This chapter contains only one scene from Abandon all hope, but I thought I'd list the episode anyway. The rest of the episode will be covered next chapter.

Episodes: 5.10 Abandon All Hope…

Harry placed the thin sheet of paper he'd been handling back into the envelope and slid it into the briefcase. The paper, or rather parchment, was nigh on a century old and rather delicate. It also held a death curse. It was one of the four recovered items that he'd traded the colt for.

And how convenient it was that of the remaining missing items from the broken into vault one was a warding sigil strong enough to keep him away from the user. He was certain Crowley had simply neglected to return it after realizing its worth. Ah, well, Harry had kept the colt's bullets. He supposed two 'businessmen' were sure to cheat each other in some way in the end. Although Harry's withholdings could be replicated easily enough.

He was more worried about a certain coin that had gone missing. It seemed innocuous and most people wouldn't suspect the thing to be powerful, but looks were quite often deceiving. The coin corrupted the carrier irreparably. It could turn a saint into a mass murdering psychopath in under a week and not even Harry could reverse its effect. It wasn't much trouble if it fell into the hands of a demon as they were already corrupted beyond salvation, but in the hands of a human or angel it would wreak havoc.

"Harry."

Harry glanced up. "Anna." He greeted with a nod. "Is everything alright? I take it your new assignment is going well."

She scowled, but he could sense the relief that his giving her a purpose had brought her. She'd felt useless before and it agitated her to be stuck on the sidelines. "Everything's fine. I just came to make sure the papers were all signed."

Harry patted a stack of paperwork sitting to the right of his desk. "All done. Your house is paid for in full, as is the house for the kid and his family. How are the parents acting? The memories are taking well?"

She nodded. "They seem completely convinced that they decided to move there for a job opportunity."

"Is Jesse alright with everything?" Harry asked leaning back in his chair.

"Yes, he's still having issues controlling some of his powers but his bursts of random magic have gotten less frequent."

After acquiring a new vessel for Anna that the angels would have a harder time identifying through followers Harry had sent the woman with Jesse to California. She had agreed that it was vital for the kid to learn how to control his powers so that he could remain on the down low and escape the notice of both the angels and demons that hunted for him. According to Jesse's parent's memories she was his new math tutor and their new neighbor. It allowed Anna to be close to the family and even closer to Jesse without being suspicious.

"He asks about you a lot." Anna said taking a seat. Her medium blonde hair flopped over her shoulder. "He wants to know if you'll visit. You haven't seen him since that night. I think he wants to thank you."

Harry shook his head with a small smile. "I can't. It puts him and his family at risk. You know that."

She nodded, albeit hesitantly. "Maybe I could bring him here." She quickly continued as he opened his mouth to argue. "Just for a few minutes. You saved the kid's life, and you gave him an option to stay with his parents. It may not be ideal but I think he realizes that he could be way worse off than he is."

Harry placed a hand on his face and let out a sigh. "Maybe, but not now…and not here."

She raised a brow. "Why not here?"

"I can only put up the most basic of wards here to make sure any sort of client can find me. That's means it's not exactly secure."

She nodded understandingly. Her brothers only needed one hole and the right timing and they would try to take Jesse out. It was better that they make a place as safe as possible if they were going to do anything risky like exposing the kid. It had taken Harry weeks to get wards up around the new house for the Turners, or as they now remembered themselves, the Millers.

Anna's eyes drifted to the suitcase she'd seen Harry fiddling with when she came in. "What's in there?"

"Some of the stolen items from my storage room. They were returned to me not long ago."

"So how many are left?"

"Two or three."

"Let me guess…the important ones?"

Harry didn't dignify the question with an answer. He was sure the look on his face said enough.

"I should be getting back." Anna said glancing up at the clock on the wall. Harry nodded.

"Send my greetings." He said absentmindedly moving papers from one area of his desk to another. "Oh, and Anna…"

She nodded holding up a hand. "I know." She said vanishing from her chair.

He'd called her out on her reckless behavior several times now as a sort of reminder not to do it again. He'd told her ages ago she'd gotten her final warning. That if she purposely sought out another angel that was bent on killing her he'd leave her to her own devices. He was sure her death sentence from the angels was part of the reason she'd taken to Jesse. After all, angels normally felt deep seated hatred for cambions.

