"Me? What about me? I don't use the force, I've never even tried it!" Eva protested.

"The prophecy states that the daughter of Demeter will become the wife of the King of the underworld. In this case, it means Crowley…and you," Cas let out a breath before sitting down.

"Wait a minute here," she paced the room, "so you're telling me, my batshit crazy, psychopath of a mother is a Greek goddess."

"Yes."

"But that story is a myth, if there was any truth to it, it would have happened thousands of years ago," Sam stated, confident in his knowledge of myth, folklore, and everything in between.

"Cas c'mon that's not possible," Dean gave Eva a reassuring look knowing full well he was likely wrong.

"Wait, okay, so this prophecy only happens if we get him to bring Sarah back?" she continued to pace as the three men watched her. Castiel rose to his feet in attempt to calm her.

"At this point, I think he's lying about bringing her back so it's easier for him to get his hold on you," he looked at Dean. Eva turned sharply, her pacing gaining speed and anticipation when suddenly she stopped dead in front of Cas.

"Look at me and answer my question as directly as possible. Are you telling me I have no way to avoid being queen of the damned with Crowley?" She searched his gaze for a glimmer of hope or some kind of loophole.

"Based on the information I've collected, no," the angel hovered in front of her for a moment before she let out a shaky breath. Sam grabbed the whiskey off the table and began pouring her a glass

"Oookay. Okay. Alright," she rubbed her eyes. Dean took the glass from Sam and held it out to her. She shook her head, grabbed the bottle and made her way to the stairs.

"Where are you going?!" Sam called.

"I'm gonna need more than that glass to process this," she left the bunker with a full bottle of whiskey, taking a big gulp as she reached the door.

"Someone should go talk to her," Sam suggested. Dean nodded and left to go put a shirt on before heading outside to talk to Eva. He opened the door to see her sitting on the hood of her car, drinking.

"Lemme guess," she took another sip and attempted a deep gravely voice, "everything is going to be fine, we're going to fix this."

"Was that supposed to be me?" Dean raised an eyebrow as he walked toward her calmly.

"All three of you, actually."

"I don't sound like that…do I?"

"What do you want, Dean?"

"Jeeze, we have sex and now it's 'what do you want, Dean?'" he grinned, feebly attempting to make her smile. She sighed and for the first time he saw defeat on her face.

"What do I do?" her blue green eyes searched his face for a sign. He rubbed his face then walked over and sat next to her, taking the bottle and gulping down a few mouthfuls before handing it back.

"I don't know."

"…Can we kill him?" she asked, looking hopeful.

"Honestly? I think we can try but I don't know that it'll help."

"What if I just make the deal? Ten years of freedom and then," she stopped mid sentence, swallowing hard, "and then go with Crowley…maybe in that time we can figure out how to kill him or bind him to something or I dunno."

"Woahwoah wait," Dean's eyes lit up, "Balthazar sent Sam and me to an alternate universe once…maybe we could do the same to Crowley…It would throw him off our trail for a while."

"Yeah but then he'd be pissed and I'm pretty sure any deal or negotiation would be null and void and poof, I'm stuck with him in Hell," she pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her bare feet on the edge of the hood.

"Hey, look at me," Dean reached over and brushed her hair over her shoulder. She smiled sideways at him weakly, "everything is going to be fine. I'll make sure nothing happens to you, I promise."

"You can't promise that, Dean."

"Yes I can. I promised my dad a long time ago I'd look after Sam, so this is my promise to Bobby that I'll look after you."

"I'm not your responsibility."

"You were my responsibility the minute you walked into that bunker."

"No. I wasn't. I can take care of myself and you know that."

"I know you can take care of yourself, I just. When you came into our lives things shifted…I dunno what it is."

"It's called sexual tension."

"Not THAT kind of shift."

"What do you mean then?"

"I dunno I just feel like I'm supposed to keep you safe. It's weird," he rubbed his eyes and took the bottle of whiskey from her, taking a sip. She watched him for a few moments before letting out a deep breath and resting her head on his shoulder.

"This is really fucked up," she stated, taking the bottle back and taking another gulp.

"Yeah you're telling me," he replied, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"…When Sam went into the cage…Lucifer and Michael were bound and stuck inside right?"

"Yeah, why?" he raised an eyebrow.

"In theory, couldn't we find a way to bind Crowley to the cage? Like finding some way to force him to stay in hell?" She asked. Dean sat up and looked at her.

"I never really thought of that."

"Well couldn't Cas find some kind of spell or transporter angel juice to try?"

"He's a little tapped out…but I mean the bunker has thousands of spells and books," he replied. She slid off the hood of the car.

"Well come on then!" She demanded as she headed toward the door. He got up and followed her inside. Sam looked up as the pair came down the stairs in a hurry.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"This girl is brilliant," Dean boasted, grinning at the blonde standing in his shirt at the foot of the stairs.

"Care to elaborate?" Sam pressed him for more information.

"Right! Right the plan," Dean took a breath to give him the details when Eva piped up, throwing her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head.

"We bind Crowley to Hell. It at least gets him off our trail for a couple hundred years and then we don't have to worry about it!"

"How do we bind him?"

"We find something similar to the Cage that Lucifer is stuck in. If there's something powerful enough for Lucifer and Michael, then there's something powerful enough for a dickhead like Crowley, right?" her eyes sparkled with new found hope.

"In theory, yeah…but what if it doesn't work?"

"Well if it doesn't work then I guess I'm stuck going down under and not in the fun way," she shrugged it off. Dean watched her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. 'I need to put on a brave face, they don't need to see how scared I am, and it won't solve anything.'

"Okay…so…let's get started," Sam agreed, giving Dean a look.

"Eva why don't you meet us in the library, we'll be right there," Dean suggested. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"Ooookay?" she replied, shaking her head and going to the library to start researching binding spells.

"Dean, we can't let her get her hopes up that this will work," Sam preached.

"I know that, and she knows that but we have to try…we'd do the same for each other. We HAVE done the same for each other."

"Wouldn't Cas know if there's a way to do it?"

"You know Cas isn't running at full capacity right now, we're lucky he can come when we call him after all the shit he's been going through."

"I guess…we could still ask."

"And we will if we can't find anything here," Dean nodded and headed to the library after Eva. Sam stood back in the living room staring after his brother. Whatever was going on between the two of them was either going to get him killed or leave him heartbroken and Sam wasn't sure Dean could handle it after the last couple of years. The months after he was ridded of the Mark of Cain were difficult enough on Dean, and losing someone he was close to again just might throw his older brother off the deep end once in for all. He followed Dean after a few minutes, hopeful to find a solution to their problem, or at least a way to prevent Dean from losing his mind if their plan failed.