A/n: Hey guys. Another update. I know I've been MIA. I've been trying to work on my book. I just started watching SPN again and loving S8 at the moment. So I'll try to get a few updates in soon. Sorry to keep you all waiting, thank you for being here it means a lot! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Just my OC. Writing for fun.

Chapter 26: What's Up, Tiger Mommy?

I bit into the cheeseburger that had come to me moments ago. It was delicious. I loved cheeseburgers, and ever since purgatory I'd missed them so much. I drowned it with my soda as I listened to Kevin Tran's concerns about his mother. He'd just lost his girlfriend so I didn't really blame him at all for wanting to know if she was safe.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean demanded with his mouthful. "You're kidding me."

"What? Is it too much to ask if we can swing by and check on my mom?" Kevin asked.

"Not at all," I said.

"Kaylee," Dean glared at me and I shrugged. "Swing by? It's a day's drive in the opposite direction. You know that, right?"

"Yes," Kevin nodded. "I understand we're in a hurry."

"Okay, well, then what's the problem?" Dean asked.

"Channing's broken neck is my problem! As in I'd rather not see my mom twisted into a corkscrew," he replied.

"Kid's got a point, Dean," Sam said. That made me feel better hearing it out of Sam's voice.

Dean glared at us. "Stay out of this," he said. Sam and I smiled at each other. "Kevin, your mom is fine."

A waitress came over and brought more food to us, and I grabbed the onion rings. I missed these too. I dabbed them in ketchup.

"How can you possibly know that?" Kevin asked desperately.

"Because Crowley needs her to be, okay? In fact, he's probably got the place stacked with bodyguards right now, protecting her so that when you do show up, they'll pounce on you both," Dean explained.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Kevin asked.

Dean shook his head. "She's bait, man, plain and simple. And you want to swim right up and bite the hook? Look, we have got Crowley by the short and curlies, okay? All we need to do is find the tablet, whip up the spell, and – boom! – sunshine and sandy beaches."

"Dean, my mom's all alone. She's surrounded by demons. Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?" Kevin asked.

Dean looked at Sam, who shrugged, then he looked at me and I nodded. I was with Sam and Kevin on this one. At least give the kid a piece of mind that she was okay.

"Son of a bitch," he threw down his hamburger and threw his hands in the air. "Fine. Let's go."

"I'm taking this to-go," I said, gathering up the food. Sam chuckled at me.

~*SPN*~

Neighbor, Michigan

The impala parked across the street from a blue house. Dean, Sam, Kevin and I stared at the house. Sam was looking through binoculars. I could see her through the window.

"Tiger mom, 9 o'clock," Sam said.

"Where?" Kevin asked.

"Left window," Sam replied.

"She seems okay. Sad, but okay," Kevin observed. I frowned at the window as I saw Mrs. Tran talking to someone who seemed to be inside the house with her.

"Check out the mailman," Dean said.

Kevin reached for the binoculars and stared at the mailman. He was putting letters into the mailbox.

"Yeah, that's Carl. So what?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, well, Carl's filled your mom's mailbox three times since we've been sitting here," Dean said.

"He's a demon?" Kevin asked dreadfully.

"And see the gardener?" Dean asked. The gardener was watering plants in front of the house that seemed to be already wet. "Think that plant needs any more water?"

"Let's go," Sam said. "Kaylee, keep him safe."

"I can help," I said.

"I know you can, but Kevin's our priority right now," Sam said and I sighed. Kevin and I shared a look and I shrugged. Dean and Sam got out of the car and grabbed their weapons from the trunk.

Dean stabbed the gardener with Ruby's demon killing knife. The gardener screamed and he fell down to the ground.

The mailman was walking along the street in front of the house when he heard a noise from the house. His eyes turned black and went to investigate. He walked through the unlatched gate to the back yard and found Dean standing there. Dean waved as Sam stepped out from behind the gate and he stabbed the man with the knife. He dropped dead.

Sam and Dean came back to the impala, as we got out of the car. "Okay, coast is clear for now," Sam said. We walked up to the front door. Sam and Dean held back just in case. Kevin knocked on the door and Mrs. Tran opened it.

"Hi mom," he said. I smiled as her eyes lit up when her son was finally here.

"Oh! Kev-Kevin!" she cried and was about to pull him in for a hug until Sam and Dean stepped forward and threw holy water on her. She spit it out in disbelief.

"Ah, Oh! What…" she said confused.

"She's clean," Dean said.

Kevin hugged his mother. She cried with relief.

