"I don't know if I like this plan," Sam murmured against her neck, his hand moving slowly up the short skirt of the dress she was wearing.

Chrys smiled and tilted her head back. "You don't seem to have a problem with the clothes," she teased.

"You could let me take them off of you, instead."

She pushed at his shoulders and he took a step back. "Stop it, Sam. I'm going. It's our best shot."

He frowned. "Why can't Jo do it?"

Chrys rolled her eyes. "Because Jo and Ellen are still at least a day out, and we know where the Colt is now. Who knows if Crowley will move it?"

He stepped forward and tugged her close. "I don't like this."

She smiled up at him. "You don't have to."


Chrys pressed the button on the intercom, steeling herself. "Hello?"

"Hello?"

"My car broke down. I… I need some help."

A pause, then, "I'll be down in a minute."

She waited anxiously for the gate to open. When it did, two suited men approached her."Evening, pretty lady. Get yourself on in here."

She smiled nervously. "I just need to make a call." She tried to look scared. Arrogant little pus bag, I can't wait to exorcise you.

One of them smirked. "You don't need to call anyone, baby."

The other smiled, too. "We're the only help you're ever gonna need."

Chrys tried very hard to look nervous, taking a step back. "You know what? I think I should wait by my car."

One of them grabbed her arm, then his face slackened in shock. "My lady-"

She dropped the act and smirked. "What's up, peasant?"

She twisted her arm away from him and elbowed him hard in the face. He dropped, and she started muttering the exorcism as she faced the second man.

Before she could finish, he flashed with light, and Sam was behind him with Ruby's knife. He knelt and stabbed the first man, too. Chrys frowned, but didn't mention his kill happy ways.

He stood and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him and kissing her hard. She responded, whining a little when he pulled away. "Are you all right?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Dean approached. "You good, Summers?" She nodded, and he nodded back. "All right, let's do this."


"So. The Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough."

Sam watched the demon Crowley approach them, then stopping when he saw that the corner of the rug was flipped up. He knelt ad pulled it up to reveal a devil's trap. He looked up. "Do you have any idea how much this rug cost?" He looked between the three of them, and Sam's blood ran cold when the demon's eyes landed on Chrys.

Crowley smirked. "Lucifer's lady. My, aren't I blessed?"

She glared. "Eat me."

He chuckled. "And polite, too. The whole package."

Two men grabbed Sam and Dean from behind. He struggled and watched a third man approach Chrys.

She turned and levelled him with a stare. "I will rip your teeth out your ass if you even try it. Understood?" She turned back to look at Crowley. "I'll behave if he does."

Crowley smiled. "I wouldn't dream of it." He raised the gun and shot the man behind Chrys in the forehead, then did the same to the men holding Sam and Dean.

As soon as Sam was free, he moved to stand in front of Chrys. And, as he should have expected, she rolled her eyes and pushed her way in front of him with a muttered insult.

"So," she said calmly, motioning Dean over to them with a wave. "You have the Colt."

Crowley waved the gun. "Do you know how deep I could have buried this? There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists, except that I told you."

Sam frowned. "You told us."

Crowley shrugged. "Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine."

Chrys cocked her head to the side. "Why tell us anything?"

Crowley aimed the gun at Dean, but before he could speak, Chrys snarled and shoved the older hunter behind her. "Hey, buddy," she snapped, "No pointing the gun at them. Am I clear?"

Amusement danced in Crowley's eyes. "All right, all right." He put the gun down on the table. "I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his head."


They had the Colt. They were back at Bobby's, with Ellen, Jo, and Cass. Cass was drinking Ellen under the table, Dean was hitting on Jo, and Sam was mad at Chrys.

He'd been silent on the way home, and all of the gentle, constant affection had stopped completely. Not that she needed it, but…

So she ignored him to sit next to Cass at the table. "I think I'm starting to feel something."

Chrys grinned and put a hand on the angel's arm. "That's the slow descent into humanity burning through you, Castiel."

He turned to her with a frown. "It's… Warm."

She smiled. "Yes, yes it is."

A big hand landed on her shoulder. She looked up at Sam's stormy face. "What do you want?" She snapped, shrugging him off.

Cass turned to look at Sam, then reached up and touched two fingers to his forehead. "He's angry that you put yourself in danger."

Chrys looked at Cass, surprised. "You read minds?"

He nodded.

She grinned. "Cool."

Sam frowned. "Chrys, can I talk to you?"

She looked at his face evenly. God, he's beautiful. She nodded and stood. "Lead the way, Winchester."

They walked into the hallway. She didn't even have time to open her mouth before he grabbed her and pushed her roughly against the wall. He took her face into his hands and kissed her hard, taking her breath away. She put her hands on his hips and squeezed, gasping into his mouth.

He pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers. "God dammit, Chrys."

She closed her eyes and reveled in his warmth against her. "Was Castiel right? You're mad about Crowley?"

He chuckled darkly, and it sent awareness through her. "Chrys, you just… Scared me."

She leaned back and looked up at him. His big hands were still cupping her face, and coupled with the way he was looking at her, it was making her heart flutter. It was making her feel… Cherished.

She closed her eyes, against the tears that were threatening to come and against the hope in her chest. "Careful, Sammy," she said softly, unsurprised that her voice was rough with emotion, "You're going to make me think you like me."

His lips pressed against her forehead broke her heart a little. "Maybe I do."

He heart stopped, and she took a second to process her feelings. She tilted her head up and smiled at him. "Gonna give a girl expectations with talk like that, Sam."

He kissed her lightly. He pulled away and looked at her, but before he could speak, Bobby's voice rang out.

"Everybody get in here! It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner."

