Chapter 2 – Devil May Care.
Madeleine's P.O.V
"So, Cas is human." Sam breaks the silence, as he walks up to me and Dean.
"Ish.-" Dean sits up, leaving me laying down alone. "I mean he's got no grace no wings, no heart… Whatever the hell he had."
"Okay, where do we call later?" Sam looks at me.
"He called me from a payphone, Colorado. I told him to make it to the bunker." Dean examines me.
"You think he can handle a road trip like that?" Sam lifts his eyebrows at his older brother.
"You know, Cas is a big boy. Things break bad, he knows our number."
"Now we have bigger worries." I look at Sam.
"Falling angels?" Sam asks me.
"Yeah." I look at him, Dean glances at me, and back at Sam.
"And now thanks to Metatron we now have a couple of thousands confused lose nukes walking down there."
"What do you think they're going to do." Sam turns around, looking at the trees.
Dean glances at me, "I got no damn clue."
"What about Crowley? You, ah." Sam motions kill.
"I would love nothing better than to ice that slimy bitch, but then I thought to myself, what would Sam Winchester do." Dean looks at Sam.
"I'd stab him in the brain." Sam states without thinking.
"Oh Sam." I laugh.
"Oh, well I figured, King of Hell might know a few things so why not so ah, why not zero dark thirty his ass."
Sam makes the "ohh" face. "So wait, Crowley is alive?"
Dean and Sam stand up. I turn to my side, and watch them. They walk up to the Impala, and Dean opens the trunk, and Crowley starts blinking.
"Oh yeah, he's the junk in my trunk."
"Dean, you meanie." I laugh standing up and walking up to both them.
"Huh."
I walk in the bunker just to be welcomed by an arrow, that doesn't even hit me. "The hell?"
"May? You're alive?" Kevin looks at me, he's hiding behind a table that was turned on the side, and a crossbow in his hand.
I lift my hands up like 'whatthefuckdude'. "Yeah, cause you're a crappy shot, Katniss" I take the arrow out of the wooden stair case, and make my way downstairs.
"It's been a couple of days, I haven't slept, or eaten. I'm pretty wacked up." He looks at me.
"Okay, over share." I look at him, and throw the arrow on the floor.
"After you three left, this place went nuts, there's some alarm, machines were freaking out, and the bunker just locked out, I couldn't open the door. My cell phone stopped working, I thought the world was ending!" Kevin was freaking out.
"Close." I look at him, "The angels fell."
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing good." Dean says, while walking down the stairs.
"Listen, next time the worlds ending-" I grab the crossbow out of his hands, "Grab a gun."
"And don't miss." Dean adds.
"I got service." Dean gets his cell out.
Kevin walks up to the machine and turns it on. "Maybe when you open the door from the outside, sets the system-"
"Yeah, okay, let's go with that." Dean interrupts Kevin.
Sam walks in, with Crowley, with a bag over his head and a pair of yellow headphones? I bet Dean put heavy metal on, for our favorite Demon.
"Hey, all good?" Sam asks.
"Is it ever?" I ask sarcastically.
"Come on." Dean starts walking up to them.
I look at Kevin who is looking at both Dean and Sam with scared eyes, "No." He whispers.
We put Crowley on a chair with a table, in the Devil's trap, with handcuffs, and a metal collar. Kinky. Then Dean takes the bag off his head and rips off the scotch tape.
"Oww." Crowley moans. "Hello." Without a warning Dean punches Crowley like there's no tomorrow.
"I never get tired of doing that."
Crowley coughs, and moans again, he looks around at the torture stuff "Homie, where did you get this fantastic little tree house?"
"Look here's how it's going to go, you're going to tell me the names of every demon and the people they are possessing." I order, holding a pen and a notebook in my hands.
"Am I, love?" He eyes me up and down, "Doesn't sound like me."
"I saw you break down Crowley, I saw the human part of you when I was trying to cure you." Sam smirks at him.
"Blah, blah, blah… Boohoo. Done?" He asks sarcastically. "Cause, this is what I know, I'm not giving you anything. Why would I?-" He stops for a little while and continues talking, "You have no leverage, darlings. You going to close the gates of hell? Because you didn't. You're not going to kill me, because you haven't. So what's left."
"We have a few ideas." Dean announces.
"Torture? Bring it. Can't wait to see Sam stilettos, and leather boots. Really putting th into S and M. Honestly boys, and girls.-" He looks at me, "What are you going to do to me what I wouldn't do for myself just for gigs on a Friday night."
We all share a couple of glances, turn around and walk out, closing the door/book case behinds us. Then Sam turns the lights out and we walk out.
As we make our way to the main room, we hear Kevin's freaked out voice.
"What's Crowley doing here?! Why aren't you stabbing him right now!?"