"You smell that?" Sam asked.

I sniffed the air and frowned. "Is that sulfur?" I asked.

"Yeah…"

"The friend!" I gasped. We walked into the house and Sam and I entered the kitchen. Black smoke suddenly poured from Mrs. Tran's friend. Sam began reciting the Latin exorcism word.

"Et secta diabolica, omnis congregatio, omnis legio, omnis incursion..." the black smoke flew back into Mrs. Tran's friend. "...infernalis adversarii, omnis spiritus exorcizamus!"

Kevin put his arms around his mother as she watched in total horror. Dean suddenly came around and stabbed her friend with the knife. Mrs. Tran let out a cry in horror and I felt bad for her.

"Eunis!" Mrs. Tran cried.

"That's not Eunis," Dean said.

Kevin took his mother to the living room, while Sam and Dean took care of the body. I walked over to the living room as well as it was my job to keep Kevin safe. Sam and Dean walked back inside and sat down in front of us.

"Mrs. Tran, your friend was possessed by a demon," Sam said slowly.

"Have you ever seen "The Exorcist?"

"Is that what you've been doing all year – watching television? Did you really have to kill her?" Mrs. Tran asked.

"The demon would have warned Crowley where Kevin was if we didn't," Dean said.

Mrs. Tran frowned. "And Crowley is the one who kidnapped you?"

"Yeah. He needs me to translate his stupid tablet so he can take over the universe or something," Kevin explained.

"Which is why we need to get it so that we can slam the gates of Hell forever with Crowley inside," Dean said.

"So that things like that don't ever happen again," Sam added.

"And how do you fit into this?" Mrs. Tran asked me.

"I am a psychic. My visions came to life. I would sort of feel the victim's and their demise and it would propel me to stop it and stop whatever it was that was coming after them. But, some say I have more than just visions, and that I can be cultivated. It's…hard to explain, but uh just know that I am here for your son and will do whatever it takes to see this through and that he is protected, you have my word." I could've told her the whole story of what Lucifer told me or Castiel told me in purgatory, but I kept that part out. I hadn't even told Sam.

"Thanks for that," she said with a nod of her head. I nodded. "Prophet of the Lord, huh? It does have a nice ring to it. I'll get packed."

"We're gonna need a safe house since Crowley's been to the cabin, so-" Dean began but Mrs. Tran sto

"Safe house? I thought we were going to get the tablet?" Mrs. Tran asked.

"Uh, we are. You're taking a trip to a demon-free zone," Dean replied.

"And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley again? I don't think so," she shook her head.

"Ms. Tran, all due respect, Dean's right. Crowley – he's not just a killer. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate your soul from you, he'll take that soul to Hell and – and roast it till there's nothing left but black smoke. Look, it's best if you let us handle this," Sam said.

"I understand. But it's not my soul I'm worried about. It's my son's," she said with her arms folded across her chest.

I winced. Great.

"Kevin, you want to back us up here? Came all the way down here to pull her out of the fire, and now she wants to jump right back in," Dean said.

"Like I can tell her what to do?" Kevin asked, perplexed.

Dean and Mrs. Tran looked at each other. He finally chuckled and shrugged.

"All right. Coming with us has conditions – uh, hex bags to stay off the bad guys' radar and, uh, you're gonna have to get inked up," Dean said.

"Do what, now?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, uh…" Sam pulled down his shirt to reveal his pentagram shaped tattoo. "You, too shortstop. Keeps the demons out."

"Fine," Mrs. Tran said.

"Really?" Dean asked.

"What, like it's my first tattoo?" she asked.

I smiled. "I like her."

"You should probably get one too," Sam said to me.

"What, the charm bracelet isn't enough?" I asked, terrified of needles. "I hate needles."

"What if Crowley gets to you and he chops the bracelet off, then he can just put any demon inside of you and then what?" Sam asked.

I frowned. "You really think that could happen?"

"Please do this, for me?" Sam pleaded with me. "I don't want you going through that."

I sighed. "Okay, fine. But you owe me."

Sam smiled triumphantly and nodded.

~*SPN*~

Before I knew it I was at the tattoo parlor with Sam and Dean practically dragging me to the chair. They sat me down next to the Trans who were already getting their tattoo's. Mrs. Tran was done then it was Kevin's. He was not having it. The other artist came to me and it was my turn. Sam held my hand when the tattoo artist started mine and I was freaking out and crying, tears literally falling down my face. I hated needles. They hurt so hard. Especially right on my back on the right side of my shoulder blade.

