A/N: Ah, yes! Chapter four is finally here! I wish I could have written this faster, but RL can be such an evil bitch. So much crap thanks to school and stupid drama queens make life miserable.. And fanfic is the only way I can escape. Anyway, I know I kinda made Crowley a douchebag in this chapter, but… I needed to convince myself that he really needed to die, and this is the only way I could do so.. Carry on and read, please!
As with the other chapters and all of my work, I own nothing except for the mistakes I made (seeing as I'm my own beta).
Dean, Sam and Castiel were gathered around Bobby's kitchen table, searching through every book they could find. Well, Castiel and Sam did some actual research. Dean, on the other hand, stared off into space, wondering when Bobby would get back from the beer run.
"Dean, you've been staring at the bottle of ketchup for five minutes now. Are you gonna help us out or what?" Sam sounded mildly irritated, yet not surprised. Dean never was one for research.
Dean shrugged. "Man, I'm bored. I don't know how you two can just sit and stare at dusty pieces of paper for hours on end. I'm gonna go find something somewhat entertaining." He stood up and walked out of the room, ignoring Sam's snort of annoyance.
As Dean walked into the living room, he happened to glance out a nearby window that overlooked the junkyard. He noticed the sky had an odd greenish hue and angry clouds swirled about, but he looked down at his shoes and kept walking. It was probably just a bad thunderstorm, he thought. As he rounded the corner, he ran forcibly into what felt to be a person. He felt lukewarm liquid spill on the front of his shirt and watched a class fall to the ground with a spectacular crash.
Dean's head snapped up and his eyes met familiar ones. "Hello, Dean. That wasn't very nice of you..." The accented voice grumbled, causing the hairs on the back of Dean's neck to stand up straight.
Shit, not now, Dean thought. "Crowley, nice to see you here," he tried for sarcasm. "What the hell do you want?"
Crowley attempted to look baffled. "Why Dean, that's no way to talk to someone that can kill you with a mere thought. I was simply stopping by to see if my business partner was around for a quick chat?" Another alcoholic beverage appeared in his hand and he swirled the amber liquid around in the glass.
Dean rolled his eyes. "No, he's not here. He's probably upstairs smiting some angels or something," he smiled and hoped his lie sounded better to the demon than it did to his own ears.
Crowley grinned, and Castiel cried out in pain from the kitchen. "It's a shame, really," his eyes narrowed and his smile turned into a grimace, as Castiel's screams increased in volume, "how poor of a liar you are!" he snarled.
Dean heard Sam come storming into the room, and they exchanged a look of horror. The younger Winchester held no weapon of any sort, and when Dean turned to face the demon, he saw nothing but air.
"Dammit!"
Sam cleaned and wrapped Castiel's now broken and mauled arm, trying to be gentle and avoid further injury. Dean watched as Cas tried to sit still and not cry out any more.
"Dean, he's a demon. Not just a demon, but a really souped up demon. How on earth did you expect to lie to him?" Sam demanded as he finished up on Castiel's arm.
"It's okay, Sam, he didn't know." Cas rubbed his awkward splint. "I'm sorry this happened, but we have to find a way to either destroy Crowley or-"
"Nope." Dean cut off his friend's speech. "We're gonna destroy him. There's no 'or' anywhere in this."
"Dean, that's nearly impossible.." Sam sounded unsure. And when Sam sounded unsure, it usually meant it was serious.
"Yeah? But we'll find a way." He rubbed his head. "Where is Bobby? He shouldn't be taking this long."
"I'm sure he'll be back soon," Sam didn't seem too worried, but Dean was.
Another hour passed with no sign of Bobby.
"Alright, let's go look for him," Sam finally agreed. He stood up to get his coat and suddenly there's loud footsteps on the front porch. None of the men heard a vehicle, so who could be out there?
The door flies open and Bobby enters the house, slamming the door shut again. "Bad news, boys," he sounded out of breath and paused his speech for a moment. "This little hokey pokey town is crawlin' with demons. We gotta figure out a plan, and figure it out quick"
Castiel walked in with a large tome. "Maybe this will help, he announced". The other three looked up and rushed toward the table.
