Springtime In The City:

"Okay, I was under the impression that when a creature fed off someone's sexual energy that they were the one that was… Umm… Doing the deed with the victim," I commented, putting the notebook with the rest of John's research.

He didn't even look up from cleaning his gun to answer, "Usually that's how it works. My best guess is that by catching the couples together he can get his fill that much faster."

"Huh… Makes sense… So did you figure out where he finds them?"

"Kits Pub," he replied simply.

"Really? How'd you figure that out?" I questioned without trying to hide my amazement.

John turned his eyes up to me and looked like he was going to brush me off so I added, "Well they were all killed at home, so… Oh come on John, you know I'm still learning how to figure all this stuff out… Now that I've been working on my own and all… Please?"

He put his pistol down and gave me a quick sad look then said, "Credit card receipts."

I almost asked him how he got his hands on those, but I didn't want to press my luck. John had been gracious enough to let me work a few cases with him after my Mum had passed away, but I knew that if I annoyed him too much that he wouldn't hesitate to ditch me. Most mornings I half expected to knock on his door and not have him answer.

"And you have lead rounds?" I asked instead.

"Yes Addy I do," John replied sounding mildly offended that I would suggest that he might not be prepared.

"Okay… I have extra rounds if you need them… So I'll go change then meet you at your truck in… Fifteen?"

As I walked out of the room he gruffly called out, "Ten or I'm going alone."

After getting changed in just a little over five minutes, I waited for John beside his truck. I couldn't resist teasing him by crossing my arms over my chest and tapping my foot as if I was getting impatient.

But John being John, he stole my thunder by pointing to my feet and saying with a disapproving tone, "Those can't be easy to fight in."

I looked down at my four inch heeled boots and shrugged answering, "They don't affect my trigger finger."

In all honesty, I figured that I wasn't really going to get to fight because John had taken over with every single monster we faced up until now. I was most likely here to be bait, so I was going to be the best bait that John had ever worked with on a job. He hastily explained his plan of action and I wasn't surprised that he mostly used the term 'I' instead of 'Us' or 'We'.

After John was parked, he got out of his truck and surveyed the parking lot with a keen eye. I suddenly started feeling butterflies in my stomach, but I told myself that I really needed to calm down. My plan was as good as his, so I knew that I shouldn't be embarrassed as I took off my jacket and threw it behind my seat.

"What the hell is that?" John asked angrily when he got to the passenger's side of his truck.

I closed my door, double checked that it was secured then turned around slowly before calmly replying, "Sorry, I forgot you raised two boys… This is a halter top… This is a mini skirt and these are commonly known as thigh highs… They're boots."

John's neck started to turn red as he clenched his jaw so I dropped my sarcastic tone to tell him my reasoning. "I figured that it would help to flush him out so that you could kill him."

John shook his head then passed me his jacket without saying anything else. I quickly took it from him and put it on before he could instruct me to, hoping that he would take my actions as a peace offering. He in turn smiled briefly then hurried to the direction of the bar.

After I had made myself comfortable with him at the table, John made sure to give me another disapproving glare before continuing the evening more civilly. We spent the rest of the night in our spots and didn't have to order any drinks because our waitress returned with a fresh round of drinks courtesy of the random men in the bar whenever John and I were finishing our drinks.

John shifted closer to me with every beer sent our way until he had a protective arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Okay Addy, time to go," John ordered quietly into my ear. "He's not here."

"Then shouldn't we wait a bit longer?"

"No we shouldn't. Now put my jacket on and let's go."

Even though we had no bill to pay, John still pulled out his wallet and left a tip. I stayed in my seat and glared at him defiantly until he barked a sharp, "Adelaide now!"

I tried to remain calm and collected as I slipped his jacket on slowly.

"You're not leaving already, are you Beautiful?" A male voice slurred behind me.

John yanked my arm and I stumbled a couple of steps until I was hidden behind him. "Yes she is… Do you have a problem with that?"

The guy backed off immediately then John gripped my arm tightly and partially dragged me out the door. He was so incensed that he didn't pay attention to the fact that I was having difficulties keeping up with him. At first I wanted to apologize to him, but when I almost tripped and fell for the third time, I felt my own anger bubble over so I slipped out of his jacket so I could walk at my own pace.

He stopped the instant he saw his empty jacket hanging in his fist and commanded, "Addy put this back on!"

"No!" I nearly shouted as I stomped past him.

