twins." Dean finished.

"He told you about that?"

"Every time he drank Labatt's," Dean remembered fondly. "So, if you run into any problems, give a call, okay? The more hunters that know, the better."

"Rodger-Dodger," Irv replied before hanging up.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela pulled up to the crime scene in the Impala. Kevin was babysitting Grace back at the bunker.

"Oh, god. This place reeks of sulfur." Angela wrinkled her nose as they walked towards the bus.

"Between the stink, with the freak thunderstorms, and every cow dead within three miles, I'll take demons for $1000, Alex," Dean muttered as the sergeant walked towards them. "Hey. Agents Stark, Banner, and Rogers, FBI. Just need to have a look around.

Sergeant Bates furrowed her brows. "Why? This is a military case, not a federal one."

"Well, that's not what our supervisor said," Sam argued.

"That so? Then maybe he and I oughta have a chat."

"Okay." Dean nodded as he took out his phone and dialed.

"Hey?" Kevin answered, confused.

"Hey, boss, uh… we got a little problem here." Dean replied.

"Boss?" Kevin's confusion continued.

"Yeah, just a local badge needs confirmation we're supposed to be here," Dean explained. "How the word came down from FBI headquarters in DC."

"Wait, w-what?"

"Yeah." Dean said before he handed the phone to Sergeant Bates."

"This is Sergeant Miranda Bates, who am I talking to?" she questioned.

"Uh… Kevin. Solo."

"How old are you?" Sergeant Bates narrowed her eyes.

"Old enough." Kevin retorted. "And I'm with the FBI, so you have to do what I say, or…"

"Listen, kid, I don't have to do anything." Sergeant Bates retorted. "And I don't take orders from the Feebs. So, unless you can give me one good reason why you got a couple agents poking around my crime scene, I'm gonna put them in cuffs and spank your ass raw, understand?"

"Cabo, last June," Kevin commented.

The sergeant's face visibly fell. "What?"

"That's my reason," Kevin replied. "My favorite is you in a sombrero doing a body shot off some naked guy in a Luchador mask. Super classy."

"How did you find that?"

"'Cause I'm Kevin freaking Solo. So, unless you want this forwarded to your commanding officer, Major Velasquez…" Kevin trailed off. "I suggest you give my agents anything they want. Understand?"

Sergeant Bates clenched her jaw. "Yes."

"Yes, 'sir.'" Kevin corrected.

"Yes, sir." Sergeant Bates replied quietly. She handed the phone back to Dean and stalked off uncomfortably.

"Kevin? What the hell did you do?" Dean asked, shocked.

"All military computers are linked to the same network," Kevin replied.

Sam motioned 'are we good?' to Dean, who nodded. Sam and Angela walked off toward the bus.

"And?" Dean asked.

"I hacked it," Kevin said obviously.

"Hey, Kevin?" Dean smirked. "Good job, buddy." He praised before hanging up and joining the couple on the bus.

~/~\~

"Hey. Anything?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, this guy was shot in the heart," Angela replied with a frown.

"That what killed him?"

"Maybe—fifteen, twenty years ago," Angela muttered.

"Every one of these bodies has a fatal wound, or two, or three, but they're all old," Sam added.

"So, we're looking at meatsuits?" Dean sighed. "The bodies took a licking, and the demons inside kept them ticking."

"Probably." Angela nodded. "I think they were possessed. And now those soldiers are."

"Excuse me, agents?" Sergeant Bates asked as she walked onto the bus. "We pulled this off a security camera. You might wanna take a look."

She handed Sam her tablet with video footage that showed the possessed soldiers and a bus driver exiting the bus. Sam zoomed in on the driver, frowning when he noticed that it was Abaddon.

~/~\~

"Abaddon? Seriously?!" Dean exclaimed as they walked back to the Impala. "I thought you Kentucky fried that meatsuit."

"I did, Dean." Sam sighed.

"You—well, then how'd she get it back? And why's she playing G.I. Joe?"

"No clue," Angela muttered. "Why don't you ask her when we find her?"

"Oh, I will," Dean promised. "And then I'm gonna chop her freaking head off. Again."

~/~\~

Sam was on the phone as Dean drove. "Kevin, wait, wait, wait. Slow down."

"She gave me these coordinates," Kevin started. "44.053051 by -123.127860, and two names. Irv Franklin and Tracy Bell."

Dean's brows furrowed. "Irv's a friend, don't know Tracy."

"Alright, the lady said they were hunters, and that if you didn't go save them, that she would kill them," Kevin explained.

"Yeah, I've heard that song before," Dean muttered.

"Dean, who was she?" Kevin asked.

"She's the bad guy. Alright, new job, dig up everything the Men of Letters have on the Knights of Hell." Dean instructed.

"Knights of Hell?" Kevin replied. "Sure."

"You find a way to kill one, I mean permanently, drop a dime."

"Oh, Kevin, how's Gracie?" Angela asked curiously.

"She's fine, Angie," Kevin assured. "She's napping right now."

"Thanks, Kevin," Sam replied sincerely before hanging up. "The numbers point to a spot on the outskirts of Eugene, Oregon. You know this is a trap, right?"

"Yep." Dean nodded.

"And we're just gonna walk right into it?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"Guns blazing," Dean replied. "You guys with me?"

Sam and Angela looked at each other before looking back at Dean.

"You know it," Sam muttered.

~/~\~

Dean surveyed the ghost town, brows furrowed slightly. "The hell happened here?"

"Local chemical plant sprung a leak, years ago. They evacuated three square blocks." Sam explained. "Guess it's still contaminated."

"Wait," Dean's frown deepened. "So, this whole place is poison?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

Dean shielded his crotch with his hand protectively. Angela scoffed slightly, shaking her head.

"That's not gonna help." She noted.

"Doesn't hurt." Dean shrugged.

The three hunters walked through the abandoned town, eventually locating the worn-down diner. Sam, Dean, and Angela walked in, gripping their guns tightly.

"Dean, Angie," Sam called out.

Dean removed the gag from Irv's mouth. "Irv? Hey. Where's Abaddon?"

"Abaddon's been torturing hunters. She's trying to get intel on you three." Irv explained.

"Do you know why?" Angela asked.

"I seriously doubt she wants to add you to her Christmas card list," Irv replied. "Now, d'you wanna make with the rescue, or what?"

Dean held up his flask. "Right after you take a shot of holy water, huh?"

Dean and Angela both unscrewed flasks of holy water and made Tracy and Irv drink some, respectively.

"Happy?" Tracy raised her brows.

"Sorry about that." Dean apologized.

"Don't worry about it," Irv assured. "The last thing you need is us popping black eyes."

"You're Tracy, right?" Sam asked. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my wife Angela."

"Good for you." Tracy sassed.

"She's new." Irv sighed. "We did a shifter job in Sacramento together. Smart, but got a mouth on her."

Dean nodded and pursed his lips. "Let's gear up."

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you liked this chapter! I'm so excited for finals week to be over, because then I can focus more on writing. Also, I finally got around to watching the most recent SPN episode and omg! What did y'all think of it? As always, thank you for the recent reviews! Your feedback is what keeps me writing. Love y'all :)

~Emily