A/N: Here is the next chapter for you all! There is a surprise for you all at the end of this chapter! I decided to give it to you early.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

"You three are going to need these. Don't want you to be catching this virus too." The Doctor explained, handing them three masks and waited until they put them on. "Now, if you three will follow me."

Sam, Dean and Natalie followed the doctor through the main lobby and through a set of doors, that led to a patient waiting room. Dean messed with his mask a little bit more and laughed. "Hey, check it out—I look like the King of Pop."

Dean looked over at Sam and then Natalie, seeing different expressions written in their eyes. Sam's was light, but Dean could sense the light scolding in them. While, Natalie on the other hand, her eyes were crinkled at the sides, telling Dean that she was smiling, amused by his little comment.

"Too soon?" Dean eventually said.

"Yeah." "Kind of." Sam and Natalie answered together.

"Now, don't get me wrong, I'm glad the CDC is here, but what we really need is vaccine." The Doctor said, interrupting the moment between the three hunters.

"You got that right." Dean looked around at the numerous incoming patients.

"Well, tell me, have you noticed anything unusual about the strain—Any signs of behavioral change, like aggression, maybe?"

The Doctor stared at Sam, "Excuse me?"

"What he means is, the flu victims, have they shown any signs of being aggressive...perhaps having homicidal tendencies?" Natalie put in.

"Uh...symptomatically speaking, we're looking at a relatively mild case of swine flu here. Probably add up to a miserable week off of work, and that's about it."

"So, nothing unusual." Dean added, trying to get more of a clarification.

"Hmm. Well, day and a half ago, we didn't have a single case. Now we're looking at over 70. The infectious equivalent of a briefcase bomb. So, yeah, I might call that a little unusual."

"Day and a half." Sam repeated, looking over at Dean and Natalie.

"Yeah, that's the same time those statues started crying."

"I'm sorry. What was that?" The Doctor questioned. "Did you just say a bunch of statues started crying?"

"What? No. Who would even—'

"Who would say that, huh? Crazy people."

"Exactly."

"Which we are not."

Natalie slowly shook her head at Dean and Sam's attempt to cover up what the doctor had overheard. The Doctor looked over at Natalie, expecting her to add something, but only received a nod from her.

"Just...get us some vaccine." The Doctor stated before turning around and walked away.

"Glad we got out of that." Dean said quickly.

Natalie pulled out her phone and dialed Bobby's number and put the phone up to her ear. After a few rings, Bobby's voice finally came through. "Hey, Bobby, we just got done checking out the hospital.

"And let—'

"Wait, Bobby, let me put you on speaker." Natalie pulled the phone away from her ear and put it on speaker, leaning up towards the front seats of the Impala she held the phone out in front of her in between Sam and Dean. "Okay. Go Bobby."

"Let me guess what it was—another steaming hot pile of swine flu."

"Yep."

Sam leaned over to the phone. "But, it doesn't make any sense Bobby. Pestilence touched down here. I'm sure of it."

"But why is he dealing them soft serve like swine flu when he's got the croatoan virus up his sleeve." Natalie inched the phone closer to Dean as he spoke. "I just don't get it."

"Doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing. What matters is this is the fourth town he's hit—that we know of—and we're still eating his dust. Did you get anything? We got even a clue at what his next target is?"

"Uh, no pattern we can see." Sam spoke up.

"Okay. Well, far as I can tell, he's heading East. So...head east, I guess."

"Bobby, we're in West Nevada. East is practically all there is." Dean remarked.

"Yeah, well, you better get to driving then. Call me when you get something."

Natalie pulled the phone towards her. "Okay, Bobby. Will do." Natalie ended the call and put her phone back in her pocket.

"Say...I've got an idea."

Natalie looked over and saw Crowley sitting next to her. "What the hell?" The car then suddenly swerved to the side and came to an abrupt halt.

"Nad, watch out!" Sam called out as he turned and reached in the backseat in an attempt to stab Crowley.

"Did you get him?" Dean asked.

"He's gone."

A small knock on the passenger window caught all of their attentions. "Fancy a fag and a chat?" The three of them look at each other, before exiting the vehicle and Sam and Dean were quick to approach Crowley. "You're upset. We should discuss it. Not here..."

"You want to talk?" Sam stalked after Crowley. "After what you did to us?"