"Chill out bruv." I look at him, he just sends me a glare.
"We have a plan, we need him." Dean says, before sitting down.
"What?"
"Kevin, look. If we could get Crowley to give us the name of every demon he's got topside, we could hunt them down." Sam announces, looking at Kevin. "All of them."
"He will, break. Okay?" Dean looks at Kevin. "And when he does, we'll hold him down while you knife him, then we all go for ice cream and strippers." Dean smiles at the kid.
"Hey, no strippers for you mister." I point at Dean.
"Only if you'll dance for me." He raises his eyebrows.
"Get a room you two." Sam palm faces us, and finally looks at Kevin, "Just stay away from him, alright?"
"So now what?"
"I got to make some phone calls, you need to hit the angel tablet, to see if you could find anything on the spell that Metatron used to empty out heaven."
"And maybe we can reverse it, before the God's squad does too much damage." I state.
"If we're lucky. I'll check internet for something angely, or monstery, or ghosty, or… It's going to be a busy year." Dean looks at me.
"You don't say." I look at him, smirking.
"Yeah, or fallen angels." Dean speaks, as I watch him. "Well trust me, they're just monsters with good pr. So if you run into one, torch his ass with holy oil, oh and if they drop a silver sword grab it. Those sticks come in handy." He shifts his phone, from his left ear to his right. "Yeah, look I know this isn't what you want to hear." Silence, "Werewolf Siamese twins." Dean looks at me and winks, "Every time he drank, so if you ran into any problems give me a call, and ahh, spread the word. The more hunters know the better."
The infamous Impala stops, and I jump out. Just to be stopped by the disgusting smell of sulfur.
"This place reeks of sulfur." Sam says.
"Uhh.. You don't say."
"You won't stop saying 'You don't say' will you?" Dean asks annoyed.
"Excuse me, you never stop calling yourself awesome. So I don't know what your on about mister." I point out.
"Stink, with freak thunderstorms, every cow dead within three miles." Sam changes the subject.
We walk up to a woman dressed in an army uniform, "FBI we just want to look around." I speak showing my badge.
"Why? This is a military case not a federal one." She argues.
"Well that's not what our supervisor said." Sam looks at the woman.
"Is that so, then maybe him and I should have a chat." She crosses her arms.
"Excuse me lady, I don't have time to waste for your pathetic little excuses now let me go through." I snap at her, and start making my way to the bus. But she grabs my hand and pushes my into Dean. He catches me, and whispers in my ear, "You alright?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Sam says, and gets out his phone. "Hey boss, we're in the middle of a problem here, yeah local badge needs here a confirmation that we're supposed to be here, and that we came down from headquarters from bc. Yep." He finishes and gives the phone to the woman.
"This is sergant Miranda Bates, who am I talking to." After a short silence she smirks, "How old are you?" then she glares at me, "Listen kid, I don't have to do anything. And I don't take orders from peeps, unless you give me one good reason why you got a couple of pretty boy agents and a pretty girl, poking around my crime scene, I'm going to put them in cuffs, and spank your ass at the same time. Do you understand?" She says strictly. I swear this woman is getting on my nerves.
"What?" She says, "How did you find that?" Her face changed from strict to scared.
"Yes." After a silence she adds, "Yes sir." She fake smiles at us, "That's what you get for being stuck up." I smile at her.
Dean puts Sam's phone on his ear, "Kevin? What the hell did you just do." He motions for me and Sam to go. Sam grabs my hand and drags me with him.
As we enter the bus, there's three body's. Two men and one woman, Sam walks up to the man and opens his already opened shirt, to see a big red dot.
Dean walks in the bus, and marches his way up to me, "Hey, did you find anything?"
But Sam turns around and answers the question, "Yeah, he's got shot in the heart." He points with his hands.
"Is that what killed him?" Dean looks at the body.
"Maybe, but fifteen, twenty years ago." Sam looks at me, "Every one of these bodies have a fatal wound on them, two or three but they're all healed."
"So they've been meat suits." Dean points out.
I nod at him, "Bodies took a wound each, demons inside kept them alive."
"Probably." I look at them.
"I think they were possessed." Sam points out the obvious, "And now those soldiers are."
"Okay." Dean nods at someone; I turned around to see the same woman that had a go at us like ten minutes ago.
"Agents, we found this from the CCTV, I thought you might want to take a look at this." She hands us the tablet.
Three soldiers leaving the bus, and a forth one leaving at the back, the last one is obviously a woman. Sam taps on the tablet and pulls with his fingers zooming in. Its Abbadon.
"Seriously, Abbadon?!" Dean says loudly, "I thought you deep fried that bitch."
"I did."
"Well then how did she get back?"
"I don't know."
