A/n: So here it is the most awaited meet of Sera and Crowley.
I controlled myself to not burst out laughing on seeing the pissed off expression on Dean's face but couldn't stop smirking as his face turned red with anger.
"It's Dean," he hissed out and my eyes widened when he pulled out his gun on me.
"Really because I am sure it was Deann….." He cut me off, taking steps towards me as if he was going to strangle me.
"Shut up!" His face was now so red and hot as if he was boiling. My smile turned into frown when he switched off the safety of the gun.
"Winchester you are always ready to pull a gun on me, you know it won't do any good. It will piss me off, though," I tusked and shook my head. "If that's how you behave with girls, now I know why you never get good ones."
He scoffed, his glaring eyes shined with a glint in his eyes and his tone became a little husky. "Oh, I get plenty. Don't need a Virgin Mary like you, baby."
I winced when I felt my face starting to flush and breathed heavily and then shook my head. "Sweetheart, this, it's never going to happen." I said pointing between me and him. "I'm way above your pay grade."
He opened his mouth to reply back but his brother cut him off.
"Not that I am enjoying this cat fight, Dean, Put the gun down," He shot his brother a look who sighed and pulled the gun away, stashing it in his jacket's pocket. Sam then turned his attention to us.
"But really where did you find each other?" Sam questioned looking between Castiel and I while avoiding his brother who was scowling.
"Well, this one here was totally brain dead when I found him which was a total coincidence," I started and then turned to Castiel. "Did you know that Nurse Johnson had a crush on you? She prayed for you, thought you were too handsome to die. She thought you had this angelic-"
"Get to the point," Dean snapped.
"Ok, Miss Patience," I raised my hands. "I found him, healed him and he told me where you were and here we all are."
"You told her," Dean said narrowing his eyes at Castiel.
"She wanted to help," Castiel answered which made Dean scoff.
"Please we don't need her help. Few days before she was okay with Earth going down and now she wants to help. You can go, Buh bye," he waved at me as telling me to get the hell out of here.
"Dean…" Sam said.
"We don't need her, Sammy," Dean denied even though he knew they needed me.
"She's an angel, an archangel. Castiel has lost his power. This is apocalypse. We need any help we can get," Sam tried to persuade him. Dena shook his head.
"Why does she want to help?" Dean asked glancing at me.
"I want Lucifer caged. He killed my brother. I want him gone," I replied looking directly into his eyes with all the conviction I could gather.
"He's your brother," Sam said and I shook my head.
"Not anymore."
There was a big silence until Dean cleared his throat and pulled out the keys from his pockets.
"We need to sort this out and then get to Bobby's." he said and looked at the dead body of the Nurse that demon was possessing.
"Oh her," I said and moved towards and bend down sitting on my knees. "She's been dead for months. She was a nice woman." I put my hand on her forehead and closed my eyes. "May the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with you, in your heart."
The body was gone and the room was clean as it was before all the action. I stood up and turned my attention to others, my eyes catching Castiel's who gave me a smile and nodded.
"What the… what was that?"Dean exclaimed looking around the room and the table where ring was present before.
"Don't worry. The body is salted and burned. And the ring… here," I said and extended my index finger towards him where Pestilence's ring was dangling.
Dean didn't wait a second before removing it while I watched with amusement and a little hurt that he didn't seem to trust me.
"C'mon," he grumbled and moved out of the room. Sam hesitated and said."I am sorry about him."
I nodded and followed behind Sam and Castiel out of the hospital. My lips curled into a smile when I saw Dean opening his car.
Dean looked at me as soon as he reached to the car and then his gaze followed mine to the car and he shook his head.
"No!"
I simply raised my eyebrows and smirked at him. "What?"
"You aren't sitting inside my car, princess," he snapped and I shook my head and folded my hands, looking at him patiently.
"I have no idea where we are going?" I replied, feeling a little childish about trying to rile him up. Sam who had been silenced all this time, turned to Dean.
"C'mon Dean," he said and Dean glared at him.
