Author's Note: Hi everyone! Here we are with chapter 2. I would like to thank Trucklad53 for their lovely review :) Reviews are always appreciated! I wish I could update this story more often, but I really don't have that much time to write during the week. My apologizes for the long waits. You have all waited long enough so... onto the story!
The day before
Sam dropped the lit match into the bowl that lay in the middle of a summoning circle. The ancient lighting system cast a creepy shadow on the room where Sam had drawn a demon's trap in which to summon Crowley. A moment later, the King of Hell popped into the blood red trap, looking vaguely amused.
"Hallo moose." Crowley looked expectantly at Sam. Sam pulled out a knife. "You know what I want Crowley. Bring back my brother or, so help me, I'll kill you here now." Crowley stuck his hands deep into the endless void that is his pant pockets and began to pace around the trap. "Dear me, someone's mother obviously never taught them manners. Tisk, tisk." Sam let out a growl and stepped towards the trapped demon, brandishing his weapon. Crowley stopped pacing and shrugged. "Sorry Sam, but, no can do. You see, I could only bring him back if he was dead and you see... Your brother is anything but dead." Crowley smiled, an expression of false innocence falling across his face.
Sam grabbed Crowley's hand, squeezing it so hard the demon flinched. Sam's face was mere inches from Crowley's. Sam voice was barely louder than a whisper, his tone jagged, as he spoke through clenched teeth. "Tell me what is going the hell on, you son of a bitch, or I swear I will cut you open right now." Crowley masked his fear well; his voice just as quiet as Sam's. "Oh moose, I do love it when you get all controlling like that." Crowley pulled himself away from Sam's grip. He straightened his jacket before dusting off his shoulder pads. Then he spoke, " now Sam, you must understand: You're brother's... Predicament is fairly... Unusual. N- ah!" Crowley let out an exclamation of surprise that startled Sam. "What?! What is it?" Sam walked toward the demon, again brandishing his weapon. Crowley put his hands up. "Do calm down moose. Please, you're ruining my monologue. I was going to explain exactly what happened to dear old big brother, but someone more qualified than I has just walked into the room." Crowley nodded toward the door behind Sam. The door he had left open.
Standing in the door way was a plaid wearing, green eyed, very much alive Dean.
Sam almost dropped his knife as he gasped out "D-dean?" He quickly squashed the urge to run up and hug his brother, but he still couldn't help smiling a little. Maybe God didn't hate them after all.
Dean walked towards Sam, a happy smile crossing his face. "Hi Sam." Dean said as he engulfing his huge little brother in a tight hug, apparently not caring that this is totally counts as a chick flick moment. Sam hugged back, happy that something was going right in this messed up world. A thought crossed his mind: just how had Dean come back? But that didn't matter as much as the fact that Dean was right here and they were hugging and everything would be okay now that big brother was back.
That is, until Dean knocked him unconscious.
The last thing Sam saw before succumbing to the blackness of oblivion was the reflection of his own face in Dean's eyes. Dean's eyes… that were completely and totally black.
Dean let his unconscious brother fall to the floor. Dean nodded to Crowely as he scratched out a part of the demon's trap, setting free the King of Hell, his new boss. The new Knight of Hell looked down at the prone form on the floor and an evil smile marred his human face. "Oh Sammy, we are going to have so much fun!"
AN: I hope to see you all again next Saturday! :)