Two chapters in one night. Yay writing! Hmm what to say...
CeleryFallenAngel- I do believe I addressed your review in a PM :P
Umm...I don't own Supernatural. Things are gonna start tying into the episode so hang tight! :P If I own Supernatural, Castiel will come into my bedroom right now, wearing only his tie and trenchcoat, and eating strawberries. I'm waiting.
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I can wait longer. No biggie.
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Chapter 9 – Holly
Back at Bobby's safe house, Dean and Sam prepared to summon Crowley. They had the blood of an Alpha and Castiel, and the bone of a righteous man—or in this case, woman. All they needed to kill Dick now was the King of Hell's blood.
Dean threw the book of lit matches into the bowl to complete the summoning ritual and the two waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Dean and Sam looked around the room for Crowley. The ritual should have worked.
"Is he trying to make a grand entrance, or…"
Sam's eyebrows kneaded together. "I don't know."
Dean's eyes widened. "Son of a bitch…he's standing us up," he said in disbelief.
"Well, we summoned him, doesn't he kind of have to—"
"If Crowley wants to screw you, he'll screw you."
Frustrated, Dean moved to another table to clean his pocket knife—to distract himself. Crowley had been their last hope. Of course everything just had to rest on him. And now he wasn't showing.
They were so screwed.
"Or," Sam interrupted his train of thought, "he can't come cause something went wrong."
"Maybe," Dean allowed.
Their conversation was put on hold when someone knocked on the door. Sam grabbed his pistol and walked slowly towards it.
"Maybe it's good news," Dean commented. 'Not likely.'
After briefly looking through the peep-hole, Sam straightened up. Exasperated, he opened the door and Meg strode in.
She grit her teeth and set her jaw, clearly upset about something.
"You deal with him. I can't anymore."
"So," drawled Krysta, "Holly. Um, what are you doing here?" Holly had to be important. Why else would the Leviathans have her? Kevin could read the word of God, they thought Krysta was Sam Winchester, so what was her deal?
Holly looked up at her with a blank expression. "Sitting, I guess."
Krysta blinked in surprise. That was not the answer she had been anticipating. Holly telling them she was a hunter—sure. Grinning before eating her and Kevin—why not? But Holly's reply of "sitting" really threw Krysta through a loop. She wasn't exactly sure how to proceed.
"Are you a prophet?" Kevin's question was hopeful, almost pleading. 'Poor guy,' Krysta thought, placing a hand sympathetically on his shoulder.
Holly looked away and didn't reply. Absentmindedly, she took a bite of the licorice she walked in with.
Turning his back and walking away from Krysta, Kevin heaved a sigh. "So," he breathed, "basically I'm on my own then."
"Hey!" Krysta cried indigently. "What am I, chopped liver?"
Krysta could take a hit, block a blow, and give witty comebacks. She took things in stride. But she did not react well to people treating her like she was useless.
"Look, if you're really who you say you are," Kevin exploded, "then you aren't going to be much help! You don't have any powers in Sam's body and—"
Krysta's eyes flashed in anger. In Sam's body, she was a truly terrifying sight. She marched up to Kevin and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. Yanking him roughly towards her, high enough to look him in the eye without bending down too far, she raised a fist. Kevin whimpered, his eyes darting between the fist and Krysta's face.
"I am not useless," she growled. "I am still a hunter, and I'm a damned good one at that!"
Pushing Kevin away from her, Krysta stalked off into a corner of the room. She needed to cool down.
Krysta was still seething when Kevin walked over. "Look," he started tentatively, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I guess…I guess we're in this together. I didn't mean to upset you, it's just, I'm kind of freaking out here! I'm not a hunter, I don't know what I'm doing."
"Yeah, because it's a total cakewalk for me," Krysta snorted. "Swapping bodies with Gigantor happens every day."
"I guess…I guess we're going to have to work together then, huh? Truce?"
"Truce."
Kevin and Krysta shook hands.
With a yelp, Kevin pulled away as Krysta was surrounded by a white light before disappearing completely.
As he looked around frantically, Holly looked for patterns in the ceiling and took another bite of her licorice.