Harry felt the small twinge in his mind that let him know Gabriel was entering his wards. Sure enough moments later the angel was on his chair leaned forward unwrapping the largest candy bar Harry had ever seen in person.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Harry asked stretching and feeling a satisfying pop in his back.

"I've been thinking…" Gabriel trailed off popping piece of the chocolate into his mouth.

"Dangerous business that, best to do it in moderation."

Gabriel gave him an unimpressed look. "You and I…we're on the same boat. The boat's sinking. Why not form a partnership so we both keep floating?"

"A partnership for mutual benefit?" Harry smiling amusedly. "I believe that's what I suggested in that particularly unwelcoming warehouse."

"Consider this my acceptance speech then." Gabriel said with a scowl obviously wishing to take the credit for the idea so he had leverage later.

Harry held his hands up placatingly. "So be it." He didn't exactly have many level headed allies at the moment. He didn't have the option to turn the angel down. Besides, annoying habits aside, Gabriel was in fact strong. Harry pulled out his desk drawer and retrieved an open red envelope with an invitation inside. "I assume you got one of those?"

Gabriel picked it up curiously, sliding the invitation out and reading it over with interest. "Nope." He said succinctly after a moment tossing it back in Harry's direction. "What? Want to rub it in my face that you get invited to the fancy parties and I don't?"

Harry smirked. "I thought you wormed your way in to the Norse legends as a god. Isn't that how Loki was born?"

Gabriel shrugged. Between them sat the invitation to a meeting of gods. It seemed perfectly innocent just sitting there with the date still months away from the current time, but the calling together of deities meant there was a general unrest among them.

"Well, I'm sure my constituents won't mind me bringing a plus one." Harry said sliding the invitation back into his desk drawer.

"You want me to go?" Gabriel asked raising an eyebrow.

"As Loki." Harry agreed. "Something tells me they're not calling the meeting to have a poker tournament. Something is going to go down there. Having backup isn't exactly a bad idea."

Gabriel was nodding obviously thinking about the implied cooperation.

"Consider it the first planned act of a partnership."

Gabriel grinned in an all too familiar way. "Sure thing." He settled himself back in his chair. "So did you figure out where all those demons are going?"

Harry shook his head. "Yes, and no." he said rubbing his eyes. "They're all heading to the Southwest but I can't figure out exactly where, and I definitely haven't figured out why. All I know is that the whole area is going off the scale with omens. My phone has practically exploded with phone calls from hunters wondering if I know what's going on."

As if to emphasize his point the phone began ringing from its position on the side table. Gingerly Harry stood grabbing his phone and pressing the green button to answer the call. "Hello."

A concerned female voice poured through the earpiece, and Harry had to fight the urge to groan. "Yes, I'm aware."

More frantic words from the woman.

"No…" He could feel her about to start talking again. "Do try a different source love. Between the calls I've been getting all day and the paperwork I've been working on I haven't had the chance to check into it. Call me back tomorrow." Without any more exchanges Harry hit the disconnect button and tossed the phone onto his desk.

"Well, if we're going to be working together I thought you might want this. It seemed like something that might catch your interest." Gabriel said tossing a newspaper onto Harry's desk. Harry grabbed it examining the overly large headline that was printed across the front.

'Town Struck by Sudden Illness, Thousands Die' Harry raised an eyebrow unimpressed. He'd lived through the bubonic plague a few times, human illness was hardly a new concept to him. "Your point?"

"And here I thought you were one step from omnipotence." Gabriel said shaking his head. "Pestilence… my brother's groomsman, I think it's safe to say he's behind that."

"I gathered that. I'm trying to figure out why you think I care." Harry said tossing the newspaper to the side.

"Look, I know you're going after Death's ring." Gabriel said with a shrug finally giving in and taking another bite of his chocolate bar. Harry was surprised he had withstood the urge that long.

"In a manner of speaking."

"You're having the Winchesters go after it."

Harry's eyes narrowed.

Gabriel shrugged. "They have big mouths. I figured you'd have learned that about them by now." Gabriel paused to open the wrapper further on his candy. "The thing with the Winchesters is that they have a habit of screwing people over."

Harry raised an eyebrow. All his sources said the Winchesters were good to their word.

"Don't give me that look." Gabriel said waving his hand. "Sure, they hold of their end of the bargain fine, as long as it suits their purposes. Usually when it comes to deals with people… well… more than human… they get a little trigger happy. You're more likely to come out of this with a bullet in your forehead than with the ring in hand. So I recommend a bit of…insurance. I take it you have a reason that you're not going after the ring yourself so I recommend you find something the Winchesters want just as much. Then you trade."

