Chapter 6

Sunday

"Crowley." I growled.

"Hello darling. Long time no see." Crowley told me.

"It's not my time yet, I still have a week left." I reminded him, trying not to shake in my combat boots.

"Ah yes, don't worry. I'm not here for you, yet. I see you met the Winchesters." He said turning towards the boys.

"What are you doing here Crowley." Sam demanded.

"Always jumping in head-first, aren't we Sammy? Well since you asked so nicely, I'm here to see how Castiel is doing. Are you picking up the clues I've been leaving you?" He asked, turning towards the angel standing on my left. I looked at Castiel to find the hardest glare I have ever seen. Let me tell you, if looks could kill…

"How about you leave, Crowley." Dean said stepping forward. "Before we make you leave."

It was an empty threat, we all knew that. But Crowley complied.

"I'll see you soon, Red." He said, staring me dead in the eye before vanishing.

Now that he was gone, I allowed myself to have the panic attack I had been holding in. I began hyperventilating while my eyes started to tear up. I didn't realize I was falling until I was caught by my guardian angel.

Okay so maybe he wasn't my guardian angel, but he was an angel.

I held my head in my hands while I tried to regain control of my breathing. I was aware of hands on my back as I leaned against Castiel, but I paid no attention to them. Nor the questions the boys were throwing at me.

When I was finally able to breathe somewhat regularly again I combed my hair out of my face and blinked back the tears. I looked up to find Olivia and Maria in the background trying, and failing, to hold back tears of their own. Sam and Dean were right in front of me. Dean was cupping my cheeks, trying to get me to focus on him.

"Sorry." I managed. He pulled his hands away and looked back at Sam.

"We need to talk." They said in unison.

I nodded and hesitantly pulled myself away from Castiel. "Thanks." I said to him. He nodded in response. I turned back towards the four boys standing in front of me.

"So, I made a deal with the King of Hell." I said. They rolled their eyes and I sighed, there was no getting out of this.

"Okay fine, a year ago next week the girls and I were out celebrating my twenty ninth birthday. My stupid birthday. I was driving while the girls were jamming out to some stupid song on the radio. I looked over to Maria, who was sitting in the passenger seat, when I saw the oncoming truck. But I was too late. It slammed into my car and killed Maria instantly. Whereas Olivia died a couple minutes after. I had hit my head but was able to stay conscious. I looked up in time to see the driver's eyes flash black. Those damn demons had killed my best friends. And could you guess who knocked on my car window?

"Crowley had planned the whole thing, knowing that I would give up my soul in a heartbeat to let the girls live. He's always hated me. I've killed so many of his busy worker bees, he was afraid I was getting too close to killing him. But he was so bent on getting two other hunters off his back that he couldn't keep wasting the demons on me. Unfortunately his plan worked. So now I've got a week until I'm ripped to shreds by his god damn hell-hounds. And they all lived happily ever after. The end." I finished bitterly.

"I think I found the girl we're looking for." Castiel said. The boys looked irritated at him, like what he had said was obvious. Dean even did a face palm. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked from Cas, to Bobby, to Sam and lastly to Dean.

"Okay, now you need to talk. What does he mean?" I asked.

The boys looked at each other, it seemed like even Bobby knew what was going on. That must have been what the brothers were talking about when we first came here.

"You said Crowley was too busy with other hunters to keep wasting demons on you?" Bobby asked. I nodded my head, waiting for him to get to the point.

Sam and Dean guiltily looked down at their feet. Realization popped into my head.

"You're kidding me, right? You two morons are the reason Crowley couldn't bother with me anymore?" I asked. "That's just great. Well, do you wanna tell me why your were looking for me?"

"Um, Cas came to us last night to tell us about Crowley. He said that someone had sold their soul and their time was almost up." Sam started.

"The only problem was, Cas couldn't figure out who it was. We were gonna tell you, but we didn't want to drag you into our fight. Or get you on Crowley's bad side." Dean continued.

I snorted at his last comments. "Yeah, you're a bit too late for that." I combed my hair back with my right hand and put my left hand on my hip, closing my eyes I thought for a moment. "So how did you find me, Cas?" I asked finally looking at the angel.

"It is not of import." He said and I raised an eyebrow, but let it go.

"How were you planning on handling this? It's not like you can save me, and once my week is up Crowley will just go back in hiding." I reasoned.

"Oh please, like these yahoo's ever have a plan." Bobby muttered. The boys turned to glare at him, but returned their attention back to me once they realized he was right.

I rolled my eyes. "Look, how about we work together on any cases you can find, at least until my week's up. There's no use in working on my case, I've been trying to figure something out since I was forced to kiss that British turd-nugget." I, along with the brothers, cringed at the thought of it.