"Addy I won't ask again…"

"Ask? Ask? That sounded more like an order to me John… And last time I checked, I was an adult…"

"Well you might be of age, but that doesn't change the fact that you need to cover up," he interrupted with a little less anger in his tone. "The way that they were looking at you…"

He reached out to grab my arm as I angrily replied, "Just because they're looking doesn't mean they get to fuck me!"

"You sure about that? What if they got a few more drinks into you?"

His comment angered me so much that I swung my free arm and tried to punch him, but he easily grabbed my wrist with his other hand after dropping his jacket. I stared up at him hyperventilating so hard that my chest bumped his a couple of times. Neither of us spoke for a minute, but John's grip tightened slightly with each breath.

Once both of our breathing had calmed down a bit, John looked like he was finally going to say something about what had happened. He opened his mouth to speak, but I leaned up and kissed him before he could utter a sound.

He quickly released my wrists to take hold of my shoulders to push me away.

"He's behind you," I breathlessly explained.

"What?"

"Creepy dude with green glowing eyes… He's by the bushes."

John hugged me close so that it would be easier for him to talk without being obvious. "Is he in range?"

"No… He's partially hidden by the bush… But I have a plan."

"Lay it on me…"

I leaned back and caressed his cheek lovingly as I said, "He has to touch us to feed… Throw me up against the wall… Make it look like we're… You know…"

"No… Addy…" John replied wide-eyed.

"You don't have to actually kiss me… Just make it look like you are…"

John shook his head vigorously, so I huffed an annoyed "Fine" then turned to walk away.

After taking two steps, John grabbed my arm again. He spun me around then lifted me a couple inches off the ground and pinned me against the wall of the building behind me.

"This better work," he cautioned as he buried his nose in my neck.

I threw my head back to check if our monster had fallen for this act then smiled as I reported, "Already is."

He tried to lift me off the ground to make the charade look more realistic, but I stood my ground. "Addy…?" He questioned quietly when he felt me slip my hands under his shirt.

I snatched out his pistol from the holster in the small of his back. He didn't have time to react before I shoved him aside and leveled it to take my shot. Our target was so shocked by what was happening that he froze in his spot and I easily hit him with three bullets, reducing him into a pile of men's clothing.

John watched in a stunned silence and was still just staring at me as I smiled and handed him his hand gun saying, "I like the ones that don't leave a corpse."

After we were back in his truck, John finally cracked a smile then said, "Good shot."

It was the closest thing to a compliment that John had offered me in a while and it surprised me so much that I was only able to whisper a quiet, "Thanks."

"Now let's get you out of those clothes."

We both froze and stared out the window when John's statement hit our ears. "What I meant was… Umm… Get you changed into something… You know… More appropriate."

I shrugged then looked over at him and quietly said, "There are a lot of fun ways we could get me out of this outfit."

I slid over the seat and when I touched his thigh, he objected saying, "Addy no… No… I'm old enough to be your father."

"So? I've been with guys older than you John… Age doesn't bother me," I replied as I straddled his lap and leaned in to kiss his neck.

"Addy… We can't," he tried again as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white.

"Why not? Give me one good reason why we can't," I countered sitting back so I could start unbuttoning his shirt.

"There's Dean," he answered slowly.

I shrugged then tugged on the knot at the back of my neck and let my halter top fall away saying, "Ancient history."

He tried to look anywhere but my naked torso so I then attempted to find his hands behind my back to force him to touch my flesh as he continued to protest, "No… Addy… We need to stop."

"Why…?" He had his eyes closed tightly, so I whispered into his ear as I continued to nip at his neck. "Okay… I'll stop if you give me one good reason, just one."

John finally released his death grip on the steering wheel and ran his hands over my naked back. I didn't notice that he had pulled my shirt back up and retied the knot before gripping my shoulders and giving them a gentle shove because I had kept my attention focused solely on embracing his neck.

"We shouldn't…" He started slowly trying to keep me back by pushing on my shoulders. "We can't… Because you're the mother of my grandchild."

I sat back straighter then slowly crawled back to my seat. I stared out the window to my right blankly with my mind completely devoid of thought. John watched me then started to worry about me because I was being too quiet.

He tentatively reached over and touched my shoulder saying, "Addy…? Darling… Don't…"

Before he could finish, my right hand clenched into a tight fist and I turned and landed a hard punch right on his nose shouting, "Fuck you John!"