"No way is she coming with us. She can zap to wherever she wants. And anyway when did we decide she's coming with us?"
"We did when you were whining like a child," I replied and started towards the Impala which I had wanted to ride in since I saw it last time. "Moreover, I want to ride in this."
"C'mon Dean," I said imitating the tone of Sam who was also looking at Dean with his puppy eyes. I smiled with excitement when I saw him sigh and give in.
"No funny business," I crossed my heart.
"It's very confining in there," Castiel said staring right ahead at the car.
I nodded. "I know but I like it. Car is fun, Castiel. Wait until you drive one," I winked at him and jumped in the backseat while brothers took the front ones. Castiel slid next me, a smile forming on his face when he saw me grinning.
My enthusiasm soon faded when I had to hear the classic rock again and again for almost four hours. I loved AC/DC and Beatles but seriously hearing the songs again and again, while Dean kept shooting daggers at me from time to time when he was not singing loudly and horribly trying to give me a headache, it was not fun.
"Um, don't you have something new," cue to shooting daggers.
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Nope only mullets rocks are on the list. Moreover, Dean has this house rule that Driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole."
It was hard to not smile when Sam winced as Dean elbowed him. "Well he doesn't have any rule for backseat."
"Don't you dare," Dean threatened a challenge in his eyes as I met them in the rearview mirror.
"Is that a challenge," I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Don't," but the deed was done.
The Back in Black changed into.
Well you're the real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That's okay let's see how you do it
Put up your dukes, let's get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot?
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
I mouthed the lyrics of the song as I watched Dean's fuming face. He tried to stop the cassette but it didn't work, he switched it off and I just smirked while he fumed. He pulled the one out and put on the next one.
Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong
Ain't foolin' around 'cause I've done had my fun
Ain't gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets
Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town
I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues
I smirked being impressed by his choice but changed it with a snap of my fingers.
Girl I refuse you must have me confused
With some other guy, the bridges were burned
Now it's your turn to cry
So cry me a river
Go on and just
(Cry me a river, girl)
Go on and just
(Cry me a river)
Baby, go on and just
(Cry me a river, girl)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I didn't know about him but I liked the game. I knew that the elder Winchester was tough and all but it was easy to get under his skin. I realized it was fun teasing him.
The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way.
Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing I got to do...
Ramble On,
And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day,
Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Before I could change it, Sam yelled. "Stop it!"
"You," he pointed his finger at his brother accusingly and then at me. "And you. Shut it. My head is bursting. You are driving us crazy. Castiel!" he looked at Castiel who frowned at then replied.
"That was disturbing."
Sam relaxed and gave Castiel a thankful look. I shrugged and nodded.
I tried not to cause any problem while we were on the road and when the car stopped Sam jumped out of the car and looked at the ground as if he wanted to kiss it. He looked relieved to be out of the car.
I slid out of the car and looked around. The place looked like metal scrap yard. There were rows and rows of destroyed cars, some in better condition while others were just pieces of junk. A narrow path led to an old house that had seen good days in its times, and didn't seem like a hunter's house. But the sigils on the walls and window said otherwise. The house was highly protected and was very safe.
I followed others who trudged inside without even knocking and the elder Winchester yelled out. "Bobby!"
The inside was better than the outside but not much. The place more looked like a library or an uncoordinated office where books and pieces of papers were scattered here and there on the table, sofas, and chairs.
My attention turned to the man in the wheelchair who turned to face us behind the desk on calling, wearing a cap. He was old but had sharp eyes which narrowed when he saw me.
"Hello, I am Sera," I introduced myself who looked ready to attack and gave Winchesters confused glances.
"Selaphiel, the archangel," Dean said and fell on the chair in front of the desk. Sam joined him while Castiel moved to the corner and leant against the wall.
I was an archangel and had seen many things but I had to stop myself from not fidgeting under the hunter's gaze. He hummed and nodded.
I sighed and listened as Sam explained everything that happened.
"Well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it. What?" Bobby asked when he took in the grim expression on others faces.
