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Part 28:
"Okay, so where are we headed?" Kae slipped into the driver's seat of an old, beat up pick up truck that they'd managed to find up the road. Crowley stood outside the passeger side door, staring at it in what Kae deemed to be disgust. "Oh just get in already."
"Niveus Pharmaceuticals," he snapped. "Step on it."
"Okay here's a little tip - we did not seal the fucking deal here, so if you're gonna be a dick, I'll go by myself."
"Yes but our deal for after you trap Lucifer was sealed." Crowley's lips curled in a smug little smile. "Tell me who's a better kisser - me or Squirrel?"
"Fuck you."
"I'd rather not." Kae said shortly, slamming her foot down on the gas. "You told me this demon and Sam had a history. Fill me in. Now."
"Would you stop worrying? She can handle Crowley."
"Crowley's not what worries me." Dean retorted as he collapsed on an empty chair, beer in hand. "It's Lucifer finding out she's handling Crowley is what worries me."
Sam sighed exasperatedly. "I don't think -"
"If he doesn't know by now, he will soon - and he won't take it out on Crowley," Bobby pointed out, "He'll take it out on Kae."
"Exactly." Sam said.
Dean's stared at his brother for a moment. "I don't get why you're not worrying like we are."
Sam sighed and leaned forward over Bobby's desk, flipping a page in the book of lore he was examining. "I guess I don't see this as a problem."
"What do you mean, you don't see that as a problem?"
Sam shrugged.
"She has powers that match his own. Pretty sure she can handle him. What you don't trust her?"
"What? No of course I do...but she's working with a demon. That doesn't work out so well for us."
"Wow, gee thanks." Sam said sarcastically. "Drive that knife in a little harder, why don't you?"
"Sam -"
"No." Sam sighed and looked up at them. "I think she knows what she's doing."
"This sucks."
"What? You want to be convincing, don't you?"
"I'd be convincing in regular clothes. This is ridiculous." Kae looked down at the black dress she was wearing: a strapless one that hugged her curves and came down to just above her knees. She was itching to kill Crowley just for having her waste precious time to buy the damn thing - but that would happen after she burned the dress and destroyed the black pumps she had on; her feet were killing her.
"Look the point is to sell him, then interrogate him. Killing comes later." Crowley said patiently. "You can change when we get back."
Kae rolled her eyes and lifted the binoculars that hung around her neck up to her eyes.
"Damn it," she muttered seeing the security guard seated at his desk. "Demons?"
Crowley shook his head. "Human shields. Demons are up top - twelfth floor."
She sighed in frustration. "Alright, then. We'll have to find a way in through the back."
Crowley rolled his eyes. "Do you have to make everyhing so complicated?" he said exasperatedly before disappearing from her side and reappeared inside the building.
Kae swore silently as she watched him slit the throat of the security guard. "Shit." She was out of the car in seconds, walking as fast as the heels she had on would allow across the parking lot before she reached the front doors of the building.
"Door's open," Crowley called calmly as she stood impatiently in front of the glass doors. "What?" he said once she'd gotten inside, still staring at him in shock.
"You killed him?" she managed to say.
He shrugged.
"We're on a tight schedule. Come on." he gestured toward the elevator, but Kae didn't move. "Now you're squeamish? Please."
Kae flinched and followed him to the elevator. When it opened, she stepped inside, but Crowley didn't follow.
"Go get 'em, Kitten," he told her as the doors began to close.
Kae's hand came out in a flash, grabbing one door which stopped it from closing momentarily.
"You're not coming?!" she asked.
He shook his head.
"Oh no. It's not safe up there. There's demons."
She glared at him. "Yeah. I get that."
"Look, just do what I told you, a-and try to be convincing." he told her exasperatedly before taking her hand and pulling it off the elevator door. "It'll work like a charm. Trust me."
It didn't take her long to get through to the executive office once she'd reached the twelfth floor. The demon body guards that were stationed there were a piece of cake to take care of.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. A man was sitting at the desk, looking over some files. He looked up at her and grinned.
"Kaelyn Thomas," he said, eyes clouding over with black briefly before going to normal again. "Don't you clean up nice?" She didn't respond. "No appointment?"
She shook her head.
"Kind of an eleventh hour thing, Brady."
His grin faded at that. "You know who I am?"
It was her turn to grin as she advanced, lifting the knife and showing him its bloodsoaked blade.
