As soon as Dean had ended the child murdering man-witch, he found himself back in the living-room at Bobby's.
"Well, that was just plain..." Dean said, as a familiar looking stranger who was about Sam's age, maybe a year younger looked at him oddly, stricken at first, and then sadly.
"I guess it's time then." the woman said as she nodded down at the odd amulet that was at Dean's feet.
"Time for what?" Dean asked.
"For me to say good-bye." the woman said as she went into the kitchen and grabbed ingredients for a summoning ritual.
Less than ten minutes later, the demon Crowley who had had the Colt that had turned out to be completely useless against Satan was standing in the living-room.
"I'm going to need your help with something, and before you ask, it's already been bought and paid for by Crowley." the girl said the instant that Crowley opened his mouth to speak when he realized that he was somewhere other than his house sipping on a glass of his favorite scotch.
"You're asking the impossible." Crowley said from his spot beneath Bobby's Devil's Trap. "When the angels went in to get Dean here, they locked Pandemonium down so tight that not even Lucifer could get in. Nobody's getting in or out of there, ever."
"When have you ever known your friend and mentor to not have a back way out?" the woman asked as she revealed a rather interesting tattoo of a winged serpent with sunglasses that was wrapped around an apple on her left hip, and cut into the apple, causing a bite to be taken out of it, and a vial to appear in her hand.
A rather nervous looking Crowley vanished. An hour later, he reappeared with the dark haired stranger from the video who looked rather worse for wear. The dark haired stranger who incidentally had yellow eyes.
"It's time then?" the demon asked as he snapped his fingers and went from rags to a look that the Crowley who'd had the Colt could only wish to pull off.
"So, Lucy, been saying your prayers and going to church every Sunday like a good little girl?" the demon who gave off similar vibes to Azazel asked as he stalked towards the woman.
"Yes." the woman who had been the girl in the tape replied.
"Good." the yellow-eyed demon said an instant before he stabbed her in the heart.
When Lucy Winchester woke up to find herself on a visit with her little brother whom she hadn't seen since she was eight, she realized that phase one of the plan was complete, and it was up to her to pull off the far trickier phase two, which was to break into Crowley's old garrison and use the celestial lock picks he had given her just in case. The tattoo the demon had given her the day she had made that deal had been drawn on more than just her skin.
The "Just in case" seemed to be necessary as Team Free Will was short one angel.
As she was trying to figure out how to get out of her personal heaven and into where the angels hung out Ash turned up.
"Weird." Ash said as he looked at her. "You used to be over in the kiddie section up until a few hours ago. I think I ran through one of your birthdays trying to get somewhere else. What's really weird though is that I could swear that I met you, the adult you, shortly before I died."
"Ask and you shall receive." Lucy muttered before she went and asked Ash for help.
It seemed that luck was on their side. Aziraphale had been locked up rather than killed, probably having been held in the hope that he would be of use if Crowley, the True Demon, not his little copycat Fergus, decided to interfere with the Apocalypse and somehow managed to do so despite the efforts that had been taken to prevent such from happening. Crowley was a wily little bastard who had slithered away from any number of teams that had been sent out to kill him, and Aziraphale was pretty much Heaven's only hope of finding him. Aziraphale's loyalties were called into question however, hence the locking up.
Fortunately, Crowley had anticipated this probability, and had given her the metaphorical key. As she carefully picked the locks, hoping Ash's little hack job would keep her under the radar, she reflected that now, when she was so close to fulfilling her end of the bargain would be a very bad time to be caught. She didn't know what Crowley the elder would do if he was stuck waiting forever for his friend.
"Thanks dear." Aziraphale said as he was released from the much too small cage.
"Oh, and before Crowley goes and revives me, the answer is yes." she said.
Two minutes later, as she found herself back in the world of the living, she discovered that it was indeed like being chained to a comet as Jimmy Novak had said. It would all be worth it though. Her family was protected. For as long as she kept to her end of the bargain, no demon, True or Low could touch her birth family which had been of a long line of vessels.
As Sam and Dean stood in Bobby's living room prepared to kill either Crowley or both, the woman whom Dean had known for about an hour and Sam had known since they were children opened her eyes. When she did so, it was obvious that somebody else was home.
"Hello dear." the angel Aziraphale said as he smiled at the taller of the two Crowleys.
Somehow, despite being in the body of a woman who had been raised by a Marine, a woman who was dressed in a pair of low-cut jeans and a nearly skin-tight tank top that was more lace than shirt, Aziraphale still managed to look gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.