"You smell it, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Burning flesh?" Sam asked after I squeezed his hand tightly. He winced a bit as I squeezed his hand hard. "Just breathe," he told me. I tried to do that.

"Revenge. So close. Hey, how'd you do that reverse exorcism thing?" Dean asked.

"Just said the verse backwards," Sam said. "Owe. Jesus Kaylee…."

"You're supposed to be the strong one," I grounded out through my teeth as I winced at the neddle sticking to my skin.

"I am, just jeez…when did you get so…"

"Purgatory was hell, Sam," I said bitterly, glaring up at him.

"Right," Sam said guiltily.

~*SPN*~

Laramie, Wyoming

I paced back and forth while Kevin and Mrs. Tran sat on the bench, waiting for Sam and Dean to come back after sweeping the area of the bus station. They came back not too long.

"So, place is clean, far as I can tell," Sam said.

Kevin handed the key to Dean.

"All right. Positive thoughts," Dean encouraged.

He opened a locker. He and Sam looked inside and Dean took out a bag.

"You hid the word of God in a diaper bag?" Dean asked Kevin.

"No," Kevin said defensively.

Dean searched through the bag that appeared to be empty. Sam smirked.

"Shut up."

Dean tossed the bag back into the locker and locked it back up. Later they were in their FBI suits talking to a guard in front of the lockers. I stayed put with the Trans watching from afar.

"Been nothing but trouble with these lockers. Got broke into damn near every day for a while. Could never figure out who it was till yesterday."

"Oh, so you know who did it?" Sam asked.

"Sure. Was Clem Smedley, a guy who worked the desk before me," the guard replied.

"Please tell me he's down at County right now,"

The guard nodded. "Yep, waiting for arraignment."

"Thanks," Sam said.

"Well, what'd you find out?" I asked as they came back over to us.

"A guy named Clem Smedley came in and stole the tablet," Sam replied. "We'll take care of it."

~*SPN*~

We parked outside the station. Sam and Dean were going to interrogate Clem and I was to remain with the Trans of course. It led me to my own thoughts back in purgatory when we were on the hunt for Castiel.

I watched Dean as he circled a monster. His axe twirled in his hand. Benny and I stood beside him.

"I don't think he knows, man," Benny said.

"No, no, he knows. He's just not willing to tell us," I said.

"And you know this how?" Benny asked me, turning towards me.

"Because she's a psychic," Dean said.

"Awe, hell, psychics don't belong in purgatory," Benny exclaimed.

"Well, here I am, not by choice," I said, glaring at the vampire.

"Can we skip this later?" Dean asked them. "I don't want him to loose focus."

"Yeah, sure," We both mumbled.

"Where's the angel?" Dean demanded.

"Feel that?" He pressed the axe to his neck.

"There's a stream," The monster choked out.

"Go on," Dean urged.

"It runs through a clearing, not far from here. I'll show you," the monster said.

Benny and I looked at each other curiously.

"How about you just tell me?" Dean demanded. "Go on."

"Three days journey. Follow the stream. There's a clearing. You'll find your angel there," the monster answered.

"You know what, Mutt? I believe you," Dean said, and then he pushed the knife into his neck. He gurgled and choked on blood as it spilled out onto his clothes, dying instantly.

Dean drew out the knife and the monster's head fell forward.

Dean walked away from the monster. I glanced at the bloody thing and followed after him with Benny right beside me.

"You've been quiet Kaylee, are you okay?" Mrs. Tran asked. I blinked out of my reverie and glanced behind her in the backseat of the impala.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking," I said. "There they are. I'll get in the backseat." I got out of the car so that Sam can get into the passenger side. "Any luck?" I asked him.

"Yeah," Sam said but he had a look on his face.

"What?" I asked. "I know that look. What happened?"

"Dean nearly iced the guy in the room," Sam said, shaking his head as Dean got into the driver's side of the impala.

"Yeah, well he's been on edge. We all have. I blame Crowley," I said.

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, I do too. Come on," he helped me in the backseat and then got into the front. We drove off to our next destination.

~*SPN*~

We walked into a pawn shop. Of all places.

"Hello, sir. Agents Neil and Sixx, FBI," Sam held up his badge. "Uh, we're looking for a tablet."

Dean held up his hands to describe it. "About, uh, yea big, got some hieroglyphic crap on it."

"Sold to you by a thief named Clem. Ring a bell?" Sam asked.

The clerk shook his head. "Nope."