Harry was leaning forward listening to the angel's plan with rapt attention. He had had a feeling the Winchesters might try to keep the ring once they found it. It was a powerful artifact after all. He figured he might end up having to fight for it, but he hadn't thought to formulate a backup plan to trade for the ring. Which was quite narrow sighted of himself if he had to admit it. "What makes you think the Winchesters are interested in Pestilence?"

"I heard it through the grapevine." Gabriel said with a smug smile. "But it's less Pestilence himself and more his ring."

"Another ring?"

"Yep. Word is there are four of the little buggers and when you put them all together, whoosh, the door to dear old Lucy's cage is wide open again."

"There's a way to get him back in that contraption?"

"If the rumor's true." Gabriel conceded.

Harry slid the paper back over to examine the headline again. "Grand Island, Nebraska…" he muttered.

"So are you gonna go for it?" Gabriel seemed completely indifferent.

Harry considered the page for a moment longer. "I don't see a reason not to. Having a backup plan is never a terrible option. Do you know if the Winchesters have collected any of the other rings?"

"From the sounds of it they have one. War's ring. In fact, story is you were there when they got it."

Harry blinked. "If I was I don't remember it." He said stretching. "Should I take it that you're staying behind again?"

Gabriel put a hand to his chest as if offended by the mere thought. "What kind of partner would I be if I did that?"

Harry eyed him for a second before shrugging. He didn't care whether or not Gabriel tagged along as long as the angel didn't get it his way when it came to doing something important. "Shall we?"

Both were gone an instant later making the trip to Grand Island in seconds.

St. Francis Medical Center looked like most hospitals Harry had seen in the US. A red brick exterior with wide windows to make it seem less ominous. Though the slightly deteriorated signs and over packed parking lot did little to make one feel at ease. The sheer number of people packed into the place made it seem like stepping inside would lead to one's demise in and of itself. Harry had never been happier to discover his immunity to human diseases all those years ago.

Still, the thought that this place was literally laced with disease didn't exactly up his desire to step foot inside. He tilted his head to side and motioned for Gabriel to follow him. The side door Harry found was locked, as expected, but with a small twitch of his finger it unlocked and Harry pulled the door open gesturing for his angel counterpart to enter first. Harry followed behind relocking the heavy metal door.

Inside they found themselves faced with a long white hallway as was typical for hospitals. A few people bustled about too busy with their jobs to notice the new comers who seemed somewhat out of place in their clothing that wasn't scrubs. Harry started at a sedate pace down the hall. "So how do we find him?" Harry asked Gabriel without glancing over. "I imagine I'll be able to recognize him once we're face to face, but this is a rather large hospital. I'd rather not search every ward room by room."

Gabriel shrugged. "Look for the sickest people and hope he's there?"

Harry frowned, but accepted the suggestion. He pulled out a small badge from his pocket and flicked his wrist at it. The lettering shifted into a passable replica of a CDC badge. He charmed a second badge for Gabriel and tossed it over. The angel caught it.

"What's this for?" he asked flipping open the cover and grimacing at the name inside. "Dannie Anderson?"

"Don't complain or I'll make it something worse." Harry said placing his badge back in his inside pocket for easy retrieval. "It's in case we get stopped."

Gabriel grimaced but placed the badge in his own pocket. Harry stopped once they passed through a set of double doors to consult a plastic board with directions on it.

"The ICU maybe?" he muttered.

"Couldn't hurt to check." Gabriel inserted.

Harry shrugged and they made their way for the elevator. Harry scanned every person they passed with analytical eyes to make sure they didn't pass Pestilence on their way up. When the elevator doors opened on the third floor Harry had to fight to keep his hand away from his mouth. People were sprawled in chairs lining the entirety of the room they'd just walked into. Almost every one of them seemed to be sick to some degree. Harry motioned for Gabriel to follow him as he exited and took swift steps around the packed room until he'd moved past the surprisingly empty nurse's desk and into one of the adjacent hallways. Something was pulling him in that direction.

Voices could be heard from one of the rooms to the right and it set Harry on edge for a moment though he couldn't place why. He froze just outside of the door realizing why it seemed out of place. In this whole building they'd yet to hear a person who didn't at least sound like they had a severe cold and this person, a man if Harry's hearing was correct, didn't seem to be sick in the slightest. "I think we've found him." Harry muttered back to Gabriel who just raised a brow.

