Finals are over for me and to celebrate, I'm posting another chapter. Hopefully we're getting to the good stuff soon! And I can't seem to leave Dean alone, so I'm going with his thoughts again.

Dean POV

"No." I shake my head, my hand still gripped to the sleeve of Sam's jacket, preventing him from taking off to gather weapons and supplies with Cas and Adriella. "We can't. I won't. I'm not leaving the bunker Sam."

I watch my brother's eyes widen in disbelief as he whirls back to face me. The wrist I'm holding onto is ripped from my grasp, and both his hands have suddenly found the collar of my shirt, twisting it viciously as panic once again leaks into his voice.

"Dean, I don't think you understand. Abaddon's got an army coming. There'll surround us in seconds, and even if they can't get into the bunker, we'll be trapped. We need to go. Now," he urges, shaking me roughly.

I shake my head again. "Sam, no. There's no way we can let the demons get a hold of anything in this place. And we can't afford to leave any of it behind either. Only choice is to go down fighting. We secure everything but one entrance, then let 'em in. Record an exorcism and project over an intercom like we did with Henriksen. Whatever it takes. Plus we've got an angel on our side," I reason, nodding to Adriella as she comes back into the room, dropping supplies and weapons at her feet and taking off again.

"You're fucking insane," Sam growls, shoving me away from him and into the wall behind us. I grunt in surprise but manage to catch my balance, still leaning against the wall. "There's no way we're getting out of this alive if we stay Dean." He shakes his head, beginning to pace in front of me. I observe quietly, watching the exact moment he decides to switch tactics, his features shifting to convey the epitome of empathy.

"Look man, I know this place is home to you," he starts. "I know what it means to leave, but we can't stay here. We'll die. And we're wasting time arguing about it. I'm gonna go get Kevin. Get to your room and start shoving crap into duffels, okay?"

"No," I say again, leveling my gaze to meet his. He stares back in shock. "I agree we need to get Kevin and Cas to safety, but like I said, the stuff in this bunker is priceless. Irreplaceable. And we can't risk the demons getting a hold of any of it. So you can go if you want to, and God knows I won't stop you. But I'm staying."

Sam gapes at me, mouth open, but the words won't come. He's nailed in place, searching my face for any sign that I'll back down. I know he finds none.

The clatter of guns as they hit the floor pulls me away from the pain that radiates from Sam's disbelieving face, though not before I see the first tear makes its way steadily down his cheek.

I clench my jaw, reigning in my own emotions as I turn to face the source of the noise. "Dean, you need to come with us," Cas pleads, a handful of weapons scattered at his feet. "The bunker will be swarming with demons in the next few moments. Abaddon will not stop until she finds a way in, and believe me, she will. You are not safe here."

I smile sadly at the former angel. "We're not safe anywhere anymore Cas. But I can give you guys a head start. I'll be right back, keep packing," I say, an idea quickly forming in my head. With that, I spin on my heel, leaving my brother and Cas frozen in surprise. I allow myself to revel in the fact that I can run again as I aim for the basement stairs, sprinting past a startled Adriella on the way.

I stumble my way past endless rows of lore books and files that hold countless records of supernatural activity, dropping to my knees when I see the box I'm looking for, shoved into a corner at the very end of the long aisle.

"What's the rush Squirrel? Haven't gathered enough acorns for the chilly season yet?" Crowley's voice echoes mockingly from behind the walls of the dungeon as he listens to my frantic movements on the other side. Ignoring the jibe, I grab the box and jump back to my feet, running for the stairs once more, only to hesitate halfway. With a heavy sigh, I set the box down and go back for the King of Hell.

"Well well, back so soon Dean? Would've expected it to take at least a week to make it all the way back down here, what with the way you've been moving lately," Crowley remarks as I push open the doors to the dungeon. His smirk fades when I stride towards him, no longer burdened by my limp.

"Hold on, what happened there?" he asks, squinting at my repaired leg.

"Don't worry about it," I reply, grabbing the keys to his chains off the wall. His eyes widen slightly in surprise.

"Alright, I'm gonna lay it out for you," I say before he can comment. "Abaddon's on her way over here with an army of demons. Right now. My guess is you don't want to be left down here all tressed up if and when she finds a way past all the warding. So, here are your options: you either stay here and get torn to pieces, or you help us gank the bitch that somehow managed to take over your whole operation," I say, waggling the keys in front of him. He stares at me for a moment, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, alright," he says after a moment, rolling his eyes and holding his chained hands out for me. "Let me make a call."

"I grabbed a lot of the stuff from your room Dean." Sam automatically starts talking as though I hadn't just run a mad sprint to the basement when he hears me re-enter the main room. He's got six or seven duffel bags laid out on the table in front of him and he's busy shoving things into them, swearing when one of the zippers snaps. Flustered, he turns to face me. "We need to leave n..." he starts to say, freezing when he sees the box in my arms and the King of Hell standing a few feet behind me, handcuffs still in place on his wrists and a surly expression on his face.

"DEAN WHAT THE FUCK?" Sam bellows, automatically raising one of the shotguns he'd been packing, aiming for Crowley's head, despite the fact that he knows it won't do much.

"Sammy, relax, he's on our side," I say calmly, moving to stand in front of Crowley. Sam stares at me incredulously for what seems like the tenth time in the past ten minutes.

"I don't know what you're thinking right now, but whatever it is, it's fucking idiotic," he says, shotgun still raised, his jaw tightening with the rest of his coiled muscles. "And what's in the box?" he asks, motioning with the gun. I watch the recognition dawn on him as he seems to realize that he's pointing a gun at his brother. He drops it quickly to his side, an apology making its way to the forefront of his expression. I nod knowingly, my mouth quirking into a slight smile. It's okay Sammy, high stakes situation here. It's all good.

"Come look for yourself," I say, shifting the metallic box slightly as I move to set it the table.

Sam pulls off the lid, and I watch warily as his expression changes from one of curiosity to downright anger. "No Dean. Hell no," he says, shaking his head furiously.

He turns to look at me, eyes wide and pleading, but eventually he is drawn back to the box again, expression hardening as he takes in the stacks of explosives and the charges nestled at the bottom.

Stay tuned! Adriella's POV is next...