Dean looked on the name tag that read Lyle on it.

"Hey, Lyle, I've had a really, really bad day today, so I'm not in the mood to dillydally. If you want to do this the rough way, I am happy to oblige," Dean said.

"Sure. We can do it that way, if you want to get famous," Kyle looked up at the security cameras and I winced at them. Those didn't help at all.

"That your car outside?" Mrs. Tran asked.

Lyle shrugged. "What's it to you, mail-order?"

"Hey! " Dean slammed his hand on the counter. "Pal!"

"I got it. I notice you're driving with expired tags, maybe because you just acquired it in a trade, and I'm guessing that means you haven't registered it yet, which means you haven't paid the tax. Is that correct?" she continued questionably.

"None of your business," he said.

Mrs. Tran looked back towards her son. "Kevin, average blue book on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spider?"

"$217,000," Kevin replied. I was impressed by their car knowledge.

"And the 5% Wyoming tax?" Mrs. Tran asked.

"$10,850," Sam replied.

"$10,000. Something tells me you're the type who might balk at a tax bill that big," Mrs. Tran said.

"W-what is this, an FBI audit?" Lyle asked.

"No. But my brother, who happens to work for the Wyoming tax assessor's office could arrange that if he thought something untoward was happening here. So what's it going to be – the tablet or that piece of Eurotrash crap you call a car?" she asked.

I knew we had him.

~*SPN*~

We made it to the nearest hotel. Sam knocked on room 126.

"Sure this is the right place?" he asked when there was no answer.

"It's what the pawn slip says," Dean replied.

"Kevin?" A man called out, making us turn to face a man dapperly dressed and holding a cane. He looked old fashioned.

"Who wants to know?" Dean asked.

"Oh, relax, Dean. I'm not going to steal your Prophet," he turned to Mrs. Tran. "Ah. And you must be Kevin's mother. Um... Beau. And it is my absolute pleasure," he kissed the top of her hand and she smiled. "And, um, Kevin. Imagine my luck. Here I was, working so hard looking for you that I never stopped to think you might be looking for me. I have something for you.

"What is it?" Kevin asked.

Beau held out an envelope with Kevin's name on it. "An invitation, dear man, to a very exclusive auction."

"Let me guess – where you'll be selling the tablet?" Dean asked.

"Well, when we acquire an item as hot as the Word of God, it's smart to unload it as fast as possible. And we are in such desperate need of a headliner for tonight's gala." Beau explained.

Dean smirked. "Well, I hope you have three extra tickets to your little eBay party, 'cause the Prophet's with us."

"Oh, if you're worried about the safety of the Prophet, rest assured that we have a strict "no casting, no cursing, no supernaturally flicking the two of you against the wall just for the fun of it" policy," Beau said.

"Is that right? How'd you manage that?"

"Well, I am the right hand of a God, after all – Plutus, specifically," Beau said.

"Is that even a planet anymore?" Dean asked.

"It's the God of greed. And my liege has warded these premises against Hell, Heaven, and beyond – quite necessary with some of the players we see. And incidentally, quite possibly the safest place your precious Prophet could be. Mmm. Well, since time is of the essence, perhaps I'll just go ahead and add a plus-three to the Prophet's invitation. Copacetic?" Beau asked.

He tossed the envelope in the air and disappeared.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Peanut! All right. What do we have to bid?" Dean asked. Sam scoffed. "What? We can't just show up there empty-handed."

"Dean, all we have to our names is a few hacked gold cards," Sam said.

"All right. Well, then, we're gonna have to get creative," Dean said.

"You could offer me up. I'm sure they would love a psychic on their hands," I said.

"That's out of the question," Sam said.

"Sam's right, no way," Dean shook his head. "They would use you like a fiddle and we'd be three steps behind. No, we need something else."

"Huh," Sam said, thinking. He glanced at the impala. "Well..."

"No. Mnh-mnh. Say it and I will kill you, your children, and your grandchildren," Dean replied quickly.

"Okay, okay. Uh... Wait a second. They – these auctions – they display the items to the bidders beforehand, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, so?" Dean asked.

"So all we got to do is get Kevin close enough to memorize the spell," Sam said.

"What do you think, brainiac? Think you can swing it?" Dean asked.

"Of course he can swing it... if the bumper stickers on my Previa mean anything," Mrs. Tran said proudly.

"They didn't mean it, baby," Dean said to his car. I smirked and we headed inside the impala.

~*SPN*~

We walked inside a warehouse. The man let us in, and we each walked through a metal detector, which sounded the alarm for Dean.