He nudged the slightly ajar door letting it slowly creep open to reveal the room beyond. An old man lay in the bed there and a younger man half sat on the edge leaning forward and examining the older one. "Come in. Shut the door. You know you're not to leave it open." The younger said without raising his head to see who'd entered, but it was obvious he was expecting someone else.

Harry motioned for Gabriel to follow him in and he shut the door behind him flicking his hand so that it locked as well. Best to remove the chance of Pestilence darting out of the room or backup finding him. "Pestilence I presume?" Harry asked moving away from the door.

To the younger man's credit he didn't flinch nor even seem scared at the unexpected guests he'd received. He simply put down the older man's hand and turned in their direction in a calm manner. From the lack of response and the flat line on the machine to the side of the bed Harry deduced that the man was either dead... or disconnected and in a very deep sleep. He was betting on dead though. "I'm afraid I don't know your name." Pestilence said a bit of curiosity leaking into his tone.

"Harry Potter at your service." Harry said with a wan smile.

"Loki." Gabriel said with a bit of a wave.

"What can I do for you?" Pestilence said moving to the side of the bed and grabbing a small notepad to jot down something. "Since you know that name I assume you didn't come here for a check up."

"Your ring." Harry said eying the bright metal band. He saw no reason to skirt around the issue or lie.

"What about it?" Pestilence said pen stopping in its tracks.

"I've come for it." Harry said meeting the horseman's eyes. Instantly Harry felt several rather odd disruptions in his magic. They only lasted a split second and Harry was amused when he figured out what it was. "Oh that's cute."

Pestilence seemed a bit wary now for some reason Gabriel couldn't identify. He glanced between the two men curiously.

"Ebola, meningitis, and…is that…syphilis?" Harry said head tilted to the side with curiosity. "I'm sure you could do worse too, but really what's the point?" He extended his hand. "Your ring, if you would."

Pestilence eyed Harry's hand for a moment. "Why should I give it to you?"

"It would save you pain, for one." Harry said flippantly.

"I die without this ring!" Pestilence yelled.

"Nonsense." Harry said with a scowl. He didn't take well to being yelled at and he was barely restraining the urge to smack something against the horseman's head for his tone. "You'll leave that body and become incorporeal again, but you won't die. Nothing can kill Pestilence. There are always new diseases being spread."

Pestilence actually seemed to ponder that statement for a minute. "What makes you so sure?"

Harry shrugged. "You pick up the inner workings of the universe when you've been around as long as I have." He said nonchalantly. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"The easy way being me giving you the ring, and the hard way being…?"

Harry reached into his jacket and retrieved a small, sharp knife. "You lose a few fingers." He said with a ghastly grin.

Pestilence eyed the blade for a moment longer then seemed to think about something intensely.

Harry sighed. "I don't have all day. Just give me the ring and you can be back wherever the hell you please spreading illness to your heart's content. Right now you're at the beck and call of a pathetic whiny angel, and it's that ring that binds you. You can't really want that."

Pestilence stared at the ring for a moment before looking up and smirking. "I suppose not." He said slipping the ring off and vanishing. The thick silver band clunked down onto the floor and rolled just a bit before coming to a rest. Harry smiled bending down to pick it up.

"Well, that went better than I expected it to." Gabriel said staring wide eyed at the ring now resting between Harry's fingers. "I swear you could convince the Queen she was a street mouse if you tried hard enough."

Harry pocketed the ring and made for the door. "That wouldn't have worked if he didn't despise his situation." He said with a roll of his eyes. "Lucky for me your big brother makes a terrible boss."

Gabriel snorted but didn't disagree. Harry smirked. "Back to your office then?"

Dean splashed holy water across the possessed human's face and watched the resulting cloud of steam with some morbid sense of satisfaction. Sam shook his head at his brother's enthusiasm. "I always liked that part." Dean said with a smirk as he turned back to the demon. "So, you want to tell us what the devil's planning?"

"I don't know!" The man hissed desperately. They'd captured the demon hours ago and they'd been trying to get a fix on Lucifer's plans ever since. Needless to say they'd been doing some less than pleasant 'interrogation' tactics. "I told you I don't know!"

Sam was hesitant to believe the demon, but after everything they'd done it was getting harder and harder to doubt that this demon really didn't know anything.

