Hey guys!

keacdragon- thanks so much! I thought it would be kind of funny if Krysta had the books :P

o0Paradox0o- hahahaha yeah, probably ;) We all know Dean's a fan xD

Guest- it this CelleryFallenAngel again? hmm... And yes, that's exactly why Crowley wasn't allowed ;P HOLY CRAP! THE YED! That makes TOTAL sense. Purgatory and all that... Yikes! And you got one right ;)

Anywho, hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 15 – Supernatural

Sam rubbed his face with his hands. Castiel was certain that they couldn't do anything about getting Dean and Krysta back. He laughed bitterly. At least Dean was alive this time; it would be easier than escaping Hell.

He hoped.

Sam decided that he needed to be productive. If—scratch that—when Dean and Krysta got back, they'd be pissed if Kevin was still with Crowley. He chuckled; Krysta especially. But how the hell was he going to get him back? Sam scratched his head and turned to the angel.

"Hey, Cas?"

"Yes, Samuel?"

"Crowley has Kevin…"

"Yes, he does."

Sam stared at Castiel in disbelief. He didn't get it. "We need to get him back," he elaborated.

Castiel's eyes widened. "Oh. Of course," he nodded his head vehemently. Then, Cas tilted his head. "How?"

Sam sighed. "I have no idea."

Dean stared at the bookshelf in disbelief. He scrubbed his eyes with his fists, wondering if he was hallucinating. Nope. "Seriously Krysta, why do you have the entire series of Supernatural books?!"

Krysta continued looking for her spell book, not bothering to look up. "Why do you know what Fifty Shades of Grey is about?"

"Don't change the subject," Dean scowled.

"Fine," Krysta sighed. "My aunt Becky got them for me. They were a present."

Dean's eyebrow rose. "Aunt Becky? Who's that? Is she hot?" He yelped when Krysta through a particularly heavy book across the room, narrowly missing his head.

"Perv. You know her already, anyways. She's a big fan of Sam's."

Dean scratched his head as he thought. Already knew her? Fan of Sam's? She couldn't mean…

"Now you've got it," Krysta said, snickering at the shocked look on Dean's face. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he was able to speak.

"So why didn't you ever stay with her?"

Krysta started to scan another shelf of books, brushing the dust off the spines so she could read them. "In case you haven't noticed, she's kind of crazy. HA!" With a cry of victory, Krysta pulled a large, ancient, leather-bound book off of the shelf. She held it up for Dean to see before placing it carefully on the table and opening it.

Dean sauntered over to her, his hands in his pockets. "So why'd you keep 'em?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you keep the books then?" A smirk grew on his face as she mumbled something quietly. "I'm sorry?" he held a hand up to his ear. "I didn't quite catch that."

Krysta glared at him. "I said, they're a pretty good read. And to be frank," she looked down at her hands shyly, "I really did miss you guys."

Dean ruffled her hair. "Aww, missed you too, kid."

Krysta ignored his comment and went back to searching for the spell. Getting them out of Purgatory was going to take a lot of juice.

About forty-five minutes later, Krysta found it. Dean, who was snoring on the couch, was abruptly smacked upside the head with a copy of Bedtime Stories by Chuck Shurley. "Up and at 'em, Sleeping Beauty!" Krysta crowed as Dean started and fell to the floor.

"What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"I found it!" Krysta beamed and clapped her hands together. "Here's what we'll need."