"After what I—' Crowley huffed in disbelief. "What I did to you?! I gave you the colt!"

"Yeah, and you knew it wouldn't work against the devil!" Sam loudly accused, the knife still in his hand.

"I never!"

"You set us up. We lost people on that suicide run—good people!" Sam seethed, his grip on the knife tightened.

"Who you take on the ride is your own business! Look, everything is still the same. We're all still in this together."

Sam's eyes narrowed and he raised his knife. "Sure we are." Sam went to stab Crowley when he disappeared again.

"Can you please call off your dog." Crowley whined, now standing behind them.

"Give me one good reason." Dean said.

"I can give you Pestilence."

"What do you know about Pestilence?" Dean questioned.

"I know how to get him. That's got your interest, doesn't it?"

Sam scoffed and looked over at Dean, seeing the pensive look on his face. "Are you actually listening to this?"

"Sam—'

"Are you nuts?!"

"Shut up for a second, Sam!"

"Alright, all of you shut up!" Natalie called out, her eyes glaring into both Sam and Dean, who both backed down from their little dispute. Her attention then turned over to Crowley. "After all that you did, why should we believe you?"

"Look, I swear, I thought the colt would work. It's an honest mistake. It's all part of the learning process." Crowley looked over at Dean and Sam, making sure that they were in fact listening to him. "But nothing's changed. I still want the devil dead. Well, actually, one thing's changed. Now the devil knows that I want him dead. Which, by the way, makes me the most buggard son in all of creation."

"Holy crap. We don't care." Dean answered, his tone filled with no empathy.

"They burnt down my house!" Crowley suddenly called out. "They ate my tailor! Two months under a rock, like a bloody salamander! Every demon on hell and earth's got his eyes out for me! And yet...here I am...last place I should be—In the road, talking to you three, under a friggin' spotlight!"

Crowley raises his hand towards the street light above him and it explodes. He turns back to them, his head cocking to the side. "So come with me. Please. Do you want the horsemen rings or not? Yes, I know all about that. Shall we?"

Crowley walked over to the Impala and opened the back passenger door and looked over at the three of them, neither of them had moved. "Come on. Let's go!"

Dean looked over at Sam and Natalie, giving them a reluctant nod, then made his way over to the drivers side. Sam and Natalie look over at each other, their expressions showing that they weren't to enthusiastic about all of this. Natalie sighed, finally giving in and walked over to the Impala and got in on her side of the car.

Sam, Dean and Natalie follow Crowley up to an abandoned, rundown house. "Here we are. My life on the lam." Crowley commented.

Natalie looked around and behind her. "It's really homey."

Crowley opened the door, allowing them to follow him in. "How the mighty have fallen. Single-pane glass, used contraception in the fireplace. The water damage alone—'

"My heart's bleeding for you." Dean replied, not wanting to hear Crowley's little complaints. "Now, how do you know about the rings?"

"Well, now...I've been keeping a close on you lot." Crowley replied smugly.

"We got hex bags. We're hidden from demons." Sam added, setting his bag down on the table.

"All but one." The three of them look up at Crowley, their brows creased with confusion. "That night you three broke into my house, our first date, my valet hid a tracking device in your car—a magical coin that easily trumps your little bags o'bones. It allows me to hear things, too—and, my, the things I've heard." Crowley paused, chuckling to himself. "So you want to cram the devil back in the box? Cunning scheme. I want in."

"You said you could get us Pestilence." Dean interrupted.

"Well, now...I don't know where Pestilence is...per se. But I do know the demon who does. He's what you might call the horsemen's stable boy. He handles their itineraries, their personal needs. He's who you want—believe me. He'll tell us where sneezy's at."

"Well, how do we get him to spill?" Dean suddenly asked. "Rip out his toenails?"

"No. Nuts at his pay grade don't crack. We bring him here, then I sell him."

Sam gave Crowley a puzzled look. "Sell him?"

Crowley waved off Sam's questioning look. "Please. I've sold sin to saints for centuries. Think I can't close one little demon?"

Dean shrugged in acceptance. "Alright, so where's this demon of yours?"

Crowley tilted his head and quirked an eyebrow. "Trust me I know where he is. And I will take you to him."