"Now, now, Dean. The system only works when everyone participates," Beau said to us. We glanced at him.

Dean reluctantly put his gun and knife in the holding box. "I'll be back for this."

We walked around the warehouse looking at various items in for the auction. There was a manuscript, a sword, and a hammer that looked very closely to Thor's hammer.

"How the hell are we supposed to know who's who?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "It's pretty simple, Dean. They're all monsters."

"Hey, hey," Dean said walking over to a glass box where the Word of God was. We followed him. A piece of metal was there so it was hard to read. "Great."

"I guess we're not as original as we thought," Kevin said.

"It's okay. It's okay. We'll just have to come up with a plan B," Sam said.

"And what, pray tell, could possibly have been plan "A"? Bring the Prophet to the most dangerous place on Earth, memorize the tablet, and then vamoose? Hello, boys," Crowley said.

I tensed at his voice. We turned around to face him.

"Crowley," Dean said.

"Kevin. What a pleasure to see you. Sorry about your little playdate. Her name? Ah. Well, if you're gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines. And who is this lovely young thing? Must be your sister." Crowley said.

Mrs. Tran suddenly slapped him hard across the face, causing him to cry out. "Ah!" I smirked at that. Nice hit.

"Stay away from my son," she warned.

"Charming. Defiling her corpse has just made number one on my to-do list," Crowley said. Dean stepped forward but Sam stopped him. "Unh, unh, unh, unh. Don't mind a little love tap, but anything more, and our mookie pals here may just throw you out, and that would be a shame."

"He's right, Dean. It's not worth it," Sam said.

"Listen to Moose, Squirrel," Crowley smirked at them. "Kaylee. Nice to see you again."

"Don't make my skin crawl," I gritted my teeth together.

"Sooner or later, you'll warm up to me. I will find your gifts useful to my advantage," he smiled.

"Go to hell," I said.

"Funny," he scoffed. Then a bald man entered the room. "Ah. Here comes our host."

"Honored guests, please take your seats."

"That's Plutus? What is he, God of the candy aisle?"

"Gentlemen, ladies, the auction is starting," Beau said. We glanced at him and then our seats.

"Good luck with the bidding," Crowley said.

"Nice right hook," Sam said to Mrs. Tran as we walked to our seats.

"Don't worry Kaylee. Not gonna let anyone touch you," Dean promised, patting my arm as we sat down. I smiled grimly.

A man walked up to us suddenly. "Are you Dean Winchester and Kaylee McGrath?"

We glanced at each other and then at the young man dressed like he'd come from a fast food diner of some sort.

"Uh, no, but, uh, I knew Castiel," he said.

"You're an angel?" Dean asked.

"This – this was the nearest vessel on short notice. We don't usually come to things like this, but, uh..."

"He's after the Word of God," I said realizing it as I sensed his true being.

"You're chasing the magic rock?" Dean asked, glancing at me.

"We protect the word of God."

"Well, awesome job so far, uh..." he read the name on his name tag. "Alfie"

"Actually, my name is Samandiriel," he said.

"Let's just stick with Alfie," Dean said.

"I wanted to ask you about Castiel. What happened to him?" he asked.

"Well, me and Cas – we, uh – we iced Dick Roman and got a one-way rocket ride to Purgatory for our trouble."

"But you escaped. Did – did Castiel?" Dean and I didn't respond. "You know, there are some in Heaven who still believe, despite his mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place."

"Are you one of them?" Dean asked.

"I think too much heart was always Castiel's problem."

I glanced at him a bit perplexed when he said that. "What does that mean?" I asked. Dean shrugged and looked off for a bit. I bit my lower lip as a memory peaked in my brain about purgatory.

Castiel was washing his hands and face by the stream. Dean, Benny and I came forward to see him. I was relieved.

"Cas!" Dean cried.

"Dean," he said. "Kaylee…" Castiel stood up.

"Cas," Dean laughed and hugged Castiel tight. "Damn, it's good to see you. Nice peach fuzz."

"Thank you," Castiel said.

I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight. "I thought we'd never see you again."

"Had my doubts for sure," he said. "I can't believe your alive."

"Me either, but Dean's a good teacher," I said with a smile, and pulled apart from the angel.

"You should meet somebody. This is Benny. Benny, this is Cas," Dean said.

"Hola," Benny smirked at him.

Castiel looked at him and nodded.

"How did you find me?" Castiel asked.

"The bloody way," Dean replied. "You feeling okay?"