After a long while of planning, Castiel and Sam figured out a way that would most likely destroy Crowley. Dean and Bobby decided that they could probably deal with the demons that infested the town. When they returned, they sat down to listen in on the plan.
"So basically we can just get him in a Devil's Trap and kill him like a normal demon?" Dean asked, shocked.
"Well, it's easier said than done," Sam nodded, "and if we screw this up, we'll just have a really pissed off demon."
"Maybe we should have a backup plan just in case this does not work," Castiel decided.
Dean nodded in agreement. "Definitely."
"Okay, any suggestions?"
Silence followed.
"I doubt we'll be able to exorcise him, but we can try," Castiel said slowly, running a hand through his already crazy hair.
They set up the Devil's Trap in an old abandoned house they found, not wanting to be anywhere near civilians in case they enraged Crowley.
Dean went outside and summoned the demon, just to ensure that he got there. Crowley appeared like he was supposed to and strode with Dean into the house.
"So, what kind of deal are you trying to make," Crowley asked, standing in the doorway of the old home, "that requires you to meet me out here?"
"It's an important one," Dean said. "I didn't want anybody to overhear. You know what they'd say if they found out I was working with you." He walked farther into the room and stood on the rug that concealed the trap drawn on the floor.
"Yes, indeed," he nodded, "but it seems quite odd that you would need a Devil's Trap to negotiate with me, Dean. Something about that confuses me," Crowley snapped, flipping the rug up with a small hand movement and walking to a different part of the room. He smirked as Dean widened his eyes in horror. "That was far too potent for me to miss, Dean. You have much to learn."
"Oh really, so that's why you just stepped into another one?" Dean chuckled at his astonished expression. Sam and Bobby popped out from behind the demon and bound his hands together, forcing him into a chair.
Crowley became quite enraged, of course, and began to howl and curse as they spoke the words to exorcise him. However, the demon refused to leave the body, and Crowley just continued to get angrier and angrier.
"Well damn, what are we gonna do?" Bobby stood by the demon, hacking into his arm with Sam's demon blade, merely scratching Crowley's skin like dull claws of a weakened animal.
Cas quickly ran into the trap cut into the demon's arm, retrieving some blood, and frantically began painting a sigil on the wall. "That'll never work, you bloody fool! Never!" Crowley howled in anger and discontent, stomping his feet on the floor and knocking over the chair in which he was placed.
As Castiel finished and placed his hand on the center of the sigil, a bright light flooded the room, causing the humans to cover their eyes for a moment. After the light disappeared, they opened their eyes, instantly seeing the lifeless meatsuit of Crowley lay haphazardly on the ground, bound to the chair that was now scratched and charred.
"Well, that's one way to do it." Sam wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.
Dean looked down at the body, poking it with his foot. "What the hell was that? Is he really dead?"
Castiel nodded. "I drew the banishing sigil with his blood. Being a demon, his blood made the sigil even more powerful, and seeing as he was caught in the Devil's Trap, it caused all demonic presences leave him." He attempted to wipe the blood off of his shirt, but it was stained beyond help.
Dean nodded. "And the souls?"
"He didn't have any from Purgatory. All the power he gained was from the souls in Hell. I'm not sure how exactly he did it, but they've returned to their rightful place by now," Castiel explained.
"Wait, so why didn't he get any from Purgatory?" Sam looked confused.
"I umm.." Castiel paused, as he searched for the proper way to phrase it. "I kind of took them all..." He looked down at his feet, embarrassed.
"It's okay, Cas, we're over that. Now can we clean this crap up and go home?" Bobby appeared with a tarp and shovel.
The four men walked over to the body and cleaned up their biggest problem.
AND THAT'S A WRAP…
Wow. Just finished my first story. *dies from overexcitement*
Anyway, would you kindly review my story? If you do I'll love you for all of eternity 3