Sam scoffed at Crowley's lack of an explanation, then turned to Dean. "Why are we even listening to him, Dean? This is totally insane."

"I don't disagree." Dean replied.

"One big happy family, are we, then?" Crowley questioned, interrupting them. "Fantastic."

Dean turned to Crowley. "You ready to go then?"

"Yeah. Sam is not coming though."

The three of them raised their brows, surprised at Crowley's words. "And why the hell not?"

"Because I don't like you...I don't trust you...and—oh yes—you keep trying to kill me."

Sam shook his head in protest."There's no damn way. This isn't gonna happen!"

"I'm not asking you, am I?" Crowley interjected, his brows raising in a mocked questioning expression. "Because you're not invited. I'm asking you." Crowley pointed at Dean. "And perhaps the little miss can go as well. So, what's it going to be?"

Dean remained silent, as did Natalie, neither of them knowing whether to both go and leave Sam, or should they even trust Crowley. Last time they checked, they didn't have the best of luck when it came to demons.

"Fine. I'll go." Dean finally spoke up and turned to Sam and Natalie. "What can I say? I believe the guy. You gonna go, Nad?"

Natalie bit down on her lip and looked up at Sam, quickly, then shook her head. "No. I think I'm just going to stay here. I'm a little tired anyways."

Dean nodded, accepting her excuse, then picked up his coat and walked with Crowley out of the house. Sam walked over to the window, watching silently, as Dean and Crowley left in the Impala.

Natalie walked out of one of the room she had fallen asleep in, her hand rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She wasn't lying when she told Dean that she was tired. After he left, Sam told her to go rest and she found a decent place upstairs that she could sleep in.

Making her way over to the stairs, Natalie took them one at a time, her legs ridding of the stiffness from being asleep for, however, long she was out for. Reaching halfway down the stairs, Sam's voice began to come through, muffled at first, but as she slowly continued, it became more clear. Stopping near the foot of the stairs, Natalie leaned up against the wall, her head leaning towards the doorway in which his voice was coming from.

"And then Dean just walks out with Crowley. Saying that he believed him." Sam said into the phone, taking another drink from a bottle whiskey as he paced back and forth.

"Well, look, Sam, I got no love for demons, and, yeah this whole thing is crazy, but...I don't know. After a year of chasing up zilch, maybe it's time to go crazy."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, maybe." Sam then sighed heavily. "Hey, Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh...remember that time you were possessed?"

"Yeah. Rings a bell."

"When Meg told you to kill Dean, you didn't. You took your body back."

"Just long enough to shank myself, yeah."

"Well, how'd you do it? I mean, how'd you take back the wheel?"

"Why are you asking, Sam?"

"Say we can open the cage. Great. But then what? We just lead the devil to the edge and get him to jump in?"

"You got me."

"What If you guys lead the devil to the edge and I jump in?"

Natalie's eyes widened in shock and she went to walk in the room when she stopped herself, not wanting to catch him off guard.

"Sam—'

"It'd just be like when you turned the knife around on yourself. One action—just one leap."

"Are you idjits trying to kill me?!"

"Bobby—'

"We just got done talking your brother off the ledge, and now you're lining up to say yes?"

"It's not like that. I'm not gonna do it. Not unless we all agree. But I think we got to look at our options." Natalie quietly sighed in relief, but still, she wondered why Sam would even consider something like that. It was out of the question. There was going to be no debate about it.

"Well this isn't an option, Sam."

"Why not?"

"Well, for starters, ain't no way in hell Dean, myself or even Nad, are going to let you do this. And you can't do it. What I did was a million-to-one, and that was some pissant demon I was brain-wrestling. You're talking about taking back control from Satan himself."

"Yeah. Yeah, I am Bobby."

"Sam. It's called possession for a reason. You, of all people, ought to know."

"I'm strong enough."

"You ain't. He's gonna find every chink in your armor, Sam, and use it against you. Your fear, your grief, your anger. And let's face it—you're not exactly Mr. anger management. How are you gonna control the devil when you can't control yourself?"

Sam remained silent, mentally mulling over Bobby's words. "Like, I said, I am not going to do it...not unless we all agree. But, I'm just saying, if it comes down to it...this may be our only option."

"Have you told Dean and Nad any of this yet?"

"No. Not yet."

"Well, it doesn't take a genius to know what their answers will be."