"You mean am I still.." he pointed to his head and made circles with his finger.

"Yeah, if you want to be on the nose about it, sure," Dean said.

"No. I'm perfectly sane. But, then, 94% of psychotics think they're perfectly sane, so I guess we'd have to ask ourselves, "what is sane?"

"That's a good question," Dean said.

"Why'd you bail on Dean and Kaylee?" Benny asked, cutting right to the chase.

"Dude…"

"The way I hear it, you three hit monster land, and hot wings here took off. I figure he owes you some backstory," Benny said.

"Look, we were surrounded, okay? Some freak jumped Cas. Obviously, he kicked its ass, right?"

"No," Castiel replied.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I ran away," Castiel said.

"I had to," Castiel said.

"That's your excuse for leaving us with those gorilla-wolves?" Dean asked. "Kaylee could've been killed!"

I licked my lips nervously at Dean's strong gruttal voice when he spoke.

"Dean-"

"You bailed out and what, went camping? I prayed to you, Cas, every night!" Dean grounded out. Benny and I looked at each other.

"I know," Castiel said.

"You know, and you didn't….what the hell's wrong with you?" Dean demanded.

"I am an angel in a land of abominations. There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived," Castiel explained.

"Join the club!" Dean yelled.

Castiel glared at him. "These are not just monsters, Dean. They're Leviathan. I have a price on my head, and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you. That's why I ran. Just leave me, please."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's roll," Benny said, already ready to leave.

"Hold on, hold on. Cas, we're getting out of here. We're going home," Dean said.

"Dean, I can't," Castiel said. I frowned at him.

"You can. Benny, tell him."

"Purgatory has an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it's angel-friendly," Benny explained.

"We'll figure it out. Cas, buddy. I need you," Dean pleaded.

"Dean…"

I looked at him hopefully.

"And if Leviathan want to take a shot at us, let 'em. We ganked those bitcehs once before. We can do it again," Dean said motivatedly.

"It's too dangerous," Castiel said.

"Let me bottom line it for you. I'm not leaving here without you. Understand?" Dean asked.

"I understand. Uh, can I have a word with Kaylee?"

"Yeah," Dean said. I bit my lip and walked over to him, wondering what this was about.

"Cas?" I asked, concernedly.

"There's something Lucifer told me that I haven't been able to tell you until now. You should hear it from me before anyone else," Castiel said.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "What about?"

"There are two paths you can choose. The Winchesters, I understand. But, it'll get dark, and I'm not sure I can protect you from him," Castiel said.

"What did Lucifer say to you?" I asked.

"When he had me in the ring of fire, he told me you were meant to be his bride. You would bear his children and he would form an army of his own. He would use you to start an apocalypse and make you queen of his new world order. Sam's his vessel. I know how found you are of Sam Winchester. Lucifer told me your powers could be cultivated and enhanced. He could start the psychic kids all over again. He…only wanted Azazel to give you psychic powers in order to get you involved in the first place."

"What?" I asked alarmed by that.

"He knew you were a born psychic like your mother. He chose you, knowing you would connect with Sam."

"Oh my god," I breathed. Castiel nodded.

"What about Crowley?" I asked. "Dick Roman? Am I just a monster's pawn in their twisted game?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Crowley believes in your psychic abilities. Having you on his side could foresee the Winchester's moves. It's easy to be under their spell, Kaylee, especially Lucifer's. If you don't want this life, you can choose the life you were meant to be. Stay far away from it. I am sorry you got involved and into purgatory. I know it must've been scary for you."

"Well, like I said, Dean helped me through it. I'm already a psychic no thanks to the Yellow-Eyed Demon Azazel. He put demon blood in me. My powers never truly formed, never found out what I could do. I had visions that made me see victims getting ganked by monsters. Are you saying they could twist that and make it into their own?" I asked.

"Yes," Castiel said. "There are spells that can twist anything ugly."

"So…be careful is what you're saying," I said.

"If you get too close it could all fall apart. Your love blinds your psychic abilities," Castiel said.

"But what if something good can come out of it? They give their lives, Cas. I have to believe that something good can come out of this. I love Sam." I said, trying not to choke up.

"I know," Castiel nodded.

"And it doesn't matter where you put me on Earth, someone will always find me. I'm better off with the Winchesters," I said.

"That may be so," Castiel said. "I just want to be cautious."

"Nothing is going to happen."

"Crowley is still out there. Something can happen," Castiel said.

"I'm not worried about Crowley," I said.