His eyes started to water immediately, but by the time he lowered his hands, I was already halfway back to the Pub's entrance. He sat and watched as I made my way down the path, trying to decide what he wanted to do next. His first instinct was to leave and let me fend for myself, but thankfully his protective instinct took over.

I had finally told him about the reason why I no longer worked with Sydney once night when we got drunk together weeks before working this job together. After that night, he started to treat me differently. He would allow me to get away with talking back to him, but after I realized that, I tried to keep from taking advantage of his leniency. So now he just sat and watched the door, hoping that I would come to my senses quickly.

After only twenty minutes, I stepped out into the pouring rain. "Great," I grumbled to myself as I sat down on the bottom step. I figured that John would have most likely left, so I started to unzip my boots to take them off so I could make my long, wet trek back to the motel.

I got them off and looked up quickly when I felt someone wrap their jacket around my shoulders. John then silently helped me to my feet, picked up my boots and then led me to his truck.

"My wallet's in my jacket and I left it in here so I couldn't call a cab," I explained calmly, pulling his jacket tighter around my body, trying to warm up. "I tried picking up a couple of guys to take me home because my boots aren't really practical for walking… But none of them would go home with me…. You scared the shit out of them… So… I just… I…"

I started to break down into choking sobs, so I had to stop my explanation there. John parked the truck then turned towards me and gently touched my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry John… I shouldn't have… But you're wrong… I don't deserve to be called a mother," I struggled to say through my tears.

"Addy…? What are you talking about?"

"I'm… I'm worse than Sydney…"

He slid over and pulled me into a hug. "I… I just gave him up… I never actually wanted him… So I just gave him away… At least Sydney kept me…"

"Oh Addy… You were so young… It's okay if you weren't ready to raise your son," John lovingly said as he ran his hands up and down my back to try to comfort me.

"No… No… I'm horrible… I… I even went to an abortion clinic, but I… I chickened out… I didn't even look at him before the nuns put him in Maureen's arms… I'm too horrible of a person to be worthy of being called his mother…"

"Shh… Addy don't say that…"

"No… It's true John," I argued as I pushed out of his embrace to look him in the eye.

John held my face and ran his thumbs over my cheeks then teasingly asked, "Then whose picture is in your wallet that you carry around with you everywhere you go?"

I diverted my gaze, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. "You made sure that he would be raised by loving parents… And from what I understand, you've been watching out for him since day one."

"Yeah…" I sheepishly agreed while drying my cheeks on the jacket's sleeves as my breathing evened out. "That's true…" I then looked up at him and held his hands before trying to continue, "I am SO so sorry John. I shouldn't have… I was totally out of line… I shouldn't have…"

"Hey… It's already forgotten."

The next morning I woke up and checked for John's truck in the parking lot before doing anything else. To my relief, it was still there so I hurried out to buy us breakfast.

At his room, I shifted nervously from one foot to another hoping that he would open the door. When he answered the door, he was deep in conversation with someone on the phone. He barely paused as he grabbed one of the coffees I was holding and nodded for me to step inside, much like he had most mornings when he was trying to find another job.

John had already packed up most of his research, so I figured he was talking with one of his contacts about another job. While I waited for him I sat down at the small table and looked over the few articles that he had left out.

"Thanks for the coffee Addy," he called out as he hastily finished packing his bag.

"No problem… So you're heading to Illinois?"

He didn't stop packing as he answered, "Nope, I just got off the phone with Jim… He has a lead… That's for Sam and Dean."

I knew that every job John worked was only a minor detour from or some kind of stepping stone in his quest to find his wife's killer, so he didn't have to elaborate what he meant by 'lead'. I wasn't sure if I could question him any further on that point, so I just kept any more inquiries to myself, for now.

"I just have to figure out how to get the information to them," he commented mostly just to himself.

"Why don't you just call…? Them?" I inadvertently blurted out before I could stop myself.

He shook his head and answered more politely than I had thought that he would, "Nope… They've gotten too close too many times… I can't chance it."

I scowled, but kept my internal commentary to myself. If John wanted to avoid running into his son, I couldn't admonish him for it because then I would just sound like a total hypocrite.

"Just text them the information then," I offered nonchalantly with a shrug. John stared at me blankly, so I chuckled and pulled out my phone saying, "Rockford, Illinois, right? What's his number?"