Sam sighed. "Pestilence said it was too late."
Bobby frowned and sat back on the chair. "He get specific."
Sam shook his head. "No but he said Earth's goanna be hell."
Dean added giving me an accusing look. "to her."
I shrugged and looked at Bobby Singer."I think he has something planned."
"We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere," Dean said plunking the ring on the table. I watched the ring spiraling around the table."So please tell us you have actual good news." Dean looked at Bobby, clearly not expecting to actually hear any.
"Well, Chicago's about to be wiped off the map," Bobby said with a guilty look on his face which made me frown. "Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die."
I frowned on hearing this. It sounded like Death.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, doing the talk with their eyes but it was Castiel who spoke."I don't understand your definition of good news."
"Well… Death, the horseman—he's gonna be there," Bobby explained. "And if we can stop him before he kick starts this storm, get his ring back…"
The question brewing in my mind was how did he know that?
"Yeah, you make it sound so easy," Dean commented snidely, his face forming a scowl.
"Shut up Dean. How do you know all that stuff, anyway, Bobby?" Sam asked. He sounded distinctly suspicious and I watched as Bobby squirmed guiltily.
"I had, you know… help."
As soon as he said that I felt a familiar tingle on my neck that told me to be alert and turned around looking at kitchen expecting him and wasn't shocked when Crowley appeared. I watched as he made a clinking sound alerting others of his presence and poured himself some whiskey.
"Don't be so modest," he said. "I barely helped at all."
I frowned thinking what he was trying to emphasize.
He sauntered inside the room and leaned against doorway. "Hello boys." And then he turned to me and froze.
"Hello beautiful," he winked at me and I scowled.
"Hello to you too, ugly," I replied back snidely.
"Ouch, I take offense to that," he said dramatically clutching his heart with his free hand.
"You were supposed to," I snorted and shook my head.
"Wait a minute, you know each other," Sam asked looking between me and Crowley.
"An archangel, consider me impressed, Moose. We go way back, I know her quite personally," he wiggled his eyebrows and my face scrunched in disgust.
"Now I take offense to that." I mumbled which made Crowley laugh.
"I didn't consider meeting you here," I could pick out the question out of his words.
"Crowley, King of crossroads. I knew I would find you here soon. I am sure not surprised on seeing you conspiring with Winchesters," I replied and watched as he raised his eyebrow. "It's quite like you. You're the smart one among idiots. Planning to move up in the world, are we?"
One thing I had learned about Crowley from early was that he was clever and a manipulating demon. He didn't just earn the title of King of crossroads because of the politics and all but he deserved every bit of it. He was sharp and he knew that.
Crowley rolled his eyes at me and then commented. "Decided to cage your second favorite brother. How nice."
I clicked my tongue and gestured at him."You should be happy. This is what you want."
Dean cleared his throat and gave me a stink eye. "You're friends with him."
I glared at him, an indignant scowl on my face. "Please, I won't trust him as far as I can throw him."
"I like her," Crowley said looking at me."Do you know how rare it is that I like angels, never, though I like how clueless this one is," he said pointing at Castiel who frowned. "But I am not here to chit-chat girls."
Crowley looked at someone behind me and I turned and saw his attention was on Bobby and smirked. "Go ahead. Tell them, there's no shame in it."
The realization struck me when he said that and I turned to look at Bobby who was shrinking down in his wheel chair.
"Tell us what? Bobby?" Sam asked.
"World's gonna end," Bobby mumbled. "Seems stupid to get all precious over one little… soul."
I watched as Sam and Dean jaws slacked. Castiel hang his head in dismay.
"You sold your soul?" Dean asked in disbelief with a dark on his face.
" Oh, more like pawned it," Crowley commented mildly enjoying the moment. "I fully intend to give it back."
I snorted at that.
"Well, then give it back!" Dean demanded, temper flaring.
"He won't," I remarked as Crowley said "I will."
"Now!" Dean thundered looking between Crowley and I.
It was Sam who brought out the question. "Did you kiss him?"