"You should be," Castiel warned. "Please heed to my warnings."

"I'll consider them. Are we done?"

"We're done," Castiel nodded.

"Good. Let's get the hell out of here."

Dean tapped my shoulder with the back of his hand gently and I looked at him as he showed me a seat to sit next to him.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and other, welcome to this once-in-a-lifetime event," Beau announced.

"Samandriel, slumming it are we?" Crowley asked the angel as he passed him.

"The first name in magical and alchemical esoterica," We took out our wallets and passed our cash out to Dean. "Our prices may be high, but our quality is unmatched, and we stand by our products."

"Don't know why you're so keen on that hunk of dirt. So it tells you how to blast back a few demons? I'll just make more. Can't get rid of all of my black-eyed boys, Samantha," Crowley taunted.

"Yeah, we'll see," Sam said.

"And across the plane..." Beau said.

"All right. So, how much we got for plan "B"?" Sam asked as we huddled together.

"Uh, well, we got our hacked credit cards, $2,000, and a, uh, Costco membership," Dean said.

"Our first item, the amulet of Hesperus. Let's start the bidding with, um, three tons of dwarven gold?"

Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at Sam.

"Ah. This lady. I have three. Do I have, uh, four? Ah. Four, gentlemen here. Four. Going for five. Five?" Crowley smiled. I looked around the auction room. "Five to this lady. Do we have an advance on five tons?

"Plan "C"?" Sam asked.

"Big time," Dean said.

"Any other bids? Any other bids?" Beau asked.

"I'm gonna use the restroom," Dean stood up from his seat and left.

"Sold," Beau hit the gavel on the podium.

"Our next item up for bid, the hammer of Thor, Mjoelnir."

"A finger bone from the frost giant Ymir," some old man said.

Beau looked at Plutus who shook his head. "Uh... the bone and, uh… " he picked up a bloodied bag. "…5/8 of a virgin."

Sam recoiled a bit. I grimaced. Dean came back into the room. Plutus nodded.

"Ah. Sold."

Dean hit Sam on the arm to get him to move over and sit down next to him.

"Plan "C" tanked," Dean said.

"Maybe you should try plan "D" for dumbass," Crowley said.

"Our next lot, the Word of God…" he held up the tablet. "…capital "G" – very old, very rare."

Crowley stood up from his seat. "Three billion dollars."

"Whoa," Sam, Dean and I said in sync.

Alfie stood up "The "Mona Lisa."

"The real "Mona Lisa," where she's topless," Crowley said.

"Vatican City," the angel bantered.

"Alaska," Crowley offered.

"Palin and a bridge to nowhere? No, thanks."

"All right. The moon," Crowley said.

"You're bidding the moon?"

"Yeah. Claimed it for Hell. Think a man named Buzz gets to go into space without making a deal?" Crowley asked.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Ah. I'm sorry, gentlemen. It seems that our reserve price has not been met. So in order to stimulate the bidding, we're going to add an item to this lot…" he pointed to Kevin "…Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord."

Mrs. Tran gasped and Kevin suddenly disappeared. He repapered next to the podium with his wrist handcuffed to a bar.

"No!" Mrs. Tran cried.

We stood up in alarm. An auction member forced us back in our seats.

"Mr. Tran is the only person on Earth who can read this tablet, which makes them a perfect matching set."

"So out of your league," Crowley said.

"So, do I hear a bid of, um –"

"No, stop! I'll give you whatever you want. I have a 401(K), my house," I looked at her worriedly as she rambled off of what she could offer.

Plutus chuckled.

"Good effort, Ms. Tran, but I'm afraid this is a little out of your price range," Beau said.

"My soul," she said.

"Mom, don't!" Kevin cried. I widened my eyes at her.

"I bid my soul!"

Dean looked at her. "Are you sure? That's a big move."

"Interesting," Plutus said.

"If it's souls that you're after, I can give you a million souls," Crowley stated.

Dean glanced at the angel. "Hey, flyboy, are you gonna get in on this?"

"We guard the souls in Heaven. We don't horse-trade them," he replied.

"So we have a deal," Crowley said.

"It's not about the quantity, chief. It's about the sacrifice. This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has. It's everything. Are you willing to offer everything, Mr. Crowley?"

"Tick-tock," Dean said.

"Fine. You win. I bid... my own soul!" Crowley offered.

Plutus laughed. "Mr. Crowley, you don't have a soul," he looked at Mrs. Tran. "Congrats, sweetheart."

