Crowley stepped up to me and I stepped back until I felt my wings brush the concrete wall. Crap. Too many things coincided with my vision... "Then tell me, my dear, how would you even know of me, let alone that I am who I am?" He traced his hand along my jaw and I glared at him. "Chuck Shurley." That made him chuckle. "Oh dear... Another fangirl. Then you should know about hunters too, darling. That means you lied to me... I don't take kindly to being lied to..." I huffed. "Right, cause you're the posterboy of honesty..." Another dark chuckle. "You could be Squirrel's little sister, with remarks like those. Too bad for you, he dropped out of my good books, otherwise I might have been inclined to forgive you for not cooperating, not dying and for dusting up my boys. Now, I think I will just have to take care of you myself." I pressed my back to the wall, feeling the rough surface scratch my wings, and fought down the anxiety coursing through my veins. I clenched my fist around Handsome's keys, making the cold crystal peeking out between my index and middle finger. This was only going one way now... "You are a charming guy, Crowley, but I'm a grown girl. I can handle my own stuff." I sassed and swung with all my might. The golden crystal sliced a neat cut in the King of Hell's cheek and he looked genuinely surprised. "OW!" He dabbed at his cheek and examined the blood on his fingers. The cut slowly healed itself, as I already knew it would, and Crowley looked nothing if not totally pissed. "Well, I have to admit you have spunk, my dear. Too bad it will kill you." he said and pulled a long, thin blade from his inner pocket. "That's an Angelblade. How the Hell did you get your slimy claws on that?" I asked, taking care to sound surprised.
The King of Hell smirked. "Oh I have my resources. Besides, since the angelwars, these things are in surplus." Angelwars? Right, I still had to talk to Cas and Gabe about that... "Now, where were we?" Crowley mused. "Oh, right. I was going to kill you." he said, matter-of-factly, and pulled his arm back slightly, getting ready for the kill. I could see it in his eyes. 'Any time now guys...' I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable, when I heard a painfully familiar voice shout out. "No! Gwenny!" In a flash, I opened my eyes, only to still see Gabe jump in front of me and get impaled on the Angelblade. I screamed. "Gabriel!" Crowley looked surprised, then smug and overly pleased. The light coming from the body in front of me, was intense and I screwed my eyes shut. When it had dimmed again, I opened my eyes to find a body slumped against me. I sank to my knees and hugged the cold husk, curling my wings around it. "Gabriel?" Crowley asked, wiping his Angelblade on his silk kerchief. "The Archangel? Wasn't he dead? I mean... already dead. How can I have killed him again?" I glared up at him, unable to speak. "Crowley!" Sam's voice rang out, clear as a bell. Then Dean followed. "Crap... oh, you're in for it now, asshat." He gave the King of Hell a pointed look. "Big man won't be happy you killed his fourth son." Crowley blinked. "Seriously? You expect me to believe that? God? Hadn't he skipped out? Gone out to lunch or something?" Thunder growled outside. "You were saying?" Sam tossed in, a smirk on his handsome features. Crowley gulped. "I think you should go, you limey cockroach. We'll try and put in a good word for you, seeing you did help us at times." Dean said as he squated down next to me, while outside more thunder rolled. "You ok?" he asked. Silently, I nodded.
Cas winged his way in, and I saw his black wings a second before he folded them. "Crowley..." he said in his gravelly voice. He looked over at me and his face became a mask of shock and pain. "You idiot... you killed the last true Archangel. I don't think my Father will be very lenient towards you." The thunder got louder. Crowley ran his finger along his collar, as Cas slipped out his own Angelblade. "You leave and leave this girl alone. She is under our protection now. Don't you even think about trying to get to her." Another thunderclap punctuated his remark, and Crowley started to look positively scared. "Boys, we're leaving. Squirrel, Moose, Feathers. Been a pleassure, as usual." He disappeared, with his cronies. Sam and Cas joined Dean and me on the floor. "Well, that went about as planned, didn't it?" I sighed, looking down on the body in my arms. "Yeah... still, I wish we could have done this differently. It wasn't fun to do."