The Impala was parked next to a lakeside, though, Natalie had no idea where exactly they were. She was pretty sure that Dean or Sam had told her, but her mind had been off in some other world. The only thing that she knew was that the colt had been given to a demon named Crowley. Therefore, all three of them were trying to track him down, with the help of Castiel of course.

Natalie leaned against the front of the Impala, with Sam next to her. Although this time, Natalie didn't feel as comfortable with being near him as she has before. She blames this on what Becky said to her back at the Supernatural convention. Those words have continuously looped around her mind, poking and prodding, forcing Natalie to acknowledge them. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt.

Natalie looked behind her, seeing Dean still on the phone with Castiel. He turned to her, giving her a small smile before focusing his attention back on the call. Natalie's lips lined in a faint smile and she turned back around. She slowly looked over at Sam, seeing a soft pensive look on his face. Once again Becky's words echoed throughout her head. "Shut up." Natalie whispered to herself.

Sam looked at her, his brows furrowed. "Nad?" Natalie cringed and looked up at Sam. "Did you say something?"

Natalie shook her head, "No." She adjusted her stance against the car and sighed.

"Going down? Right. Okay, Huggy Bear, just don't lose him." Dean said into the phone.

Natalie and Sam both turn to look at Dean, their faces expressing amusement at his words. Dean looked at them and then shrugged.

Dean remained silent for only a few moments. "That's okay, you did great. Sam, Nad and I will take it from here." At this Sam and Natalie stood from the Impala and made their way over to their sides of the car.

Dean gets into the drivers seat and begins to scroll through his contacts. "What are you doing?" Sam asked curiously.

"We are gonna need an extra hand at this." Dean answered, putting the phone up to his ear.

Jo and Natalie get out of the back of the Impala and walk over to the drivers side where Sam and Dean are waiting. Natalie cringes at the dress she is wearing and looks at Dean with a pout. "What are you pouting about, Nad?" Dean asked.

Natalie made a face at the dress. "It's just...not something I am used to wearing."

Dean shrugged. "I think you look pretty good. Don't you Sam?"

Sam found himself eyeing Natalie's outfit and quickly shook his head, snapping himself out of his trance. "Yeah, you look good."

Natalie sighed and smiled, "Thanks for the compliment guys." She looked over at Jo, "Are you ready?"

Jo nodded. "Are you?" The two girls look over at Sam and Dean before walking away from the car.

Jo and Natalie walk up to the gate, both of them pausing to take a breath. Natalie looked down at the evening dress and pulled at the bottom of it. She looked up at Jo, "There is a reason why I don't like wearing dresses of any sort."

Jo smiled and laughed quietly. "Yeah, well I think the boys would disagree."

Natalie smiled and laughed. "Yeah there are a lot of things they would disagree with."

Jo pushed the button on the intercom and waited for someone to answer. "Hello?"

Jo cleared her throat, "Hello. Our car broke down and we need help."

"I'll be down in a minute." The voice answered back. The gate doors open and two men walk out and approach both of them. "Evening, pretty ladies. Get yourselves on in here."

Jo faintly cringed and put on a fake smile, looking over at Natalie. "We just need to make a call."

"You don't need to call anyone. We're the only help you're ever going to need."

Natalie could feel a cold chill run down her spine and she tapped Jo on the arm. "It's okay. I think we both will just wait by the car."

Natalie and Jo both turned to leave when the man grabbed Natalie's shoulder, his eyes turning black. "We said, get your ass in here."

Natalie bit her lip then threw her elbow back, hitting his arm away. She grabbed him by the shoulder, yanked him forward, and brought her foot back hitting the back of his knee. Jo took out Ruby's knife and tossed it to Natalie, who spun around and quickly embedded it in the back of his neck. The man fell limply to the side.

Natalie looked up and saw the other man on his knees before Jo and rushed over, stabbing him in the back, twisting the knife for good measure. The body fell forwards and Natalie took a moment to look at the two bodies. She then looked up at Jo. "You alright?" Natalie asked.

Jo nodded and smiled faintly. "Good job." Natalie smiled and saw Sam and Dean coming up from the main entrance.

"Good job girls." Dean said, taking the knife from Natalie. Jo pulls out a wire cutter and looks up at them. "Okay. Shall we?"

Natalie, Sam and Dean quietly walked through the house, the lights were off, thanks to them cutting the power lines. Natalie's heels occasionally would click against the hardwood floor, causing Sam and Dean to give her a look. She sighed and quickly removed her heels and held onto the back straps. Natalie looked up at them giving them a 'are you happy' expression.

They walked up the main staircase and came to the end of a hallway that turned right. The three of them turn right and find a door that led to the only room in that hallway. Sam walks over to a rug that rested towards the door and lifted it up, quickly drawing a devils trap. They wait and the door finally opens as a man walks through.

"It's Crowley, right?" Sam asked.

Crowley looked up at the three of them, though didn't really seem surprised. He smiled faintly and began to walk towards them, but stopped when he notices the rug was rumpled. He leans down and lifts up the rug, finding a devils trap had been drawn on the bottom.

Crowley straightened his back and gives them a hardened look. "Do you three have any idea how much this rug cost?"

Three men come up behind them, disarming both Sam and Dean, and pinning their arms down. Natalie tried to struggle in the man's hold, only to have him tighten his grip on her arms. She gave up and looked back over at Crowley.