"No…" He replied slowly while sitting down with me. Before I could argue with him, John explained, "Send them the coordinates, 42, -89… That way they'll know it's from me."

I once again just shrugged, I had learned long ago not to pay too much attention to John's idiosyncrasies because he would never explain or change them. I then inputted all of the data from John's phone then sent his message. I didn't want to have any temptations, so I deleted the message from my sent folder right away so that Dean's number would be permanently erased from my phone.

"Thanks Addy… That should do the trick."

I got up to leave, squeezed his shoulder and replied, "My pleasure… You know I'm happy to help when I can… Plus I owe you…"

He gripped my wrist gently while interrupting with a very serious tone, "I told you that's been forgotten… No more apologizing."

I nodded then whispered, "Yes sir."

"So where are you heading from here Addy?"

I gave him a bit of a cheeky grin then replied, "I think I should head home for a bit… I haven't really visited them for almost a month now, so I'm a little overdue… Then I'll see what I can find from there."

John once again squeezed my hand then said, "If Bobby and I find anything near Iowa, we'll send it your way."

He then walked me to the door, gave me a quick hug and kiss on the head then said, "You take care of yourself Addy… I'll see you soon."

"What about you? Have you found anything?" Castiel asked from his seat to the right of Dean in the Impala.

"No, nothing yet," Dean answered checking the angel's reaction cautiously out of the corner of his eye.

Castiel quickly checked over his shoulder, but didn't notice me sleeping under Dean's jacket in the back seat as he asked, "Where's Sam? And Addy?"

"He's keeping busy. He's tracking a Djinn in Omaha as we speak. In fact, we're heading out there right now to meet up with him."

The angel didn't seem to listen and stumbled slightly as he answered, "Well… I'd come if I could…"

"Yeah, no I… I get it. No worries. But…? Cas…?" Dean asked with a calm, somewhat concerned tone, "You'll call, right? If you get into real trouble?"

Castiel didn't reply out loud, he just nodded slightly before he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. Dean hung his head slightly then turned his eyes back to the road. I finally sat up and stretched before reaching to crawl over the seat beside him.

He cleared his throat to caution me about this course of action, so after I was in my seat, I leaned over to kiss his cheek before saying, "Shoes were off, so the leather is safe from unnecessary wear and tear."

Dean glared at me playfully out the corner of his eye replying, "Good to hear."

"So Cas popped in, eh? Did he buy our story?" I asked as I put my boots back on.

"Seemed to," he answered dejectedly. He didn't seem to want to chat much more, so I turned up the radio and turned to watch the scenery pass.

When Dean and I got back to Bobby's, Sam and Bobby were in the middle of their painful interrogation of their latest catch in an attempt to try to track down Crowley. Dean gave Sam a brief low down of everything that had happened while we were away, followed up by a summary of his brief conversation with Castiel.

I cringed overtly a few times after hearing the demon screaming in agony, so Dean squeezed my hand then whispered, "You okay?"

"Yeah… Fine…" I lied as I shivered slightly. "I'm… I'm just going to unpack the car."

As I stepped out of the house, I overheard Bobby try to keep them on track as he asked, "So what'd you tell him?"

Dean had already carried in our bags, but he didn't bust me for lying to him because I hadn't pushed him to talk in the car so he was going to let me have some time with my thoughts as well. I ended up just sitting on Bobby's backstairs and stared out over the junkyard while I tried to collect and categorize my thoughts. I knew that I would be rusty once I started getting back into the game, but right now I was feeling completely useless and was just about ready to give up.

"Well, so much for your Plan B," Eve said to the Winchesters while motioning with her head over her shoulder to Castiel, Bobby and I. She then walked over to the angel and said, "And you… Wondering why so flaccid? I'm older than you Castiel. I know what makes angels tick. Long as I'm around, consider yourself unplugged."

The angel just stared at her with a confused look on his face so she turned and scoffed loudly when she reached me. "And you…" She started while gently stroking my hair until the monster that was holding me backed off to allow her full access to me. "You… How dare you come near me?"

Eve didn't wait for my reply and twisted a handful of my hair. I cried out in pain while falling to my knees. "You are so vile… You don't deserve to be in my presence."

I whimpered under the vise-like pressure Eve exerted onto my scalp. I couldn't find the strength to speak as she pulled my head back by my hair so everyone could see my tear streaked face.