"I know all about you - well, not Brady per se, but I digress." She sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. "I know you were part of a demon named Azazel's army, that you came to Stanford in Brady's body to manipulate Sam Winchester. You introduced him to his girlfriend Jessica Moore, and you also killed her, making it look like your boss did the same thing he did to Mary Winchester decades ago." her smile thinned out at the astonished look on his face. "I had a very thorough teacher bring me up to speed." she placed the knife on the desk but kept her hand on the hilt.
Brady shook himself and his face turned impassive. "So...down to business?" he asked and she felt a brief jolt of pleasure at the nervous tone in his voice. "What can I do for you?"
Kae leaned forward, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She saw his eyes drift briefly down to her chest (Pervert she thought dryly) before rising to settle on her face again.
"It's more about what I can do for you," she responded.
"Really?"
"Dean and Sam killed one of your brothers," she said abruptly, "I don't know about the other, but I'd assume Crowley killed him, seeing as he gave me the ring. We're keeping them," she added. "That's why I'm here." she took a deep breath. "I heard some folks say you wanted them back and you were willing to pay."
Brady's eyes narrowed. "Where are they?"
"Not here. But you want them, you'll come with me - nice and civil," her grip on the knife tightened, " - We'll get out of your little bat cave and we'll discuss a transaction."
"Who says I want them?" Brady asked casually.
That caught her off guard. "What?"
" .I want them?" he repeated, getting slowly to his feet.
"I told you," she said, "Folks,"
Brady chuckled at that.
"See, War and Famine, even if I could cram the rings back on their bony fingers - yeah he's not dead, but he may as well be without his ring," he added seeing the surprise on her face, "They're withered husks right now -Fetal position on the floor -All thanks to the Winchesters and that good for nothing son of a bitch Crowley." Without warning he grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up and out of her chair. "So I don't want the rings. What I want is retribution. And I'm gonna rip it right out of your ass!"
Kae gasped for air as Brady's fingers tightened, and then she felt herself smashing through the doors to his office as he threw her through them. She landed in a crumpled heap next to one of the demons she'd killed earlier.
"This is so good," she heard him chuckle as his foot connected with her side. "Therapeutic, for sure. You know, Kae. I really owe you one, sweetheart. I feel," he kicked her again, laughing at the groan that left her mouth, "so much," another kick, "better!"
Get up. Come on, Kae. Don't let him get the better of you. Get to the ground floor. Come on.
She took a deep breath and then kicked out at Brady, successfully sweeping his feet up from under him and knocking him to the ground. It gave her the opportunity to scramble back to the elevators and frantically close the doors before hitting the ground floor button.
Kae took the brief reprieve to remove the heels from her feet and then bolted from the elevator the second the doors opened.
"Good meeting, Kae. You know, I'm excited."
Fuck.
She turned around, breathing heavily, just in time to see Crowley throw a cloth over Brady's head. The cloth had a Devil's Trap drawn on it.
"Took you long enough," he said, exasperated. "Shall we?"
"How'd it go?"
"Fine, considering Crowley's a jackass who kept me misinformed and nearly got me killed," Kae tossed her cell down onto the empty passenger seat next to her.
"I'll kill him."
"Dean. Relax alright? I'm fine." she paused. "We got him."
She heard him sigh in relief at that, and her eyes shifted from the road to the rear view mirror where she could see Crowley carving something in Brady's chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" she cried.
"Calm down - extra insurrance to make sure he can't escape." he glanced out the window. "Don't take I-50. We want 93 North."
"I told you that's not gonna happen," she retorted. "Dean, we're heading back to you - but you have to listen to me right now - keep Sam away from this guy, alright?"
"Why?" Dean asked. She didn't speak for a moment. "Kae?!"
She took a deep breath.
"Let's just say, they've got history. I'll fill you in when we get there. 'Bye." she hung up.
Sam and Dean had set up shop in an old abandoned house, figuring it would be best if they didn't drag the demon all the way back to Bobby's.
Close to midnight, Kae pulled up into the driveway. Dean left the house to see her dragging her captive along witth her. Dried blood was matted in parts of her hair and smeared across one cheek. Her right shoulder had been scraped up pretty badly and there was a long cut on one leg. The black dress she was wearing was ripped on one side.
He didn't know what to say.
"You look...uh..."
"Like hell, I know. Don't ask." she shoved the demon at him. "Keep Sam away from him. I'm going to change."
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