"I'm just a grunt!" The demon continued talking, pleading. He was exceptionally talkative for a demon. "How would I know anything about 'him'?"

"Well you'd better hope you have something good to say." Dean said pulling the demon killing knife from his jacket and picking his nails with it. The demon's wide eyes followed the deadly blade.

"Y-you want something that'll kill the devil right?" the demon asked eyes never straying.

Dean snorted. "And a 'grunt' like you knows about something that can do that?"

"The colt!" The demon said desperately. "The colt could!"

"Yeah, maybe, but you don't have the colt." Dean said confused by the demon's trail of thought. He nodded to Sam who stood fishing out the small book with the exorcism rights written in it. Sam had insisted they try to remove the demon through exorcism in case the host was still alive. Dean had caved in after about thirty minutes of Sam's annoyed huffing and disapproving looks.

"Shit, no!" The demon looked terrified now as Sam began the ritual. "I don't have it but I know who does!"

"Yeah. So do we." Dean said with a smirk. "Sorry, outdated information isn't going to do you much good."

"No, no, no, no, no you can't know!" The demon panicked. "He just got it recently! You can't know!"

"Who just got it recently?" Sam asked stopping the ritual.

"A demon." The demon replied, clearly being vague in hopes that he could buy more time, for what they were unsure.

Dean and Sam shared a look. How did a demon have the colt when the last person they'd seen it with was Harry? "Which demon?" Dean asked leaning forward and holding the knife at the ready.

"Crowley, his name is Crowley. King of the crossroads." The demon got out and then something seemed to change in his expression. A normal person may not have detected it, but Dean had been doing his job for a long time. He spun on the spot; knife plunging into the stomach of his would be attacker.

Sam started up the exorcising ritual again in case there were any other unexpected visitors on their way. A scowl graced his face through the whole thing as the demon returned to pleading for them to stop. Dean took a step closer and Sam halted his words again. The demon quieted a bit.

"So you say this Crowley guy has the colt. Where can we find him?"

The demon shook its head, eyes wide. "I don't know…"

"We'll see about that."

Sam threw the bag of weapons into the trunk and slammed it closed. "Do you think he was telling the truth?" he asked moving toward the passenger door.

Dean shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

Sam sighed. "You know we could be walking right into a trap."

Dean smirked as the Impala roared to life. "Sam Winchester having trust issues with a demon? Well better late than never."

"Thank you again for your continued support." Sam snipped rolling his eyes.

"You're welcome." Dean smiled as they pulled onto the interstate heading for Bobby's to meet up with Jo and Ellen.

"You weren't all that gung ho about getting the colt before now. What changed?"

Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Sam watched his brother's harsh gaze at the road. "It's Harry isn't it? You didn't think we'd be able to get the colt from him."

Dean glanced over just for a moment, but it was enough for Sam to know he was right. "No Sam, I don't think he would have given us the colt. I mean, why would he? What's that going to get him in the long run?"

Sam sighed. "So do you think the colt can kill Lucifer?"

Dean shrugged. "It's worth a try, but you know even if it can…you can't come with-"

"Dean." Sam said warningly.

"Look, if I go and it doesn't work. Fine. We lose a game piece, but if you go it's like we're handing him his vessel."

"You're not a game piece Dean, and Lucifer can't use me as his vessel unless I say 'yes'. So where's the danger?"

Dean bit down retorts.

Dean and Sam watched from a distance as Jo drew the property's guards to the entrance. They took a moment to make sure they were in the clear before hopping the fence and hightailing it back toward the entrance to help their fellow hunter. They made it just in time to see Jo knock one demon down flat. Without hesitating in the slightest Sam lunged forward and stabbed the demon which had moved to attack Jo through the neck.

"Good timing." She said with a twitch of her lips as she pulled wire cutters from her small purse.

Sam tossed the knife to Dean who finished off the demon Jo had taken down.

"Let's get this party started." Jo said moving toward the house.

"Inside?" Dean asked following. Sam nodded. They would go inside to plant the trap while Jo worked on cutting the power.

Sam quickly picked the lock on the French door and they both moved cautiously toward where they could hear music and see flickering light. Sam pointed to a rug that ran from the room they had entered onward and got a nod from Dean who was watching to make sure no one got a jump on them. They knew Jo should be meeting up with Ellen about now outside and that gave them mere minutes to set the trap before the power went and they were intentionally discovered.