"You cry… And for what? Did you cry for your babies before you abandoned them and just handed them off? Before you let your sons be raised by strangers? Discarded them like trash so that would never know true mother's love?"

"No…" I muttered tearfully. "No… I didn't… They're… They're loved."

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," she replied with pure distain as she threw my head to the side, causing to me to land on my hands and knees as I sobbed. "Get her out of my sight."

"Hey… How are you holding up?"

Dean sat down on the top step with me and squeezed my knee so that I would look over at him. "You aren't still worrying about what Eve said to you are you?"

I rested my head on his shoulder, sighed loudly and somewhat sarcastically answered, "No… Not at all… Would I do a thing like that?"

"Hey, she only said that to you to mess with your head. We all know that she's full of shit Lay… You made sure that they would be raised by people who love them and you've watched out for Toby since day one… You didn't abandon them."

I laughed softly in his arms so he kissed my head and worriedly asked into my hair, "You sure you're okay?"

After squeezing his torso I sat back to look him in the eye and honestly answered by shaking my head. "No… But I will be… But… Just now you kind of reminded me of someone."

"Oh yeah? Someone who's an amazingly good looking genius, right?"

"Dean," I gently scolded him as I pinched his side. "But yeah… He was a pretty smart guy."

"And… Is he anyone that I might know?" He questioned as he hugged me close again.

I nodded against his chest. "Yeah… He was…" I molded myself closer to his body then continued, "Dean… You reminded me of John… Umm… Your dad. He… He basically gave me the same pep talk once."

I felt him go rigid in my arms, so I sat back and kissed him gently on the lips to reassure him then tucked myself into his side once I felt him relax again.

Getting into the shed was easy… I figured that it would be or else Bobby and the Winchesters wouldn't have let me go alone. The hardest part about searching the small building was that the light switch was inconveniently placed in the middle of the wall a few feet down from the door. Once I had the light on, I took in the sight of the room and stared in confused shock.

"What the hell?" I muttered as I stared at the empty room.

The walls were snow white and looked like they had just been freshly plastered. The concrete floor was so perfectly clean that it almost looked like perfectly polished marble. In the center of the room there was a drain and the floor sloped in such a way that any liquid would immediately flow down to the drain. There was a strange musty odor in the room that didn't seem to be fitting for a room this pristine, so I knelt down by the drain because it seemed like the mostly likely source of the smell.

As soon as my nose got within a few inches of the drain, I had my suspicions confirmed. I instinctively looked around the room for something that I could use to put down the drain to check if something else was down there that could be emitting the foul odor. But then I just shook my head at myself because I was reminded that the room was empty, so I ran out to the house to tell the guys what I had found.

Bobby appeared to be in pain and was looking somewhat at a loss to figure out what was happening while Dean wiped away some blood dripping from his mouth. I approached the four men slowly after I stepped over one lifeless body on the floor. They were all deep in conversation, so I joined them silently while I tried to listen to what was being said.

"You know… You could have asked me," Castiel retorted with more than mild annoyance in his voice.

Dean gave him a sincere apologetic look as he remorsefully replied, "And we should have. We never should have doubted you. It's… I just hope you can forgive us."

Castiel smiled then replied, "It's forgotten."

"Thanks," Dean said sounding truly thankful for the angel's forgiveness.

Sam looked beyond relieved as well saying, "Yeah… Thanks Cas."

We all stood in an awkward circle and silently avoided meeting each other's eyes. I expected Castiel to abruptly disappear without another word, but then we heard him speak with a slightly sarcastic tone, "It is a little absurd, though."

Bobby chuckled then agreed, "I know, I know."

"Superman going dark side," he continued mimicking the same humorous that Dean and I had used with him on more than one occasion. "I'm just Castiel."

Castiel maintained a goofy, out of place grin on his face, but I caught a minor flinch in Dean's expression telling me that something was off with what Castiel had said. When he did reply to the angel's commentary the rest of us could tell that he was using a force light-hearted tone, "I guess we can put away the Kryptonite, right?"

"Exactly," the angel agreed with an uncomfortable smile on his face. After a few minutes of painful silence, Castiel started to hesitantly explain, "Right… Well… I need to…"

"Go? Of course, yeah… Don't let us keep you," Dean cut in again with a forced supportive tone. "But call if we can…" He then trailed off once the angel disappeared.

"Shit," Sam muttered once we found ourselves alone again.