Sam was looking at Bobby with a morbidly curious expression which made me put my hand on my mouth to not laugh out loud.
"Sam!" Dean exclaimed.
"Just wondering," Sam defended himself, a smile forming on his face.
"It's a good question." I put in, looking at Bobby who was blushing while Dean made a face and glared at me. The smirk on my face matched Crowley because I knew the answer.
"NO!"
Crowley cleared his throat meaningfully, drawing all the gazes in the room to himself. He held out his phone, and on the screen, a picture of Bobby and Crowley kissing—Bobby's eyes were closed, Crowley was looking into the camera.
The Winchesters gaped, and Castiel frowned. This made me laugh out loud. It was amusing even though it was wrong. This was a soul deal.
Bobby looked at Crowley, mildly humiliated. "Why'd you take a picture?"
"Why'd you have to use tongue?" Crowley shot back, further deepening the embarrassed flush on Bobby's cheeks.
I didn't say a word while Dean and Crowley fought with words and in the end Dean stalked out of the room angrily.
"Anyone fancy a cuppa tea?"
"You are an asshole," I snapped at him and he raised his hand in defense.
"How's about you get lost?" Bobby retorted sharply.
Crowley looked around the room. "Fine. I can tell when I'm not wanted."
Sam waited looking at Bobby in concern but followed his brother.
Bobby sighed and shook his head at Castiel who looked like wanting to follow.
"You shouldn't have done that. Selling soul is a straight ticket to hell." I commented and the man grumbled and opened a big book lying on table, ignoring me.
"How do you know Crowley?" Castiel questioned coming towards me.
"I saved him from Gabriel. He was all for killing him but we couldn't afford getting attention on us and killing a demon would do that. Crowley made a deal that he wouldn't tell anyone about us if we spared him. We did. After that he always gave us information if someone was catching on and we would move. Hidden."
"I don't like him."Castiel commented and I laughed.
"Nobody likes him, but he's better than other demon-douche bags."
"Simultaneous, countrywide distribution," Sam commented. "It's quite a plan."
"You lot better stock up on… well, everything," Crowley said. There was a certain note of warning to his voice. "This time next week, we'll all be living in zombieland."
"Wow! Pestilence went with a bang," I commented sarcastically, shaking my head.
"Great. One more thing to do, like we didn't already have enough on our plate," he muttered in frustration.
"Oh come off it. You make it sound so impossible." Crowley gestured to the four of us. "Look, there's a whole lot of us now. Dean, you, Selaphiel and I head over to Chicago, get Death's ring while Sammy here, they go knock Niveus over onto its ass. Win, win"
"Divide and conquer," Sam said eyes downcast as he thought about it.
"Wait a minute, why does she get to come with us? Wouldn't it be better if they she goes with them, the place would be swarming with demons," Dean questioned, his face grim looking at me in doubt.
"She comes with us because she knows Death already and she would be able to feel him better than me," Crowley answered, wiggling his eyebrows at me for the innuendo, which made me gag, and turned to Sam but I interrupted.
"How do you plan on getting Death's ring?" I asked raising my eyebrows."Maybe you don't remember but he is Death."
"Like other horsemen, we kill him," Dean answered snappily and I scoffed.
"You can't kill Death. There is no weapon that can kill Death."
"There is and I have got it." Crowley said and glaring at me as if to say 'shut your mouth'. I frowned and decided to talk with Crowley alone about his plan.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked concerned for his brother looking at Crowley and then at me.
Crowley nodded easily.
"For the record, I don't like this," Dean said with a frown on his face.
Crowley just smiled mildly. "I didn't think you would. Now, there's something we'll need, Dean. I'll be back round in just a tick." He disappeared again without looking at me.
I sighed and marched back to the house leaving Sam and Dean alone who were more than happy to see me leave, wondering only one thing in my mind.
"What are you playing at, Crowley?"
A/n: Crowley and Sera knew each other before this.
Crowley planning something, Sera knows it.
Next chapter Death...
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