Neither of them had any problems following orders this time, as they rushed off excitedly. They sped down the steps trying to knock the other out of the way. Taylor rounded the corner just before Adam and threw her bag on the floor by her feet, "Done Sir!"
"Done Sir!" Adam repeated quickly doing the same. Dean raised his eyebrows and smirked at them clearly pleased. Sam however did not look amused, "Oh really?" Taylor opened her mouth to speak but looked at Adam with a loss of words. Adam returned her confused expression and they both shook their heads at each other not knowing what to say. Sam pointed to where their homework lay open on the table. Taylor rolled her eyes and stomped her feet before Adam had time to respond.
"Oh really?" Sam asked advancing on his little sister menacingly. Seeing Sam's reaction made Adam dart for his books quickly.
"Would you like to say something?" Sam asked.
"mmm sorry Sammy, it's just that this is our first real mission... and I was sort of, kind of, hoping added homework wouldn't be involved..." Taylor whined.
"So what I'm hearing then is that you are refusing to follow orders, again," Sammy asked.
"Oh come on Sammy! You of all people shouldn't be playing that card. You hardly ever followed Dad's orders!" Taylor retorted. Dean got to her faster than the amount of time it took Sam to even process what she had just said. He spun her around and started swatting her hard with his hand, "Ow no! Dean I'm Sorry! Ow Sammy I'm sorry! ow! Please!"
"And Dad and I always got him good for that. So unless you want to find out just how much, I suggest you start listening," Dean said.
Taylor nodded, "Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir."
"Grab your stuff and let's go. You can spend half an hour tonight writing lines in Latin before bed," Sam said.
"Half an..." Taylor began.
"Want to make it an hour?" Sam asked.
Taylor shook her head quickly and gathered her books, "No Sir."
"Keep it up," Dean threatened making her quiver, "Last warning."
"Cas?" Dean asked looking around, "Huh. He must of had somewhere to be."
"Alright let's go!" Sammy called.
"Bye Uncle Bobby!" Taylor said giving him a quick hug.
"Bye Dear, be good!" Bobby answered.
"See ya later Bobby," Adam said doing the same.
"Yeah Kiddo, be Safe and good luck!" Bobby called.
"Alright so what's the first Step?" Sam asked once they arrived at the hotel.
"This is your mission you two call the shots," Dean said.
"Survey the area!" Taylor answered.
"What area?" Sam questioned.
"The crime scene!" Taylor said.
"Wrong!" Dean called.
"Oh right!" Taylor tried.
"The hotel room. Make sure our base is locked down and secure," Adam said, "Come on Sis we do this every time you slacker."
"Shut up jerk! I got excited so what?" She asked grabbing the salt from the bag and pouring it across the window sill.
"Soooo you would have left and your base would be wide open to anyone. Then when you got home you would be ambushed by demons!" Adam said dramatically. They had two connecting rooms with two beds in each. Taylor opened the door and threw her stuff on her claimed bed, "Fine Adam whatever." Adam followed her and threw his stuff on the other bed.
"Now can we inspect the crime scene?" Taylor asked.
"Sure but how? You two are way too young to be using FBI IDs and you don't have any made anyways so any ideas?" Sam asked.
"Sneak in after nightfall?" Taylor asked.
"By then most of the evidence will be cleared," Adam said.
"Fine we will go ask around, see if there were any witnesses, while you inspect the crime scene," Taylor said.
Dean and Sam looked at each other and Dean spoke first, "I'm not sure if it's a good idea for you two to be by yourselves."
"We'll be fine Dean. If we run into any trouble we will call on Cas right away. He'd never ignore me," Taylor insisted.
"And we'll text you. We will even text you every half an hour on the dot to let you know we are okay," Adam promised.
Dean paused for a minute, "Fine. But if you forget there will be hell to pay, do you understand me?" Dean asked.
"Yes Sir," They both answered.
"And don't split up no matter what," Sammy said.
"No Sir, we won't, promise," Taylor replied.
It had been almost an hour since they had left the hotel room and they had fallen short, unable to find any witnesses or useful evidence on the case. The owner of the local diner had told them, "She was a very nice girl, whichever one I knew. But they had been twins so maybe I met them both and just didn't know it. They never came in together." That was literally the most useful piece of information they had been able to find.
"What are we going to do now? We have zilch and they are going to laugh in our faces," Taylor said.
"We need more info," Adam agreed, "quickly."
"Well what else can we do? We're just HITs no one is going to talk to us," Taylor said.
"Maybe not someone... but something... we can summon a demon," Adam said.
"Are you mad? If Sam and Dean found out they would have both our asses," She sighed, "Which is why... if we are going to risk it... we need to go straight for their king."
Adam smirked, "Crowley? Hmmm... Fine let's do it! but we have to hurry then."
