CHAPTER TWO: DEMON OR MONSTER?
"What the hell do you want, Crowley?" Dean said, looking as if he was about to punch him in the face.
"I'm looking for the thing that yanked you from Hell. So why don't you and your moose join me," he said.
"You think we are going to help your sorry ass. You probably want to use whatever this thing is for your own selfish reasons. So why the hell should we help you?" Dean asked with so much anger that he looked like he was about to murder someone.
"Calm down, Dean," Sam said in a worried but calm tone.
"You should really listen to your moose, Squirrel," Crowley said with a mocking smirk.
Dean and Sam exchanged looks. "Fine," Sam said after a moment, "we will help you. But no harm comes to the creature until we find out what it is, and what it wants. Deal?"
"Fine," said Crowley, rolling his eyes at Sam.
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The boys followed Crowley's directions and ended up at a church in Chicago.
"Well at least it isn't an abandoned church," Dean said with a big goofy smile on his face.
"Okay," Sam said at his brother's strange behavior.
When they got inside they noticed that the church was empty, which was not normal for a Sunday morning. The boys pulled out their weapons and started to search the church. They had been looking for a few minutes when they came across a door with a weird symbol.
"Well, lets go catch this son of a bitch," Dean said with a cheerful smile that made Sam feel uncomfortable.
The boys quietly opened the door. They looked in and saw a man wearing a trench coat. He had bright blue eyes, and dark brown hair, and must have been in his twenties or early thirties. It was hard to really tell. He was staring at them, a calm look on his face that rattled the boys. Slowly, with their weapons held high, they walked in.
Beside the man they saw Crowley in a demon trap. He was tied to a chair and his mouth was covered with what seemed to be an old dish towel.
Sam and Dean stared at the man for a moment before Dean gained the courage to say. "So, what the hell are you, a demon or a monster?"
The man said nothing, he was analyzing them as if he had never seen anything like them before. Then Dean said in an annoyed tone "What the hell are you?"
The man looked up and gazed into Deans eyes before saying, "My name is Castiel, and I am an angle of the Lord."
