A/N: It's time to wrap it up. Exams were keeping me busy, I'm so sorry for the long wait. WARNING: Contains spoilers from Season 5 to Season 10 (mild, but still there) and strong language! Enjoy!

"Sorry if I didn't want to see you flip, princess Deanna. Would you rather see me tell you everything, so you could shot me or torture the hell out of me?! It wasn't wise to throw all of that on your shoulders. This would be cruel, not me being quiet about it. What would you do, huh? Say it all, even if it gets you killed or would you wait for the right time? The thing that's playing us around probably wants something. In the end we won't even remember this, at all." When I get winded, I talk a lot. Many thanks to the damn creature playing god upstairs.

"You should have told us. It's not up to you to keep that info. Besides, you don't have worry all the time to keep someone safe."

Well well, I just got played. Big time. Dean looks like he wants to punch himself too. "Alright, tell me one thing only me and Sam know." What do I say? I have to find a non painful memory.. Oh yeah I've got it. "When you two were little, you carved your initials in the Impala. Dean put some Legos in the vent, while Sam placed an army man in the ashtray." Sam smiled at the thought. "How do you know that?" asked Dean in disbelief. He wasn't expecting that. "All I need now, is to hear that they showed you all the nights stands I had." he groaned. "Yup, from girlfriends to night stands. Robin, Lisa, Cassie and so on.." I should stop talking now. I swear, Dean's cheeks have gathered a slight red tone.

Singer Salvage, Sioux Falls

"Hello Bobby Singer, do you like my present/gift to your boys? Squirrel called you, didn't he?" Whether surprised or not, Bobby is always prepared in his house. "None of your damn business Crowley, now get the hell out of my property!" Bobby aimed his gun, firing a shot. "Hey, I loved this suit! I came for a deal, no need to be rude." Yeah right, I wasn't born yesterday.

"What do you want?" The King of Hell dusted off his suit, his hands slipping in pockets, looking annoyed. "Like I said, a simple deal. I want to stop Lucifer as much as you do, so.."

"You kidnapped a girl from another universe, as one of your tries to stop him?!" Bobby shook his head. Unbelievable. A douchebag, no doubts here. "Let's just say that the spell I casted didn't work out as I wanted to.. Ow!"
I ain't falling for it jackass, step a little on the right. Gotcha! Dumbass..

Meanwhile at the Diner

Why did I think about Dean being back? He's not a demon, he's just Dean, normal badass Dean. At that moment they probably wanted to ask me where I was from, but of course, we can't control what we say here.. Right now at least or am I wrong?

"Any suggestions for the future?" Sam asked and leaned forward. "Uff, too many.. Um. When will you go to Missouri?" I'll start from this side. "The psychic?" Dean scratched his neck. "No, the state. I don't know which town, though." One look and their silent conversation ended as quickly as it started. "We haven't planned anything, yet. Why is that important?" They where clueless. "Because you'll need to go there to find the Colt and ice the devil, which won't work out." Prepare for awe. "The Colt of Samuel Colt?" Dean was like a small child sometimes. "Yep." "Why the sad face? Don't give me that look. What is it? Sammy dies, I die? The Colt doesn't kill Lucifer?" No way I'm saying that. Shit. Here goes nothing..

"Close Dean, but no, it's worse. Way worse, because Jo and Ellen literally burn away. The Colt is very useful as a weapon, with the negative side of not working on The Light Bringer. Many deaths, Cas goes splat at least three times if I keep everything in mind. Then it all gets like: hey I'm an angel, watch this he's a demon..bye bye."

"Crap." They said in unison. ''Sorry, but crap just doesn't cover it. I told you the mild version.'' Some moments later Dean paid the bill and took the car keys out of his pocket.

"Okay, we've stayed here for too long. Let's go." We rose from our seats, making our way towards the Impala, when a very loud flap of wings stopped us from reaching the car. The brothers almost rolled their eyes. All we needed was a douche full of dickbags. Fan-freaking-tastic!

"Hey girl, you are ruining the party! Come with me now and I'll let your two hunters live." spoke the cloudhopper. Dean grabbed his angel blade, ready to smite the guy. Sam chose the defense part first, whispering me to stay behind him. I only nodded. With pleasure, Sammy. I'm 5'6, you are a mountain next to me and without a weapon I'm as good as a stick in a hurricane.

"No way, jackass. Don't you have a better job to do?" The shorter brother remained calm, if you don't count his tone.
"He was right, you are very stubborn, Winchester. You can't stop me, little ant. I can't wait to eat her soul, it smells like Madagascar vanilla to me." Shit, a grigori. They were extinct, how? It explains the loud flapping though. So heavy, so full of crap.