As we walk to the impala, we get the yellow tape lifted up by one of the police men. Because the boys are too busy arguing I turned around and smiled at the man, "Thank you." I winked at him.
"How is she walking then."
"No clue, why don't you ask her when we find her."
"Oh I will, and I'm going to chop her freaking head off. AGAIN." He points out the word again.
"Wow, Kevin slow down." I speak into the phone, as I turned the speaker on.
"She gave me these coordinates, 44.053051-115312786088 Franklyn and Tracy-"
"Franks a friend and we don't know Tracy."
"Well the lady said they're hunters, and that if you didn't go save them, that she would kill them."
"Yeah I heard that song before." I announce.
"Dean, who is she." Kevin asks Dean.
Dean grabs the phone out of my hand, and says, "She's the bad guy, alright new job. Dig up everything men of letter's have on knights of Hell."
"Knights of Hell? Sure."
"You find a way, to kill one. I mean permanently. Drop a dime."
"Thanks Kevin." I say, snatching the phone out of Deans hand, and pressing the red button.
"The numbers point us to the outskirts of Virginia. You know this is a trap right?" I ask them.
"Yep." Dean says, still looking at the road.
"And we're just going to walk in to it?" Sam asks.
"Guns blazing." Dean points. "You with me Sam?"
"You know it."
"Hey, what about me?" I look at them.
"You're not coming." Dean orders.
"What? No!" Try to argue, "I have the right-"
"To go back to the bunker." He finishes my sentence before I could.
"Dean-"
"Don't argue with me Madeleine."
"Well let me go with you guys and there will be no arguments."
"No."
After ten minutes of me sitting at the back seat with crossed arms, and a pissed of face. The Impala stops, "Out you go." Dean says.
"I hate you."
"I love you too." He winks at me.
I get out of the car and slam the door. I walk in the bunker and make my way to the main room.
"Sup." I say, staring at Kevin.
"I thought, you'll be going with them." He looks at me.
"Yeah, I thought that too." He drops his phone onto the table. "Anyways, want help me with searching for information?"
"Yeah why not."
I open the door and turn on the lights, we both walk up to the documents and start looking through them.
"Kevin?" Crowley asks. "Kevin I know it's you, I recognize that sound when you walk, I would recognize it anywhere. That's right." After a pause he adds, "Run, it's what you do. I understand, I do. You're what's the word? Weak."
Kevin turns around and starts walking the way that Crowley is. When he opens the door, he is welcomed by Crowley's voice, "Hiya Kev."
Kevin takes a couple of steps nearer Crowley, and I just stand there, lifting all my weight on one of my legs.
"So, what brings you to my tree house, handsome?"
"Can you tell me how to kill a knight of hell?" Kevin asks.
"Abbadon giving you trouble ey? Tell you what, you let me go and I'll spit a little horse for you. Sound good?"
"You're bluffing." Kevin says, walking around Crowley.
"You don't know."
"Oh, I know plenty." He pauses, "For example I know, she'd love you. Skinny, submissive, you're just her type."
"Shut up." I get in the middle of both of them.
"I forgot you're there love." He winks at me, "Fine, It's not what you came here for anyways. What's in your mind Kevin?" After a pause he adds, "You can tell me. We're friends."
I laugh at Crowley and without a warning I punch him. "Best friends forever." I put a squeaky girl voice on.
"You tortured me." Kevin started.
"I torture all my friends-"
"You don't have any." I interrupt him.
"That's how I show love." He says, ignoring me. "I was raised in dysfunctional home environment.
"You killed my mom!" Kevin shouts.
"Did I?" He pauses, "I mean, are you sure? Did you ever see her body? I mean how can you be sure she's dead?"
Without a warning Kevin punched Crowley, "Ugh." Crowley moans.
"You can do better than that little man."
Kevin looks at all the torture weapons, "That's right." Crowley smirks. "Let it all out." Kevin starts punching Crowley non-stop. But after a couple of punches I grab his arm "C'mon Kevin lets go." And try to drag him out, but he won't stop. He opens the cabinet and get's the torture weapons out, I turn around and make my way out.
After and hour I come back there to see, Kevin glaring at Crowley, and Crowley smirking.
"There, now that you felt your feels, maybe we can talk."
"Now, who would do that?" I ask him sarcastically.
"You would scream not talk." He winks at me.
"Kinky." I point out.
"So Kevin." Crowley turns to the boy.
"No." Kevin answers.
"Make it simple Kevin, let me go. And I'll give you back your mother."
"Because you are such an honest person, Crowley. You would give anything to anyone just because of your goodness in your heart." I spoke sarcasm dripping off my voice.
"She's dead." Kevin says.
"Oh she wishes she was. After what my demons do to her, she's begging for it. But when have you ever known me, to let anyone off easy." He pauses, "Think Sam, Dean or Madeleine care about her-"
"You do realize I'm right here." I point out.
