You know who I miss? Bobby and Ellen. A lot. So I guess it's time for a Bobby Ellen chapter! (What would that be? Ebby? Bellen? Haringer? Sarvelle?)

"Dammit woman! Quit messin' with my books! Now I don't know where a damn thing is."

"Yer welcome for cleanin' that pit you call a parlor, you ungrateful sonovabitch!"

"That's it!" Bobby said as he made his way into the kitchen where Ellen was violently washing dishes in the sink. "I don't care if Satan himself is out there spyin' on this place. I can't go a damn moment more in this house with ya!"

Ellen slammed the pan down that she was cleaning on the counter. Suds flew everywhere as she whipped around to face Bobby. Her voice dropped an octave. "Lemme tell ya, sweetheart. Bein' stuck in here with you ain't been no damn walk in the park for me either!" She walked closer to him until she was inches away from his face. "Now we've been trapped here 'bout near a week, and I ain't been able to talk to a living soul but you. Now, you can roll out there guns blazin' and git your ass handed to you by a coupla demons. Or you can shut your trap an' get on with eating that lunch I made for ya."

Bobby took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. "You're right, El. I'm sorry. It's just... I ain't used to non'a this. House ain't been this clean since..." His voice trailed off as tears began to form in his eyes. He shook his head and sighed. "Just wish that damn girl of yours and her new huntin' partner would find a way to contact us that don't end up with us axed by those demons out there."

Ellen returned to the sink as Bobby ate his sandwich silently. Ellen scoffed as she heard a knock on the door. "At least those bastards are polite enough to go grocery shopping for us," she said as she opened to door. On the ground in front of her, a bag full of assorted food items was sitting on the faded 'welcome' rug. She looked up and out into the yard. Not 20 feet away, a person, (a demon, she concluded) was standing in the shadows of a rusty old car body. He was watching her intently. She made eye contact with him, and he smirked at her. Ellen sneered. She closed the door.

"How many of 'em do ya think they got guarding us out there?" She asked Bobby as she began to put the food away.

"I give 'em the benefit of the doubt and say 20. 30, tops."

"It's 28, actually. But don't ask me how I know that. Demons never tell."

Bobby and Ellen whipped around to find a man standing in the middle of the kitchen. Ellen lunged for the cabinet to grab the Holy water, but the demon seemed to stop her in midair, and he threw her into a chair with the flick of his finger.

"Now, now. Let's not get hasty. I have a proposition."

"And who in the Hell are you supposed to be?!" Bobby yelled.

"Name's Crowley," he said as he released his hold on Ellen. "But let's skip the foreplay, shall we? I'm a demon. Crossroads, to be exact. You're hunters. Sworn enemies. Except, my dears, this is the Apocalypse. And I have a deal for you that you cannot refuse."

"I know about you, Crowley. Get the hell outta my house," Bobby graveled.

"Ah-ah-ah," Crowley said, wagging his finger at him. "You didn't say please. Anyway, you should know that Dean, Sam and I have struck a deal of sorts. Of course, it doesn't help that the little bugger is dead," he shrugged. He looked at the expressionless faces in front of him. "The Colt? Carthage? Does that ring a bell?"

"AS a matter of fact, it does. All the more reason why I want to blast your ass fulla rock salt," Ellen sneered.

"Ouch," Crowley said, sounding bored. "Well I've come to learn of some new information about the big bad Devil, but I think I'll give you time to learn how to be a more respectful host before I expose all of my secrets." With that, Crowley vanished.

"Thank God. I think he likes to hear himself talk."

"No kiddin'?" Ellen stated as she made her way back to the groceries.

"Are you sure he's back?"

"Yes I'm sure! I can hear the other angels chattering about the return of Michael's vessel. It's getting on my nerves."

"They could be talking about Adam. Or perhaps John?"

"No. Dean is the true vessel. Word is, he said yes, obviously. Michael's gonna enter him in a week from now."

"A week?"

"To get his affairs in order, yadda yadda. Point is, we have one week to get him and finish this. Then Sam is all yours, and I get Jael."

"And what do you suggest we do about that little blonde Johanna?"

"She has no purpose. We kill her."

"It's times like this when I like you, Zachariah." Lucifer put the phone down, then looked out into the city of Detroit from the window of the abandoned building he was in.

"Just a little longer, Sammy. Then you'll be mine."

"If you watch one more John Wayne movie, I might have to kill you."

"Oh, git over yourself, party pooper. These are the best movies of all time."

"Oh no, Bobby. They're the only movies your TV can play because it's so damn old."

"I never asked your damn-"

There was a hurried knock at the door. Ellen's finger went to her lips.

"Shhh!"

She made her way slowly to the kitchen and grabbed the container of holy water. Bobby rolled slowly behind her. Ellen made her way to the door and opened it.

"Ellen?" a frail voice said weakly.

She gasped as she saw Dean Winchester covered in blood, holding a silver dagger. She looked out into the salvage yard and noticed all of the bodies laying on the ground. She pulled Dean inside. She splashed him with Holy water.

"I swear to God, I swear to God it's me," he said, as he shielded his face from more water. Tears fell from Ellen's eyes. She grabbed Dean and pulled him in to a hug. "It's good to see you again, sweetheart. Shh, it's ok." She rubbed his back softly as he squeezed her tighter. A single tear fell from his eye, but he quickly swiped it away.

Bobby beamed. "It's good to have ya back, boy." Dean sighed.

"It's good to be back."

What do you think happens next? I know it's not a cliffhanger, but hopefully it has you wanting more! Anyway, Dean, Bobby, and Ellen are back in business, thanks to Winchester slicin'-and-dicin' skills. (I also want to point out that he has an angel blade, Hannah probably gave it to him.)

Also; CROWLEY! That was something I didn't really expect to put in here, but hey, who doesn't love reading fanfic in Mark Sheppard's voice?

ANYWAY! This fic is mainly Dean/Jo centric, so I'm sorry if some of you don't agree with how much I'm putting that in. But it's my OTP, my story, and I'm not gonna apologize for shipping the two characters with the most chemistry in the show. SNS :P

Love all of you more than I love DONUTS! (And that's a lot.)

-WhatTheHeckyPadalecki