Crowley, King of freakin hell, is in the house y'all! What is Kenny going to do? Trapped alone with this psychopath?
I threw my hands over my mouth and silently spoke the name of the man whom I knew all too well to be just about the last person I wanted to see in this situation.
"Crowley"
"Good help is just so hard to find these days. Isn't it, love?" Crowley spoke still looking down at the body on the floor.
"I know you're in here, there's no point in hiding." I left my hand over my mouth and tried my hardest to mask my breathing. No way in hell was I in any shape to deal with the king of hell! I crawled on my hands and knees as quietly as I could until I got to the door then quickly got to my feet and ran as fast and as far as I could. With every step I felt a sharp shooting pain go through my foot yet I ran through the pain fully aware that if I was caught I would be in far more pain than anything I was feeling now. Once I was outside and far enough from the building I stopped and dropped to my knees calling out for Castiel.
"Cas! Cas please hurry!" I sat still for a moment with no response but then, hearing a noise, I turned my head sharply and was greeted with a smile full of glistening white teeth.
"Hello Darling" and then black.
I woke up what felt like days later with no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. I opened my eyes slowly feeling the silky soft sheets which surrounded me like a cocoon.
"How did I...where...where am I?" I spoke half-awake as I raised myself into a sitting position on the bed. I looked forward and directly across from the bed there was a large dresser which held a huge mirror. I looked at myself quickly and then around at the rest of the room.
"This looks...somehow...familiar?" I stood up from the bed and as I did I realized something which probably bothered me even more than waking up in some strange bed. My clothes had been changed. The last thing I remembered was escaping the warehouse and I distinctly remember being in jeans and a hoodie yet now I was wearing some kind of silky night gown.
"Who actually wears night gowns in this day and age...and where the fuck am I!? Who changed me?" I shivered at the thought of some strange person taking my cloths of as I slept and the though almost made me feel sick. I looked around the room searching for two things. One: A clue to where I was, how I got there, and who brought me. And two: Pants! I searched through the room quickly yet quietly but I couldn't seem to find either of the things for which I searched.
"Damn it." I was becoming annoyed so I decided to try leaving the room to see if I could find some kind of clues through the rest of wherever I was. I opened the door slowly peeking my head out but I was greeted by a familiar smile.
"Well good morning princess. And how are we feeling? You went through so much last night it seems that while you were messing with those nasty restraints you lost a pretty large amount of blood and you just passed right out." Crowley sat in an arm chair in the middle of a large room looking at me with a soft smile. As soon as the bedroom door was opened I recognized where I was. We were in Crowley's house. The house where he gave Sam and Dean the colt. I momentarily questioned how we were there seeing as how Lucifer had the place burned down but I had more important questions that needed answering.
"Why...why am I still alive?" I cocked my head to the side genuinely curious why he hadn't just killed me but then I clued in that until he figured out how to use my power he needed me.
"Well darling, I don't want you dead. It's as simple as that. I don't just want to use you for your gift. I want to offer you something in return. I want you to become the princess of hell and rule by my side. I want to be there for you as sort of a ...a father figure. I failed with my own son and I feel like I'm getting a proper second chance in you." He smiled almost genuinely and I couldn't do anything but stare at him and blink repeatedly.
"Umm...what? Why on earth would I want to be the princess of hell? Dude I've freaked out at people for killing insects and you expect me to be all gung ho about killing people? You're kidding right? Like messing with me before someone comes up behind me and cuts off my head or something?" As I spoke I unconsciously turned to make sure no one was behind me as the possible reality of my own words sank in. Crowley let out a hardy laugh and I turned back to him with one eyebrow raised.
"Umm...what's so funny?"
"You're adorable! Don't worry no one's going to be chopping off anyone's head...except maybe that guy down the hall but that has nothing to do with you." I turned my head looking down the hall as the blood drained from my face.
"That was a joke darling." I turned back to him laughing slightly although I didn't find it funny in the least. As I stood contemplating whether to be frightened or angry or some other emotion we heard strange noises coming from the other end of the huge house followed by a symphony of screams.
"What the-" Just as Crowley stood up the door swung open and in walked Sam, Dean, and Castiel.
"Guys!" I quickly ran over and Sam grabbed my arm hiding me behind himself.
"Are you ok?" He said softly not looking away from Crowley.