"Oh come on, Bobby," Ellen griped, "Nobody wants their picture taken."

"Hear, hear," Sam said softly in Chrys's ear before taking her hand and leading her into the living room. She laughed and followed, listening to Bobby snap, "Shut up. You're drinking my beer."

Everyone stood, and Chrys felt warmth down to her toes when Sam pulled her next to him and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Cass stood next to them, with Dean, Ellen, and Jo on the other side.

Bobby fiddles with the camera, then rolled back to join them. "Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by."

Ellen snorted. "Always good to have an optimist around." Chrys smiled.

Castiel did not. "Bobby's right. Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth."

Her smile faded as the camera flashed.


That night, Sam watched Chrys watch him as they got their breath back. The moonlight was draped across her hip, and she was lovely.

She was smirking. "Like what you see?"

He smiled and brushed her hair from her face. "I do, actually." He chuckled when she blushed and kissed her, savoring the taste of her.

She sobered. "Sam, this is a stupid plan."

He frowned. "It's the only one we've got."

She shook her head. "Luci is gonna snap our necks like chicken bones."

He cocked an eyebrow. "'Luci?'"

She shrugged. "Shut up. Don't change the subject." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, shaking it out at the ends. "Sam, you guys can't understand. I… I just don't think we're gonna win."

He examined her lovely blue eyes, looking for answers. "Chrys, I just can't say yes. And that's not gonna happen."

Sadness flashed through her eyes, and she reached up and placed a hand on his face. "I hope you're right, Sammy."


"There you are."

Chrys whirled with everyone else, snarling when her eyes hit Meg.

This wasn't going well. Cass was gone, there was no cell signal, and there were apparently reapers everywhere. Nerves were turning her stomach into hard knots.

At least Sam was next to her. "Meg," he snapped.

The demon smirked. "Shouldn't have come here, boys."

Dean scoffed. "Hell, I could say the same thing for you." He aimed the Colt at her.

She didn't even look scared. "Didn't come here alone, Dean-o."

Something splashed in the puddle next to Meg's feet. Chrys's blood ran cold at the deep growling from the spot. She looked over at Dean, who was putting on a brave face, but was obviously terrified. "Hellhounds," he said softly.

Meg smiled. "Yeah, Dean. Your favorite. Come on, boys. My father wants to see you." She looked at Chrys. "Especially you, my lady."

"I think we'll pass, thanks," Sam said evenly.

Meg shrugged. "Your call. You can make this easy or you can make it really, really hard."

Dean smiled. "When have you known us to ever make anything easy?"

Chrys fired, and blood spurted from seemingly thin air. "Run!"

They turned and ran. Chrys took a second to be grateful for her long legs.

A hellhound tackled Dean. Chrys shoved Jo when she tried to stop. "Go!" She shouted, running back toward Dean.

"Chrys! Stay back!"

She ignored him and strode forward confidently, firing into the air above him. A canine whine shot through the air.

Suddenly, pain blossomed in her side, and a wet tearing sound made its way into her consciousness. Chrys screamed as she went down, but still she still fired into the invisible thing.

"No!" Sam's shout would have torn her up if she hadn't already been torn up.

Gunshots rang through the air, and strong arms scooped her up. She gasped in pain and buried her face in Dean's chest as he ran. She pressed her hands to her stomach, whimpering when she felt blood running through her fingers. Pain was making her vision hazy.

She heard a bell ding, but wasn't sure where they were. She cried out when Dean set her down. "Fuck!"

Suddenly, Sam was there. "Hey, beautiful, stay with me, okay?"

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "This is bad, Sammy," she whispered, gasping, trying to breathe around the agony in her stomach.

He nodded, and she noticed the tears in his eyes. "I know, sweetheart, it'll be all right, okay?"

She gripped the back of his neck and moaned as another shot of pain wracked through her. She pulled him close and kissed him. "Lie to me some more, Sammy."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she closed her eyes to deal with the unending pain she was in. God, this hurts.

She felt big, hesitant hands at her side, and her eyes snapped open to glare at Dean, who had a bandage in his hand. "Stop it, Dean," she snapped. "I'm not making it out of this one."

He glared at her. "Shut up, Chrys. You're going to be fine."

She put her hand that had been on Sam on Dean's cheek, gazing into his green eyes. They were no hazel, not lovely like Sam's, but they were pretty damn pretty. "No, I'm not, Dean. I'm quite literally holding my intestines-" She was interrupted by a cough, which sent more pain ricocheting through her, and she tasted blood. "Ow," she said mildly.

Ellen and Jo had joined them, looking worriedly down at Chrys. Chrys had tears in her eyes, and she looked back at Sam, placing a hand on his face. "Hey, listen to me, okay?" She looked into his eyes to make sure he was paying attention. "I was full of shit before. You're going to win, Sam." She looked over at Dean. "You both are. You can beat him. Okay?"

Sam nodded. "Okay, just don't talk, all right?"

She coughed and blood ran down her chin. "Fuck you, Sam, these are my dying words, so shut up." She tried to take a deep breath, and settled for a moderate one. "Look, you guys can do this." She smiled sadly, because her vision was getting hazy. "You're the Winchesters, you can beat anything."

Before he could respond, the four standing hunters were flung across the room and pinned to the wall. "Chrys!" Sam cried out, struggling to get back to her.

She didn't even have it in her to have any fear when she saw Lucifer standing in front of her. He knelt, and she met his gaze. "Hi, Luci," she said evenly.

He tsked. "You should be more careful, Chrysanthemum." He looked over at Sam and winked. "I believe this is mine. I'll be taking her now." He scooped her into his arms, surprisingly tender, and held her against his cold chest.

The world swirled away from her.


**Ha. Cliffhanger.
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