"Go to Madagascar and stay there, because she ain't going with you!" growled Dean. Scary is the new sexy? I agree.
"That toothpick of yours doesn't work on me by the way. Don't bother with the protection. She is no use to you, anyway. A fan of a show about two guys constantly dying. Where's the fun?" He's lying, isn't he? Mhm, I thought so.

I sidestepped out of Sam's shadow. "It's about family, you dick. I didn't zap myself here, you know. They'd be on The Carribbean islands if so." Stupid cloudeater. He laughed at our faces, he laughed like we are crazy not him.
"You are so naïve. Do you really think they can change their fate? No one can." It like watching a Moriarty with wings. Perfect, his phone is ringing.

"Yes! What do you want?! I'm busy with my sandwiches." he rolled his eyes. We easily heard Crowley on the other side.
"What are you doing? I told you stick to my bloody plan! Then you will get the girl and all my hostages, so you can eat and sleep in your castle like the Dracula that you are. Stay away from the Winchesters for god's sake. Screw this. Better yet, wait and see, moron." This grigori didn't give a damn, that was obvious when he turned off his phone, flicking the device to the top of the nearest tree. Weirdo.

More flapping, it won't be Cas, that's for sure! I tensed, a random guy was making his way towards us without any worry. "Esper, get the hell away! Wasn't our last encounter enough?" This grigori had a gum on his shoe. But could this gum be a way out for us?

We were watching this like an action movie in a theater. Quiet and waiting for the right time to either cheer or flee. "Oh please. You gave me a mere scratch, cousin." He was a cocky little shit, sacrificing himself for others. This must be a universe full of similar minds. Not again.

"Don't mess with me, Esper. Naomi won't be able to use you after me. Want to fight?" What is this, a wrestling match? I observed the brothers for a clue on our next move. I got none. They were planning something, but what..
"Stop now or I will-" *poof* the watching trio vanished. As the saying goes.. where two people fight, the third gets the price.

With a flick of fingers, we landed in Bobby's house. The reason? Who else than Royal Ass with a Red Tail aka Crowley?! Or should I say Fergus? I ended up here without Dean sending me. Even joking gets you here. I don't like this universe like I used to.

One leg in the trap under the carpet and one half out, the bastard managed teleportation of three people. The hell?! "Hello boys, and Little Braveheart. Traveled well?" Bobby took the opportunity to shoot near Crowley's leg. Now he was trapped, finally.

We glared at him. He would explode by now, if eyes killed.
"What the fuck do you want Crowley?" The demon wore a smirk, the one we'd eagerly swipe it away. "The freckled girl I brought to you at random choice, Moose. The sooner you get her back to me, the quicker I find the ingredients to send her home. "Liar. We heard you." replied Dean.

His shoulder received another bullet. "Bloody hunters, I'm not your target, stop it! Today isn't the day to shoot Crowley as many times as you bloody can!" Huh, angry demon. I smell roasted souls, yuck. Others will pay for this, naturally. Damn it! "While you are staying, why don't you tell us your business with that dickhead out there?" Now it was Dean who took over the annoyed face, waiting for a reply.

"None of your business, Squirell. We need to collaborate to stop Lucifer, unless you want to see the world burn. What will it be?" I have the urge to punch him. Crowley is a master of double crossing, there has to be another way. Otherwise, Sam will jump in the pitt for an eternity.

I almost forgot one thing. The grigori from before sat in the corner behind me for who knows how long. Creeply staring at me, only me, like there's no one else in this room. Newsflash, Dean saw him first in the mirror, not able to do much though.

Not a second passed as the wingflapper grabbed my arm, yanked me to his side and took a sniff of me. Yeah, creepy as hell. I hissed at the stinging sensation, when he tore my sleeve and sniffed again, like a freaking dog. I feel my eyes shooting daggers, sadly not for real. What a waste. I'd like to have a power, it would come in handy. "Sit down humans. Let's give you a sneak peek of what happens ne-" Everyone was pushed to a sitting position, except the king of course. Surprise surprise, you are soon to be ashes, dickbag.

A swish of wind and Castiel saved our asses. It's over. White-blue light flashes around, then silence.
I wake up on the floor of my room.. my sleeve is torn, a red bandana peaking through. "What the hell happened?!"

The End

A/N: I think this challenge got way out of hand (sorry). Please tell me what you think ;)

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