"Yea, I'm good."
"Good" As he said this I could see the tension ease from his muscles ever so slightly.
"So this is your game now hunh Crowley? Kidnapping little girls?" Crowley rolled his eyes
"Why hello squirrel, a pleasure as always I see."
"Cas"
"Got it!" Before I could question what was going on Castiel grabbed hold of me and as I heard the sound of a hundred wings fluttering at once we were gone. No longer at Crowley's but instead we had gone back to Bobby's place.
"Bobby? Cas how did we-"
"No time, I need to go help Sam and Dean. I'll explain once we return." And with that Cas was gone as fast as we had arrived.
I stumbled over to the couch witch felt familiar and safe and lifted my knees up to my chest.
"You ok kid?" I looked up at Bobby who now stood only a few feet away from me. As I opened my mouth to speak no sound came out, instead I could feel heat running down my cheeks and I covered my face with my hands.
"Wow now, I aint no good with crying kids. Those idjits better get back here some quick." I tried to assure Bobby that I was fine but somehow I just couldn't. A large part of the reason probably being simply because I wasn't.
"Bobby I just... I don't know if I can handle this. People are going to get hurt because of me, I know it and I just..." As I spoke between sobs eventually it became too much for me and I fell asleep right there on the sofa my face moist with tears.
Hours later I woke up and could feel someone stroking my hair. It felt nice, comforting, and as I reveled in the feeling I buried my face deeper into the pillow I was laying on but as I heard a giggle I quickly realized, it was no pillow. I opened my eyes slowly and blinked up at the boyish face surrounded by long brown hair.
"Good morning sunshine. How're you feeling?" I looked up in confusion for what seemed like minutes before I could speak.
"...Sam?" Sam smiled down at me laughing once again.
"Yea we're back, don't worry we got'cha." As I looked up at him still half asleep terrible memories flooded back.
"Crowley! What happened!?" I spoke shooting to a sitting position so fast it startled Sam and I almost feel right off the couch.
"Don't worry we took care of it." I looked over to the kitchen and there sat Dean at the table shoveling food into his mouth and sipping on a bear.
"What...what time is it?"
"It's around 7pm, Cas brought you here and I guess you kinda passed out. You've been through a lot kid. We've been looking for you for four days straight now."
"4 days!? It's been that long? But...but how..."
"Well, something seemed a bit off when we sent you off with Jody so a few hours after you guys left we went to visit. To our surprise when we showed up at Jody's door not only was she shocked to see us but she had no idea who you were or what we were talking about so we pretty quickly figured out that a shifter had managed to intercept our message when we called Jody. Turns out her phone went missing around the same time Cas dropped you here. It took a lot of work but eventually we found the dead shifter and from there we followed the trail all the way to Crowley."
"The dead shifter...Right! I killed him...kinda." Sam looked down at me shocked
"Wait, YOU killed the shifter?"
"Umm...well...kinda...it was more like I tricked him into doing it himself...he was really dumb..." Sam looked at me with worry in his eyes yet Dean looked much more like a proud father.
"That's ma girl! How'd ya do it?"
"Well...no one really knows how my abilities work right?" Dean looked at me and cocked and eye brow.
"Yea, and?"
"Well...I told him that the only way it would work is if he injected silver into his veins and then injected my blood afterwards..."
"And that worked?"
"Well...you saw the body didn't you?"
"Hunh." Dean laughed yet Castiel looked at me as if he was ready to beat me.
"You are aware that if he had injected your blood quickly enough there is a possibility that it could have worked!?" I flinched and looked up at him with sad eyes.
"Well...I told him he had to wait exactly three minutes before injecting my blood or it wouldn't work...I assumed there was no way a shifter could live for three minutes after injecting silver straight into his veins...Also I tried calling for you non-stop where the hell were you!?" Cas's eyes widened and his eye brows raised.
"You did?" I looked at him confused
"No I'm lying to you, of course I did!"
"I...I did not hear anything...I wonder if it is this world changing you somehow...there is a possibility that you may develop more abilities while in this world, so be careful."
"What do you mean 'develop more abilities while in this world'? Like I'll suddenly get superpowers or something?"
"Ok superman calm down, we'll figure it out." I looked over at Dean, who spoke between mouthfuls of food, and stuck my tongue out.
