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Chapter 17 – Overload

Sam and Castiel were trying to figure out ways to rescue Kevin from Crowley when a bright, white light appeared in the middle of the room. Sam braced himself for an attack while Castiel watched in wonder.

"Agh! Mother of all—would you get off me, jackass?!" Sam straightened up. He recognized that voice. The light dissipated and a wide grin spread across Sam and Castiel's faces. Krysta was sprawled out on the floor on her stomach, Dean had fallen on top of her in a position that couldn't be comfortable for either of them. "Dude! Get the hell off me! Your elbow's in my gut and I don't exactly appreciate your feet in my face! Move!" She pushed him off with a grunt and rolled onto her back, panting.

"Krysta! Dean!" Sam and Castiel cried. They pulled both into a hug, grinning.

"Agh, c'mon man," Dean pushed his brother away from him gently, smiling, "no chick flick moments!"

"Can't breathe, uncle Cas," Krysta gasped from his arms. Castiel let her go and the two smiled at each other. "Good to see you too, though."

"Dude," Dean was excitedly filling his brother in on what happened in Purgatory, Krysta rolled her eyes, "why didn't you tell me her safe house was so cool?! Seriously?!"

"Wha—"

"Wait." Krysta's eyes narrowed. "You were in my safe house?! Without my knowing?!" Dean and Sam shared the expression of a three-year-old being caught drawing on the walls with crayons. Before she could give them hell, Krysta noticed something. "Hang on. Sam, Cas…where's Kevin? Did you get him home?"

Sam ran a hand through his hair sheepishly. "Well…uh…see…"

"Crowley has him," Castiel told her matter-of-factly. Sam groaned. Castiel really didn't know how to deliver bad news gently. He shrank back from Krysta's glare.

"You idiots!" she shouted throwing her arms into the air. "You let the freaking King of Hell kidnap the one person who can read the word of God?!" She growled and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Looks like I'll have to clean up your mess…again!" And with that, she was gone.

It hadn't been too difficult to find Crowley. Krysta knew all his hiding places—not that he knew that. So when she showed up in the middle of his drawing room of safe house number five, he was shocked. "How the hell did you find me?!"

Krysta sneered, "That's for me to know and you to never find out." Looking over, she saw Kevin gagged and tied to a chair near the King of Hell's fireplace. His eyes lit up when he saw the half-angel. She growled, "Hand him over, Crowley."

"What, no 'please'?" Crowley asked snidely. Krysta crossed her arms. She was so not in the mood.

"You like being alive, don't you?" she asked, her head tilting to the side. "Here's the deal—Kevin comes with me, and I let you live…for now."

Crowley laughed. "Counter offer." He snapped his fingers and a dozen demons appeared, surrounding Krysta. "Leave and I let you live…for now." He smirked. Krysta chuckled and Crowley raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny, love?"

"You do realize I just got out of Purgatory, right?"

"And?"

"And that took a lot of power." A gust of wind came out of nowhere. It breezed through her hair and rippled the clothing of every demon in the room. Krysta's eyes began to glow as she grinned. "And there's still some left over." The entire room filled with a blinding white light—so bright that Crowley ducked under his desk and Kevin had to squeeze his eyes shut to avoid it. When the light and wind ceased, each and every demon Crowley set on Krysta had been reduced to a pile of ash. Crowley's face paled. He looked up at Krysta wide-eyed and she waved. "Buh-bye."

Crowley left before she finished her sentence.

Krysta smirked and started over to Kevin, trying to ignore the light-headedness she was feeling as she untied his wrists. He pulled off the gag himself and smiled warmly at her. "Man, am I glad you're okay!" he said.

Krysta returned the smile and was about to tell him the same, when she collapsed and everything went black.

"Krysta, come on, wake up!"

Krysta groaned, 'Let me sleep,' she thought grumpily. She opened her eyes anyways to see Sam, Dean, Cas, and Kevin hovering over her. Confusion seeped into her features. "Umm…hi?" Why were they staring at her?

"Thank God," Kevin sighed.

"What's wrong? Why do you guys look like you've seen a ghost?" Krysta sat up quickly—and regretted her decision instantly. She sank back down, feeling a wave of nausea roll over her. The answer to her question dawned on her. All the power she'd used to get her and Dean out of Purgatory, and then taking out the demons right after… "I overloaded, didn't I?" It wasn't so much of a question than a statement.

Sam nodded, "Kevin called us as soon as it happened. We thought you weren't gonna make it!" Dean ruffled her hair affectionately and Cas patted her hand. "So what happened?"

Krysta proceeded to fill the hunters in on what happened with Crowley, a slight blush creeping onto her face when she noticed Kevin gazing happily down at her.

'Well, this is interesting,' she thought when she felt her stomach flip-flop contentedly.