"Yeah...I know." Sam sighed heavily. "Bobby, listen, I'm gonna go. I'll call you soon."

"Alright."

Sam pulled the phone away from his ear and ended the call, before sliding it back into his pocket. He raised the bottle to his lips, taking more drinks from it, as he walked out of the doorway he looked over and saw Natalie staring at him. His mouth fell slightly agape, surprised to see her standing there, and by the look on her face, he knew that she had heard.

"Nad..."

"Why would you even consider it, Sam?"

Sam huffed and walked over to the chair and sat down. "If we get the four rings...fine that's great. Then, how in the hell, are we supposed to get Lucifer inside?"

Natalie stepped off of the stairs and stood in front of him. "There has to be something else. Something other than you throwing yourself to him."

"If there was another way, we should have found it by now." Sam looked up at Natalie, his eyes dripping with a tired heaviness. "Lucifer is not just going to waltz right back into the cage."

"No. I know he isn't. But, Sam you can't just...throw your hat into the ring here."

Sam huffed out a laugh, taking another drink from his bottle, before setting it down on the ground. "Yeah, well, I might not have any other choice."

"What happened, Sam? First, you were all against Dean saying yes to Michael...and now you are more than willing to do the same?"

"What else are we supposed to do, Nad?!" Sam asked standing up from the chair, his voice had raised in volume, causing Natalie to jump. "We have no other leverage that we can use. No other way. When it comes down to it...I'm all we got at stopping this mess. The mess that I created. You're gonna need to wrap your head around that."

Natalie bit down on her lip, silently pushing past the slight harshness in Sam's voice towards the end of his little speech. "Well, then, I'm sorry."

Sam looked at Natalie, his face softening after realizing the harshness in his words. "Nad..."

"No. I'm sorry. Really. I'm sorry that I don't want you to give up. I'm sorry that I don't want you giving into Lucifer. I'm sorry that I hold on to tight to everyone I have left."

Natalie huffed out a laugh, running a hand through her hair. "Wow, I sound like a whiny brat don't I? But, you know what, I have been looking after my family for a while, always putting them before myself. But, right now, I'm gonna take this moment to be selfish for once. I don't want you to do this, because, I don't—I can't lose you. I'm not going to lose you."

Silence fell between both of them. Natalie pressed her hands against her face, not believing that she just went on that little rant of hers. If anything, she felt embarrassed, but, no regret. At a moment like this, Natalie knew that she might as well just let it out. Doing so wouldn't hurt her or Sam.

Sam, on the other hand, didn't expect that kind of reaction from Natalie. She was someone who had always kept closed about how she felt about certain things. Only a few times, has Sam been able to see this emotional side of her, and yet, it wasn't compared to this.

Natalie finally pulled her hands away from her face, but kept her gaze down, not daring to look at Sam. "Are you going to say anything?"

Sam shook his head, trying to rid of his initial shock. "I actually don't know what to say."

Natalie laughed and took in a breath. "Well, then, since I let all of that out...there's something else you should know."

Sam finally looked up at her, his brows creasing faintly in curiousness. "What else could there possibly be?"

Natalie pursed her lips together, debating about how she was going to lay it out for him. But, she didn't just want to come out and say it full on. Natalie mentally braced herself, as she walked towards Sam, her hand pressed against his cheek and leaned forward, her lips pressing against his.

Sam could feel his entire mind freeze, he was, in all honesty, completely surprised. Even though his mind was numb, Sam closed his eyes, his hand reached up and rested on the back of her neck, edging her closer to him.

Natalie broke the kiss, parting away only slightly, their lips only inches away from each other. "I heard you and Dean talking back at that hotel. You know, you two really need to work on making sure I don't hear what you are saying."

Sam couldn't help the smile that appeared and the small laugh that caught in his throat. He kept his eyes shut, resting his forehead against hers, Sam wrapped his other arm around her back, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"This is why I can't lose you." Natalie said, her hold on him almost seemed to tighten with each word.

Sam took in a breath, his hand rubbed her back soothingly as he pressed a quick kiss against her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, Nad."

SO! I was originally going to make this one long chapter, but, I decided to just end it with their first kiss. What did you all think?! Was it too cheesy? Or was it just right? Don't forget to leave me a review! Until next time! Xx