Cas frowned and Dean and Sam exchanged looks again. I was starting to see what the books meant by saying they could have conversations with their eyes. "Well, we're almost home now, so you and Cas can hit the books, or maybe Cas can pop upstairs, see what he can find out there." Dean said to his brother after a while. "Home? Wha... You guys have a home?" I looked around, not knowing what I was expecting. Maybe an old house, a bit dilapitated, but comfy, or a nice bungalow, with high hedges for privacy. But I saw nothing of the kind. Sam smiled. "Yeah... Our grandfather, from dad's side, left it to us, so to say. We normally don't take people there, but I think hiding you from Crowley and his goonies is paramount now."
"Crowley? The crossroads demon? Why would he be interested in me? I never dealt my soul." Sam smiled again. "He's gone up in the world since Chuck stopped writing. He is the King of Hell nowadays. So, yeah, I'd say he is very much interested in you. Odds are he sent those blackeyed basterds after you in the first place." My blood turned to ice. "Oh crap..." My hand curled around my feather protectively. I didn't like the sound of that. King of Hell. I thought Crowley ruthless and cunning. A dangerous person to have sit on a throne... Especially the throne of a place like Hell. I wanted to curl my wings around me, but I couldn't, so I burrowed into Baby's upholstery as much as I could. I felt very small and scared. A brooding silence fell inside the car, as it sped down a blacktop two lane road.