They ran back to the hotel room as quickly as they could and texted Sam and Dean who were thankfully still out. They grabbed the supplies and found the first abandoned building they could. Luckily in this town there were a lot of them, and one happened to be right across the street from the hotel. They argued briefly about who would do which parts but finally they agreed. Taylor wanted to do all of it but she settled for the incantation due to lack of time. They both knew that her Latin was better than his. Plus she had packed finger-less gloves which she was known to wear often. Neither had actually participated in a summoning but they had heard about it and studied it countless times. They had memorized the one to summon Crowley knowing it would indeed be useful, but never expecting that it would be their first. Or that their brothers wouldn't be around to help with it. She began mixing the ingredients while Adam drew the trap, placed the sigil and the candles. He lit the first candle with a match and used it to light the rest. They had met Crowley but not through summoning. At this point he was a mutual asset with the Winchesters, and nothing more. She winced as she drug the palm of her hand along the blade tentatively. She squeezed the blood into the bowl of ingredients, lit the match, and threw it in, "Et ad congregandum...eos coram me." There was silence momentarily and they looked around the room in confusion.
"Did it not work?" Taylor asked.
"Maybe you said it wrong," Adam said.
"No way, my pronunciation was perfect!" Taylor argued.
"Well you just had to do all the hard stuff by yourself, maybe you fucked up the ingredients then!" Adam retorted.
"Well well well, if it isn't the two annoying little HITs, so tell me what can I do for you today?" Crowley asked.
"Told you," Taylor said.
"We had some questions about the case we are working on. We want answers," Adam said.
"We expect answers..." Taylor warned,"Or else."
"Or else what!" Crowley yelled effectively terrifying both of them, "The two of you think you have enough power to summon and trap me! The king of hell! Just to do your bidding? Nothing makes my blood boil more than two arrogant little...!" Crowley stepped out of their trap easily as he ranted.
"Not to interrupt," Dean asked, "But may we?" Sam followed Dean in a much less casual manner. His head was tilted back, his jaw set, and his nostrils flared with anger. Adam cringed and backed away. Taylor scrambled frantically around and hid behind Crowley.
"Oh come on seriously! You bloody summon me here, waste time out of my day, threaten me, and then hide behind me when big bro arrives?" Crowley asked. Taylor merely nodded, clutching the back of his suit sleeve.
"Wow Dean. I have to give you props, even some of my Demon's aren't as afraid of me as this little girl is afraid of you right now. What's you're weapon of choice during torture?"
"Oh it's a mix of disappointment, and pretty much anything that will leave a nice hot stinging feeling behind," Dean said. Taylor clutched Crowley's sleeve more tightly.
"Hmm... So you're a fan of old-school discipline. I respect that." He said thoughtfully, and suddenly his sleeve got really hot. Taylor yelped and shook her hand, stepping back away from him, "If you ever try to trap me again you will find yourself over my knee for a century. Trust me when I say I'm not exaggerating. And work on your trapping this is a disgrace!"
"I didn't make the trap or you wouldn't have gotten out! Adam you told me you had it!" Taylor yelled.
"My my, what a mouth on you. Reigning you in must be really fun," Crowley said.
"Sod off you old British bastard! You were no help to me anyways!" Taylor yelled. With a flick of his finger Taylor slammed into the concrete wall and fell onto the cold floor, only about a foot below.
"Crowley!" Sam yelled. Taylor sat up and glared at him but didn't dare to make another move.
"What? I was being gentle! I could have flung her little body much higher. Or I could just snap my fingers, and snap that pretty little neck of hers. Maybe that would get her attention... A nice long vacation with me until you jokers could bring her back from the dead. Ask Dean sweetheart, every day here equals about a year in hell. You could be my personal assistant, and I could train you every day. I won't be as nice as your brothers here though," He began putting his hand up in position, "Apologize."
She looked back and forth between him and his fingers fearfully, "Y-you wouldn't."
"Now see. I feel like I have to take this as a challenge now," Crowley said, "And I never lose those."
"No! Crowley please!" Adam called, "Damn it Taylor just apologize!"
"Now Taylor, that's an order!" Dean yelled.
"I'm sorry Crowley," Taylor began.
"King!" Crowley corrected putting his fingers together.
"I'm sorry King for disrespecting you. Please don't kill me," Taylor began.
"Very well then," Crowley smirked dropping his hands to his sides, "Well then, talk about a good first mission. Just thought I'd help you train the little tyke. But I am really busy, so I best be off." Crowley disappeared without another word.
"Sooo find out anything interesting?" Adam asked.
"Taylor front and center!" Dean called angrily. Taylor hurried over to where Adam and her brother's stood.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked. Taylor nodded.
"Answer up!" Dean warned.
"Yes Sir. I'm fine," Taylor answered quickly.
"How did you find us?" Adam asked.
"Ouch!" Adam yelped. "Owww!?" Taylor hissed. They rubbed the back of their heads as they both turned around to see Castiel standing there.
"Luckily we have a friend who's an angel," Sam said.
"Yeah..." Adam said.
"Luckily," Taylor finished.