The three men had the same worried look etched on their faces, but didn't move to offer any explanations, so I finally asked, "So is it just me or did something that Castiel said trouble you three…? What is it? Is it bad? What's going on?"

Dean looked too incensed to answer, so Bobby took my arm and led me away from the Winchesters slowly answering, "He… He quoted me…"

"So?" I interrupted inadvertently. "He's mimicked a lot of our speech and mannerisms before? What's the big deal? What does that prove?"

"No… Addy it isn't like it was in the past," Bobby tried to patiently explain again. "He just gave us a direct quote of something I said when he wasn't there."

I unconsciously looked to Dean and Sam for confirmation and they both nodded with sad, disappointed looks on their faces.

"So you think that mean he's working with Crowley?" I clarified not hiding that I found their rational somewhat absurd. "That's a bit of a leap, wouldn't you say?"

When Dean finally looked me square in the eyes, his expression completely broke my heart as he replied, "Well, even if it doesn't mean they're working together, it still can't mean anything good Lay."

I couldn't really argue with that logic… Or the look on his face, so I nodded and agreed through a whisper, "True."

"But we have a plan," Sam interjected confidently.

Bobby and I turned our attention to him saying in unison, "Let's hear it."

******
Later
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"I'm still not sure I'm comfortable with this plan," I objected half-heartedly as Bobby poured us each a glass of whiskey. "I mean… What ever happened to the notion of someone being 'innocent until proven guilty'?"

"Hey, if you have a better idea, I'm all ears," Dean countered with more than a mild hint of condescension in his tone because we all knew this was the best plan we could come up with and possibly the easiest to execute at this time.

I just shook my head and took a drink from my glass as my reply then they continued with the plan as we had previously discussed. First they trapped Castiel in a ring of Holy Oil to ensure that they had his attention. Once they knew that they had him off balance, they hammered him with one question after another about why he was spying on us, then why he was betraying the four of us and why did everything seem to be adding up to him working with Crowley.

Every so often my eyes locked with the angel's gaze and I could almost hear him pleading, Adelaide… Please… Don't let them do this to me. You understand the reasons why I HAVE to defeat Raphael. Please Adelaide, please help me.

I hadn't realized that I had become lost in my thoughts until I heard Sam ask, "Wait… Did you bring me back soulless…? On purpose?"

Castiel looked like Sam had sucker punched him and almost as if he could cry as he replied, "How could you think that?"

"Well I'm thinking a lot of things right now Cas," Sam retorted disdainfully.

"Listen," the angel stated with a little more conviction than he had used before. "Raphael WILL kill us all. He'll turn the world into a graveyard… Just ask Adelaide… He told her all about his plans… I had no choice."

They all turned to face me, but I couldn't find the strength to face them and just shook my head muttering before I turned and nearly ran out of the house, "No… No…"

Dean misunderstood my reaction and more forcefully replied, "She's right… No, you had a choice… You just made the wrong one."

"You don't understand," the angel tried to reason with the humans. "It's complicated."

I stood with my back against the door, desperately trying to catch my breath and calm my racing mind. On the one hand, I agreed with Castiel; we couldn't let Raphael win. The Arc Angel was more than happy to watch the Earth implode on itself and come to a complete end. In my mind what was even worse was that he wanted to use my own flesh and blood, my offspring, to bring about our world's ultimate destruction. How could we do anything but support Castiel? He had to use any means necessary to stop Raphael, right?

On the other hand, his new ally was a demon. Well, not just any demon, it was Crowley, who was now the new self-proclaimed "King of Hell". Crowley had fed me to Sydney, so that he could do whatever he wanted with me… Or 'have some fun' as Sydney called it when he smiled down at me with that sadistic grin on his face and Crowley never gave me a second thought. I had seen for myself that Crowley only served Crowley's interests, so my gut instinct told me that the demon would use the angel then dispose of all of us when he had accomplished his goals, whatever those actually were.

As I stood there, I felt an unnaturally cold breeze skim across the back of my neck. I looked into the distant sky and just barely made out the large plume of black demon 'smoke' making its way towards our current location. I froze in horror where I stood as the winds grew stronger and the crackling sounds of the broken souls grew louder during their approach.

The next thing I knew, Dean had scooped me up into his arms so that he could carry me to the Impala and soon enough we were somewhat safe in her backseat. Sam peeled away without even attempting to cast a backwards glance at the scene we were fleeing while his brother urged him to get the car to move faster.