"What's a turd-nugget?" Castiel asked.

"It's a, well. Um. You know, I'm not entirely sure." I answered, questioning every name I've ever called someone.

"We'll let you help with our cases, but we're not giving up on yours." Dean said. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Whatever you say. So do you have a case? I want to solve as many as I can before I go splat."

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Olivia roll her eyes and Maria shake her head. I winked at them, causing them to smile despite themselves.

"Technically you would be ripped apart by Crowley's Hell hounds then dragged down to Hell for all of eternity." Castiel reminded me. Does he not know what sarcasm is?

"Cas, she was being sarcastic, and that was highly insensitive." Sam informed him.

"It's fine. I hate it when people tap dance past the truth. I want to be prepared with the truth, rather than be comforted by a lie." I admitted. Although my stomach knotted when Castiel reminded me how, exactly, I would die.

Bobby cleared his throat. "You might feel that way, but I don't think your friends do." He whispered to me. I looked at the corner to see that the girls' smiles had been replaced with deep frowns.

"Crap, be right back.'" I said before walking to the girls with open arms, which they both ran into. They knew that my hugs were rare, I usually hated human contact. But they needed to be comforted, and the only way I knew how to comfort people is with humor.

"Hey, you guys know I still get a week left. We can celebrate my birthday on Friday, I'll do whatever you guys want to do. My treat."

"But your birthday's on Saturday." Olivia reminded me.

"Yes, but I don't want you girls anywhere near me when the hellhounds come. You should probably stay with Carol. Let's not talk about it right now, we will later tonight. But for now I need to focus on the cases. Okay? Maybe if we find one that I think is somewhat safe, you two could come." I sighed out the last part. Wincing when the shrieks of delight reached my ears.

Before I could react the girls had tackled me to the ground in a hug that went incredibly wrong. I cupped their heads so my hands could act as a cushioned barrier between them, and the floor. But that left my own head unprotected. It slammed on the ground with a thud, just hard enough the blur my vision.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from making any noise. But man did that hurt. It didn't help me any when Olivia landed on top of me, making me grunt as the air left my lungs.

"Olivia, you may be skinny. But you ain't weightless." I said.

"Sorry." They said as they climbed off of me. "Aren't you gonna get up?" Maria asked me.

I rested my head on my hands and closed my eyes. "No I think I'll just stay down here. Maybe even sweep Bobby's floor with my back." I said.

"Don't get too much dirt on your back, people could get the wrong idea." Maria warned.

My eyes shot open and I jumped up, shaking the dirt off me. "Why does everything have to be dirty with you?" I grumbled.

"Because I hang out with you too much." She smirked at me. I tapped my chin in mock thought.

"Was that an insult? Cause there's got to be a compliment in there somewhere." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I didn't hear anything that even suggested you getting complimented." Olivia noted.

"Hey!" I said and punched them playfully. They both whined and rubbed their arms. "Are you kidding me? You guys are such wimps." I complained.

"Whatever, just go kill some monsters. We'll probably go into town and do some things later." Maria said.

"Just stay safe, okay?" I said, hesitant on the idea of letting them leave.

"Yes mother." They said. I smiled and walked over to the boys to find out if we have a case.


"So, how many girls have been killed?" I asked from the backseat of the Impala. We were on our way to a town about an hour away. Local women in their mid to late twenties were found in their homes with their skin missing. No one had found their flesh yet, and there were no witnesses.

"Body count is two in a two day time period." Dean informed me.

"So we'll have another one by morning if he sticks to his time line." I thought out loud.

"What makes you think it's a he?" Sam asked.

"Think about it, they're single women in their late twenties with no kids or pets. If it was me, the only reason I'd be by myself would be because I was expecting to get laid. Otherwise I'd have my friends over all the time." I explained to them.

"Well that's, understandable." Dean said after a moment of thought.

"How did you guys get along without a girl's input for this long?" I asked, looking between the two men.

"I honestly have no idea." Sam answered. I chuckled and leaned back in my seat, pulling out my phone I texted Olivia.

Me: Hey, you good?

Olivia: Relax Mackenzie, you've been gone for twenty minutes!

Me: I can't help it, I worry.

Olivia: I know. You're man left after talking with Bobby. Maria and I are watching movies on my laptop.

Me: How many times do I have to tell you, Castiel is not now, nor ever will be 'my man'.

Olivia: Whatever, good luck on your case! Bai girly.

Me: Bye

I rolled my eyes at Olivia and put my phone away, watching the multicolored trees as they shot past the car.