"Think they care about you?" Crowley continues "You're just here to serve they're needs. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Idiot." I whisper turning around and walking away from the drama that Crowley is trying to create.
I hear the bunker door open, my gaze quickly shifts to whoever is walking in through the door. A guy with leather jacket. Dean. I quickly stand up and run up to the stairs, jumping on Dean and hugging him.
"You okay? No bruises, no demons?" I say as I check him.
"Everything is good." He lifts me up, and kisses my cheek lovingly.
"Kevin!" Sam shouts, while he has popcorn and a drink in his hands.
Dean let's me go, and we both walk down stairs, after a couple of seconds there's no answer so both of the brothers look at me, "Kevin!" Dean calls.
We all glance at each other and start rushing were Crowley is locked in, as we walk in the room. We only see Crowley sitting there alone, more bloody than he was before. He glares at Dean who has a protective arm over me.
"Who worked you over?" Dean asks.
"Martin Heywood, and Brandon Favors, pathetic." He sneers, "You want in tell, I want things too. Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement."
"So these are what then? Freebies?" Sam looks at Crowley, and laughs.
"Not at all, you can consider them fair trade for the enjoyment that Kevin gave me, and a bit of Madeleine art too."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean asks, looking at me.
"I punched him." I shrug my shoulders, "Couldn't stop myself."
"Kevin's my new favorite toy." He smirks. "Wind him up, watch him go."
"You check the names, we'll go find the kid." Dean orders. Me and Dean leave Sam and Crowley alone.
We walk out of the room, to see Kevin with a back pack ready to leave, "Where do you think you're going?" I ask him.
But he ignores me and walks past, "Hey, hey, hey. Hold up." Dean grabs his back pack and turns him around.
"Talk to us." Dean looks at the kid
"You keep me locked in here, I'm leaving." Kevin states.
"Like hell, man we told you not to talk to Crowley, okay? He messes with your head." Dean stares at him, "And you should've made sure he doesn't."
"Hey! You left me! I wasn't in the mood." I take the worst excuse from my excuse book.
Dean gives me 'areyouserious' look. "He told me my mom is alive." Kevin said.
"And he said if I let him go, he'll give her back to me."
"And you believed him?" I look at Kevin with the biggest 'yougottobekidding' face ever.
"He's still in there isn't he?"
"Crowley's lying-"
"And if he's not?" Kevin questions Dean.
"Well, is she is alive. Then she's dead."
I hit Dean at the back like saying shut up, but he continues, "In every way that matters, she is dead. Kevin I'm sorry, I know you're dying of guilt man, I get it. But out that door-" He points at the bunker door, "Is demons, and it's angels, and they would all love to get their hand on a profit. So even with Crowley here, this is still the safest place for you, it just is." Dean finishes.
"We need you man." I state.
"Cause I'm useful." Kevin looks at me, with tears in his eyes.
"Because you're family. After all the crap we been through, after all the good you've done. Man if you think that we won't die for you… I don't know what to tell you." Dean looks at Kevin.
"Because you, me, Sam, May and Cas, we're all we got. But if hey, none of that matters to you, I won't stop you."
Kevin turns around and slowly walks back to the rooms. I turn around and look at Dean smiling, "You've lost your touch cocky one." I smirk at him.
"It's all there." He points at his chest.
"Oh is it?" I grab his shirt and pull him closer to me.
"Dean!" Sam calls.
"Right in the middle..." I laugh.
"Kevin's passed out in one of the back rooms." Dean says as he skims through the books.
I lift my eyes up, from one of the books that I chose to read, and stare at him.
"He's a though kid, he'll bounce back." Dean announces, and pours some whisky for himself, Sam glances at Dean and nods his head.
"What's up with you?" The older brother asks.
"Nothing,-" Sam lets out a breath, "It's just, what Tracy said about me. She wasn't wrong." Sam looks with guilt at Dean.
"Sam, listen to me. You have helped hell of a lot of people, than hurt. So all of that, that was then, okay? Here's to now." Dean raises his glass of whisky, and they both clink them, "Yeah… Because you didn't forget me guys." I said.
"Sorry." Sam laughs.
"You and me are having a different conversation after this." Dean lifts his eyebrows up, staring at me with a pedo face.
"Anyways, are you ready guys?" Sam asks.
"For what?" I ask him.
"Fallen angels? Abbadon, Cas losing his halo, Crowley in our basement."
"Feel like living in a sick cam, what about you. How's the engine running?"
"Honestly, I feel better than I have in a long time, I mean I realize it's crazy out there, and we have trouble coming before us, but I look around and I see friends and family. I'm happy with my life. For the first time, in forever. I'm, I really am. Things are good.'
"Never better." Dean adds.