Sam grabbed a can of spray paint and began to spray a devils trap as hastily and correctly as he could given the circumstances. He popped the cap back on and flipped the rug back into its proper place just as the lights went out. The silence that was created by the lack of music in the next room was unnerving. Sam backed up so he was next to Dean again.

He'd barely taken another breath and drawn out the demon killing knife when a dark haired man appeared in the doorway near the devil's trap. "It's Crowley, right?" Sam asked trying to keep the demon's attention from the rug he'd just noticed was still slightly lifted. He felt his shoulders tense as Crowley took another step forward.

"So, the Hardy boys finally found me." He lifted his foot to step forward and then looked down to consider the rug and Sam knew they'd been found out. Crowley flipped the rug revealing the pattern and grimaced. "Do you have any idea what that rug cost?" he asked snapping his fingers.

Instantly two larger demons were restraining the brothers and Crowley withdrew a gun from his jacket. Well, not A gun, THE gun. The colt rested in his hands and the brothers knew then that the demon they'd interrogated hadn't been lying. "This is it right? This is what it's all about." Crowley said lifting the gun and leveling it at Dean's chest. Without hesitation Crowley pulled the trigger twice, but the bullets didn't hit Sam and Dean. They hit dead center in the foreheads of the demons restraining them. The Winchesters shared a disbelieving look. "We need to talk…privately." Crowley said turning and gesturing for them to follow.

Dean hustled after the demon worried that Crowley would simply vanish if he was out of their sight for more than a moment. Sam followed a bit grudgingly. This whole situation felt off to him.

"What the hell is this?" Dean said as they entered an office.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing?" he asked with a wave of his hand that sent the door crashing shut behind Sam who eyed it warily. "There's no reason you or anyone else should know this exists except that I told you."

"You told us?"

"Rumors, innuendos, and a quite convincing performance from one spare demon, all sent out on the grapevine to bring you here." Crowley said sounding a bit proud honestly.

"Why? Why tell us anything? And where did you even get it? Last we knew-"

"Your buddy Harry had it?" Crowley asked with a smug grin. "Nice bloke, easy to make a deal with if you know what I mean. But that's not the point. I want you to take this to Lucifer, and empty it into his face."

"Uh huh, and why exactly would you want the devil dead?"

"It's called survival." Crowley said setting the colt down on his desk. "Well, I forgot. You two are, at best, functioning morons."

"You're…functioning…morons." Dean attempted a witty reply and obviously came up short. Same was somewhat reminded of their conversations with Harry which quite often ended up being an insult battle.

Crowley sighed as if Dean's comment had somehow killed brain cells. "Lucifer isn't a demon remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're just filthy bags of pus. If that's the way he feels about you, what can he think about us?"

"But he created you."

"To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So, help me, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, damn it! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?" He held out the gun handle first and wiggled it a bit in offer.

Sam reached forward and took it with a frown in place. "Great."

"Great." Crowley agreed.

"You wouldn't happen to know where the devil is by chance would you?"

"Thursday, birdies tell me, he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri."

Sam glanced at Dean who nodded in return. "Great." He said putting the gun to Crowley's temple and pulling the trigger. A resounding click filled the room, and Crowley stared at the gun impassively.

A second passed and then he stood moving around the desk. "Oh, yeah, right. You'll probably need some more ammunition." He opened the center drawer to the desk.

"Aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? What happens if we go up against the devil and lose?"

Crowley slammed the drawer having retrieved what he was going after. "Number one, he's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three, how about you don't miss, okay! Morons!"

He tossed the small case to Dean and Sam moved closer as his brother opened it to reveal bullets for the colt. When they looked back up Crowley was nowhere to be seen.

I got halfway through editing this chapter and realized it was going to take me another two days to do it at the rate I was going. So needless to say I went ahead and released the chapter without editing all the way through. Hence any large number of mistakes you might find.

I'm sorry for the late update. Still having medical issues. In fact they're the cause of my inability to edit fast. I can't see the damned screen well enough to focus on the words.

Thankfully I have a doctor's appointment Tuesday that should at least get me on the way to recovery. We'll see.

I'll wrap up this depressing little author's note by saying I plan to edit this once I'm able to focus again, and I'm not sure how soon the next chapter will be out. Sorry again about that, but enjoy this chapter in the mean time, yeah?

'Til next time!

~Kanathia