ROAR!

HA! Scared you, didn't I?

ESwan- YAY! *happy dance* And they can be together forever and ever and-wait...what? And yeah, sorry but Cas is still a bit crazy. :(

keacdragon- thanks! :)

Guest- yeah, i suppose he is. And a new show? WHERE?

So, Erik FINALLY texted me back. Here's how it all went down.

*Hey Erik! So you should totes give me Supernatural. PLEASEEEEE!*

*No. Who are you?*

*Dude! Come on! I'm stupid_nickel! And what if I give you Sam's puppy-dog eyes? :D*

*Still no. How did you get this number?*

Yeah, so I still don't own Supernatural (YET) but we're working something out.

Chapter 11 – Sandwiches

Krysta, Dean, and Sam stood around a small table. On top of it was a large bowl containing a nun's bone, sharpened at one end to a point. Beside that was a smaller bowl of blood. Dean was reading from, what Krysta had learned was, Kevin's translation of the Word of God.

"Well one thing's for sure," he spoke softly, "we only got one shot. This thing don't reload."

Sam shifted uncomfortably. "Do you think Crowley's—"

"Double-crossing us?"

Krysta nodded. "Probably," she said grimly.

Dean gave her a hard look. "Well you gotta figure who he wants dead more; us or Dick." Dean put the journal down and sniffed.

"Depends what Dick offered," pointed out Sam as he added Crowley's blood to the rest. "Here we go."

Scratching the back of her neck, Krysta cleared her throat. "Okay…um…so do we…uh…"

"There's no magic words, nothing." Turning to his brother, Dean nodded. "Just go."

"Alright then."

Sam poured the blood mixture over the bone carefully. Afterwards, he and Dean looked around expectantly.

Krysta couldn't resist.

"BOO!"

She cackled when the two of them jumped. Shrugging at their glares, she raised her hands in defense. "What? Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You two were just too tense!"

Scowling, Dean looked around one final time. "Where's all the thunder and lightning?"

"Uh, maybe it worked?"

Krysta shot him a "yeah-because-that's-reassuring" look. "Awesome," she snarked.

All three of them jumped when Castiel appeared behind them holding three plates of sandwiches.

"So, none of this should cause you any ill effect. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and lettuce and tomato, and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I slaughtered it for the ham. Here," Castiel handed them each a sandwich. "You need your strength."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Thanks, Cas."

Sam, however, was hesitant. "Hey, Cas, why was Crowley so certain that you needed to come with us?"

Krysta was about to protest, but Castiel answered quickly. "Crowley's wrong. I'll be waiting right here. Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity."

After Sam took the plate from him, Castiel disappeared.

'Okay,' thought Krysta, 'something's up. He answered way too quickly.'

As much as Krysta wanted to believe her uncle, there was a part of her that was protesting, nagging, trying to convince her that Castiel wasn't being totally honest with them.

She started eating her sandwich as she debated herself.

'But why would uncle Cas lie to us?'

'To protect his own skin. He's changed since we saw him last.'

'Not that much!'

'He opened Purgatory! He swallowed the souls for power and double crossed the King of Hell!'

'That was to defeat Mr. Teenaged-Mutant-Ninja-Angel, though. He had to do that! If Raph took over Heaven, imagine what could happen!'

'Fine, believe that if you want. But after that, he decided that he was the new God!'

'He just—'

'AND he broke down Sam's wall! You heard how big a mess he was!'

'Okay, BUT he took Sam's crazy onto himself! He's still good!'

'Krysta, he killed Balthazar. You've got to know that something's changed. As much as you want to believe it, he's not the same guy who was your uncle before.'

'…'

'Look—'

'At least he's trying.' The part of her that defended her uncle had grown small, quiet, and weak. The other part of her wasn't exactly rejoicing either.

'I know he is. But he's hiding something.'

She caved. 'You're right. Good sandwich, though,' she sniffled.

'Yeah, good sandwich.'

*waves pocket watch back and forth in front of the computer*

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