"You know, if I'm superman, I can kick your ass. Keep that in mind." I winked at him and Sam chuckled next to me.
"She's got a point." I nodded at him and join in his laughter.
"So...what did Crowley want with you?" I looked at him once again confused.
"What do you mean? What did you guys do after I left?"
"Well..." Dean swallowed his food and looked around a bit
"We were going to kick his pudgy little ass, but...he kinda took off pretty quickly after you did leaving us to deal with all his underlings, which he did perfectly I might add."
"Oh...so...he's still out there hunh..." I'm not sure why I somehow was expecting them to have killed Crowley but the reminder that he was still alive sent shivers down my spine.
"Kenny...We're not going to let him hurt you." I looked over at Sam who spoke with a gentle tone and smile.
"Yea...well...he wants me to become the 'princess of hell' so...I don't think hurting me is at the top of his to do list." Dean laughed almost forgetting the seriousness of our conversation.
"The princess of hell? Seriously?"
"No Dean...this makes perfect sense." Castiel spoke looking up at the ceiling.
"If Crowley were able to somehow turn Kenda- I mean...Kenny... to his side. Then using her it may be possible for him to lead a whole army right to heaven's door."
"You mean-"
"That's right. I think Crowley may know more about you and your abilities than even we do...and if that is the case, then we may be in quite a lot of trouble."
I sat very still feeling a strange weight pinning me in place and as I was contemplating what to do next my train of thought was horribly derailed by a loud noise coming from my stomach followed by the realization that the last thing I had eaten had been a piece of pie four days ago. Sam chuckled a little but tried to hide it probably to save me from embarrassment.
"When's the last time you've eaten?"
"umm...remember that pie at the diner..."
"You haven't eaten anything since then!?" Sam looked worried so I averted my gaze to Dean who looked petrified.
"...how are you still alive kid?" Dean said with wide eyes and it made me giggle.
"Actually I have this bad habit of accidentally going days without eating anyways so...yea... but I've never gone four days...I'm a little hungry." I laughed it off but every face except mine was covered in worried, other than Deans which was also polluted with horror.
"You sure she's human Cas?" Dean looked at the angel and the question made me laugh even more.
"Come on." hearing the words I looked at Sam who was now standing holding a jacket out in front of me.
"Let's go get you some food." I reached my hand out to grab the jacket but then quickly retracted it.
"First, uh...can I get some pants?" I pulled the thin dress over my legs remembering that it was all I was wearing. Sam laughed and pointed to a room at the end of the hall.
"Come on, you can borrow one of my shirts and I think we may have at least a pair of pants laying around here of Jo's." I smiled and followed him down the hallway. We were able to find one pair of girl's jeans which by some miracle of god fit me perfectly and I dawned a black t-shirt as well as a black and white flannel shirt which were both far too big for me. I walked out of the room to meet Sam in the hallway and raised my arms waving them around causing the empty ends to flail around wildly. Sam laughed and then grabbed my arms softly rolling up the sleeves to that they fit just a little better.
"Thanks." I said laughing although a part of me was sad that I could no longer flail the empty sleeves around.
"Alright now let's go get you some food." Before I could say anything my stomach agreed my grumbling loudly. I wrapped my arms self-consciously around my stomach and nodded my head.
"Dean, I'm taking the car."
"If you scratch baby I swear to god Sammy!" Sam chuckled as he caught the keys, thrown by Dean, and we walked outside to find the impala.
"Is there anything in particular you want to eat?" Sam looked over at me questioningly as the impala roared to life. I shook my head smiling.
"Anywhere's good."
"Alright then, let's make it an adventure." I smiled trying as hard as I could not to fangirl just from sitting inside of the legendary impala. After about an hour of driving we made it to a fancy looking restaurant and Sam quickly parked the impala running to my side to open the door.
"And they say chivalry is dead." I said chuckling.
"This place has really good steak."
"I love steak." We walked into the restaurant and although it seemed to be rather fancy not many people were dressed as such which made me feel much better about the way I was dressed.
"Table for two please." Sam spoke with the waiter who quickly led us to a table with a beautiful view of the sunset.
"Wow" I said half out loud and half to myself as I stared at the view.
"Nice isn't it? I've only ever been here once. Dean and I had just happened to get this table but I've always wanted to come back and see the view again.
"Yea..." is all I could muster.