The night was cold as Fergus Crowley made his way through the forest behind his house. The frosted grass beneath his shoes crunched with every step he took.
He reached the clearing and drew a pentagram and some sigils. He summoned Azazel with an incantation.
"WHO ARE YOU TO SUMMON ME?" bellowed the yellow-eyed demon.
Crowley retorted, "Come on, Azazel. You were the one who asked to see me. What do you want?"
Azazel snarled, "I enlisted you to help me kill Dean Winchester, yet you have done nothing."
Crowley snapped, "I said that I work on my own terms. Do not tell a professional how to do their job!"
Azazel roared, "I WAS BANISHED BY THE FOOL AND HIS LITTLE FRIEND! YOU COULD HAVE STEPPED IN!"
Crowley shrugged, "Like I was supposed to know about that."
Azazel picked up a tree and threw it. He roared again.
Crowley mocked, "Aww, someone's having a temper tantrum. Is it someone's nap time?"
Azazel picked Crowley up by the shirt and screamed, "I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR SOUL HAS A NAP. A PERMANENT NAP. DO YOUR JOB AND HELP ME KILL DEAN WINCHESTER."
Azazel vanished after throwing Crowley to the ground. Crowley frowned, stood up, and walked back to his house angrily.
The next morning, he went to his office and started looking through Castiel Novak's file. He could have sworn he had heard of the name "Novak" before.
He looked at the file and his eyes froze on his father's name.
"Chuck Novak?" he asked himself.
He typed the name into the Google search bar and looked at images.
His eyes widened when he saw Chuck's face. This man was not just the filthy rich CEO everybody knew. This man was God himself.
He decided to roam the halls for a while to ponder why Chuck and his family were here in Lawrence.
He stopped upon the Calculus class and saw Dean Winchester with Castiel Novak. It all made sense to him now. Castiel was not just some innocent best friend. Chuck had sent him to protect the righteous boy.
He kept wandering through the halls and thought on this. Chuck must have known that Azazel was still out there and then decided to protect Dean from him.
Azazel decided to act after thirteen years of dormancy for this moment. This was not just about Dean. It was an act against God himself.
He made his way back to his office to plan his next move. Up until this moment, Crowley brushed off this mission as some silly vengeance quest, but now this interested Crowley even more.
Slyly, he sketched a pentagram on a notepad, summoning demon after demon. He turned off the power to everything in the school.
In the darkness, he commanded every demon to possess everyone in the school except for Dean Winchester and Castiel Nowak.
The demons dissipated and got to almost everyone in Lawrence High. Crowley turned the lights back on and continued about the day.
The last class period of the day was about to start. Cas and Dean arrived in the Home Economics classroom first to talk to Mrs. Johnson about last night's events.
Mrs. Johnson smiled as Cas and Dean entered the room. Cas nodded at Dean and stopped over at Mrs. Johnson's desk.
He took a deep breath and said, "Mrs. Johnson, I need to tell you about my doll project. Something happened last night and it set on fire."
Mrs. Johnson whispered to Cas, "Please come out in the hall with me when things quiet down."
She called out attendance and gave the class book work. Once everybody seemed to be working, she motioned for Cas to go into the hall with her.
"Now, about that doll. What happened?" asked Mrs. Johnson.
Cas explained calmly, "It wouldn't stop crying, no matter how many different buttons I pressed. I ended up pressing the panic button and it started speaking in tongues like it was possessed."
Thoughtfully, Mrs. Johnson responded, "Alright, but how did it set on fire?"
Cas swallowed and continued, "I screamed and called my partner Dean. He freaked out when I said possessed so he exorcised it. A yellow-eyed creature came from the doll and then it exploded in flames."
Mrs. Johnson asked, "Was the creature a demon?"
Cas nodded and Mrs. Johnson's eyes went wide.
She exclaimed, "Chuck was right!"
Confused, Cas squinted and tilted his head.
Mrs. Johnson hugged Cas and explained, "Your father was aware of something bad going on here, so he had me keep an eye on you. I'm going to call your father when class is over."
The two walked back into the classroom and Cas finished the rest of the bookwork that Dean had started for him.
Dean asked, "What was that all about?"
Cas replied, "Something serious is going on, but no-one's telling us."
Soon enough, the bell rang. Cas followed close behind Dean as he went to go find Sam.
Sam smirked when his brother and Cas found him. He couldn't help but notice how clingy Dean's new "friend" was with him.
The three sped off towards Cas's place in the impala as classic rock filled the silence between the three boys.
Dean pulled up to Cas's house and said, "Until tomorrow, Cas."
Cas smiled shyly at Dean and entered the house.
Sam looked over at Dean and smiled, raising his eyebrows a little bit.
Dean glared at Sam and, through gritted teeth, insisted, "For the last time, Sammy, there is nothing but pure friendship between Cas and I."
Cas entered his house and called out to tell his father that he was home.
Chuck came downstairs and hugged his son firmly.
He said, "Hannah called me today while you were at school. Why didn't you tell me that a demon was in your room?"
Cas explained, "Because Dean handled it and banished him from my room."
Chuck scolded, "What if Dean didn't come in time? You'd have been burned on the ceiling and Hell would have laughed at Almighty God, who can't protect his own son."
Cas asked, "What are you talking about?"
Chuck gasped, "I've said too much. Go to your room."
Cas shrugged and headed upstairs.
Chuck hurried to his own room and made a phone call.
A gruff voice answered, "Chuck, darling, is that you?"
Angrily, Chuck responded, "Crowley, this is not a time for games. What the hell is going on?"
Crowley giggled, "I can't tell you, it would spoil the game!"
"WHAT GAME?!" demanded Chuck.
Crowley answered, "The game where you lose and I win."
Chuck hung up the phone and growled. The very thing that he had been dreading was underway.
He should have known that his son was going to have an immediate affinity for that Winchester boy.
Castiel's destiny sealed itself when he brought Dean home yesterday. The ultimate battle between heaven and hell was on its way and Castiel was a pawn. The worst part? Chuck had to stand back and watch it all happen.
He knew how this war would end. He could not stop the war from happening just as he could not stop Eve from eating the forbidden fruit. He just hoped that Castiel knew what to do when the time came.