Crowley holds up the Colt for them to see. "This is it, right? This is what it's all about." Crowley aims the gun at Dean, causing Natalie's eyes to widen and her fight to break free from the hold picked back up. Crowley then adjusted his aim and shot the three men.

Natalie jumped at the shots and closed her eyes, thinking at any moment she would be hit. But, nothing happened. Her eyes opened slowly and she turned around, seeing the bodies on the ground. Natalie looked at the bodies and then back at Crowley. "We need to talk. Privately. Though, the pretty young lady can come too."

The three of them look at each other before walking, hesitantly, into the room. "What the hell is this?" Dean asked.

Crowley waved his hand and the door slams shut, causing Natalie to jump. "There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists, except that I told you."

"You told us." Sam said.

"Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine." Crowley responded.

"Why? Why tell us anything?" Sam questioned.

Crowley raises the gun towards Dean. "I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face."

Dean nodded, "Uh-huh". Then cleared his throat. "And why exactly would you want the devil dead?"

"It's called—" Crowley sets the gun down on the table. "Survival. Well, I forgot you two are functioning morons..."

"You're functioning...morons..." Dean replied.

"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, Lucifer created you." Sam said.

"To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. It Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next." Crowley raised his arms. "So, help me, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I mean sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this think and you go kill the devil?"

Crowley holds out the colt, handle first. Dean, Sam and Natalie glance at each other only to have Crowley wiggle the gun in front of them. Sam hesitantly reaches out and takes the gun. "Great."

Crowley smirked. "Great."

Natalie swallowed and cleared her throat. "Do you happen to know where the devil is?"

Crowley glanced at Natalie then reached back for his drink. "Thursday, birdies tell me, there's an appointment in Carthage, Missouri."

Sam looks at Dean then nods. "Great." Sam puts the barrel of the colt between Crowley's eyes and pulls the trigger, but it only clicks. Sam stares at the gun surprised while Natalie closed her eyes and sighed.

"Oh, yeah, right. You'll probably need some more ammunition." Crowley walks around to his desk and opens a drawer.

Dean steps forward, "Oh, uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?"

"Number one, hes 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!" Crowley called out, throwing something at Dean.

Dean opens it to find that it contains the bullets for the colt. Natalie looks up to find that Crowley is gone. She scoffed softly, "Well, isn't he just a ray of sunshine."

Ellen downs her fifth shot and sets the glass down on the table. "Alright, big boy. Your turn."

Castiel eyes the five glasses in front of him and then begins downing them one by one. Ellen, Jo and Natalie stare at him with amusement. Castiel sets down his last glass and looks at the women. "I think I'm starting to feel something."

Both Natalie and Jo smile and laugh. "Wow, Cas. Didn't think you could be a real drinker." Natalie said.

Castiel looked over at Natalie, his eyes blinking several times feeling a little buzz from the alcohol. "Natalie. Come over here."

Natalie stared at Castiel before walking over to him. "I have to do this before I forget...or before I can no longer do this." Castiel reaches his hand up and presses against her ribs.

Natalie could feel a deep burning sensation rush through her body and she stepped back, her hand flying up to her ribs. "Oh god." She let out a pained hiss. "You know Cas, you could give me more of a warning next time you do something like that."

Castiel adjusts his position in his chair. "I am sorry. But, I had do. So the other angels won't be able to get to you."

Natalie nodded her head and began to rub gently at her ribs. "Well, thanks for that Cas. I really should have seen that coming."

Jo laughed in amusement and got up from the table, "I'll get some more beers."

Natalie picked up her beer and drank what was left of it and placed it back on the table. She looked into the living room and saw Sam sitting at Bobby's desk. She sighed and walked over to him, taking a seat in the chair across from him.

Sam looked over at her and could see a worn out look on her face. "You okay? You look a little..." Sam motioned at his face. "..a little washed out."

Natalie smiled and laughed, looking over at Castiel. "Yeah, um, Cas thought it was good idea to go ahead and carve those symbols onto my ribs."

Sam smiled and nodded his head. "Not the best feeling is it?"

"Nope, it isn't. To be honest, I had completely forgotten about it. Though, really I should have seen it coming." Natalie leaned against her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "How are you feeling about the whole search for tomorrow?"

Sam shrugged, taking a drink from his beer. "I am not really sure, actually. It's just—I don't know how to feel about it. I mean going out and looking for the devil...not something you do everyday."

Natalie smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I know what you mean. To be honest, I don't know whether I'm scared or nervous...or what. I just don't feeling anything right now." Natalie bit down on her lip. "Maybe that's a good thing."

"Alright, everybody get in here! It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner." Bobby called out from the other. Natalie and Sam look at each other, both of them having smiles etched on their lips, then got up and walk into the other room.

"Oh come on Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken." Ellen said.

"Shut up. You're drinking my beer." Bobby responded. Natalie pats Bobby on the shoulder before walking over to the group. "Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by."

Ellen laughed at Bobby's response. "Well isn't it always good to have an optimist around."

Natalie stood in between Dean and Sam, though Sam wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She could feel a smile soon began to appear. Though, Natalie was actually surprised. Instead of having Becky's words buzzing around her head and that uncomfortable feeling, this time Natalie felt that fluttery feeling returning. And she had to admit, it was nice feeling that sensation again.

"Bobby is right." Castiel suddenly said. "Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth."

Natalie could feel her body tense and her smile slowly disappeared. Sam's hold around her shoulders tightened slightly, pulling her closer to him and she allowed her body to lean against his, as the camera flashes.

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