"Thank you. Thank you," Mrs. Tran said sniffily.

Crowley left the room. Kevin looked at his mom who seemed afraid.

After the auction was over we sat with Mrs. Tran.

"Losing my soul, is it going to hurt?" she asked.

"Probably," Dean said.

"No. You'll just wish you were dead," Sam replied.

I frowned at how dark that truly sounded.

"Okay," she whispered as I held her hand.

"It's time," Beau said.

Dean and Sam stood up. I squeezed her hand tight and stood up as well.

"You all right?" Dean asked. She was not okay. I could tell and feel it in my bones that she was ready to cry.

"Yeah. Can I, can I just have a minute?" she asked.

Dean and Sam walked a few steps away. I nodded and got up to join them.

"Dean, this sucks," Sam said.

"Are you kidding me? We're about to close the gates of Hell forever. If you ask me, we got off cheap," Dean said.

We left the room. Then Mrs. Tran and Plutus walked in the room.

"Where's the kid?" Dean asked.

He snapped his fingers and Kevin appeared.

"What are you gonna do with her soul?" Sam asked.

"Whatever I want. I might sell it, or maybe I'll just tuck it away with my other precious objects, let them keep me warm at night. Mm," he chuckled as he lifted her chin and straightened out her shoulders. Whenever you're ready, dear."

After a slight pause, Mrs. Tran held out her hand forward.

"Wait!" Dean grabbed Mrs. Tran's arm and pushed up her sleeves. Her demon proofing tattoo has been burned off.

"Hello boys," her eyes turned red.

"Crowley," Sam scowled. Mrs. Tran fling out her arm and sent us flying back. I got the wind knocked out of me.

Plutus looked shocked. "No. You can't. My warding spells."

"Your girl Friday showed me a few loopholes," Crowley said.

Plutus looked at Beau who smiled and shrugged.

"And all it cost me was an island in the South Pacific. I love a bargain."

Beau stabbed Plutus from behind. Crowley pulled out the stake from Plutus's chest and hurled it at a man who was guarding Kevin. "Can't do all my tricks, but I can do enough."

"Get out of her!" Kevin cried.

Dean reaches into the box of confiscated weapons and took out the demon killing knife. Crowley picked up the Word of God.

"If I had a nickel for every time someone screamed that at me..."

Sam tackled Crowley to the ground, while I stood to protect Kevin. He got up and stood next to Dean. Crowley also stood up.

"Getting in touch with your feminine side, huh, Crowley?"

"Something like that."

"Well, come and get him," Dean challenged.

Crowley looked behind us.

"One out of two ain't bad," he ran out of the room, carrying the Word of God in his hands.

"Watch the kid!" Dean called after us.

Kevin was about to run after him but Sam and I grabbed him. "Kevin, don't! Let Dean take care of it."

Beau suddenly pointed a gun at Sam's back.

"Sam, Kaylee move!" Kevin pushed them out of the way. Beau shot but missed as we ducked for cover.

Beau continued to shoot at us while we hid behind an upturned table with an old man and the hammer on the floor. Kevin headed for the exit.

"Don't!" Kevin stopped. "You know what's better than one private island? Two private islands."

I tugged Sam's shirt to get the hammer from the floor. Sam grabbed it from the floor. Sam came up from behind Beau and swung Thor's hammer at the back of Beau's head. Lightning crackled and Beau fell. Kevin ran out of the room. When the coast was clear I got up from behind the table and grinned at Thor's hammer.

"You are worthy," I said. Sam smirked at me.

"Okay. Give it back. Give it back," the old man said. I stepped beside Sam.

"Where'd you get the 5/8 of a virgin?" Sam asked.

He smiled and shrugged. "Oh no."

Sam swung the hammer at him and he fell to the floor.

After the whole ordeal and that Crowley had left the building, we stood where Mrs. Tran was sitting and Kevin was in front of her.

"Has she said anything?" Sam asked.

Kevin shook his head.

"Listen, Kev, what your mom went through – it's hell. Trust me, I know. But she seems tough. She'll pull it together," Dean said.

"You tried to kill her," he grounded out. I winced. That was awful I bet.

"Kid, in this life –" Dean began.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear any more of your crappy speeches. I just want to talk to my mom alone," Kevin said.

"Sure. Five minutes," Sam said with a nod. We walked out of the room into the next room. I didn't blame Kevin at all.

"Dean, were you really going to, uh…" Sam asked.

"What? Slit soccer mom's throat? Yeah, I was. I wish I had," Dean said honestly. I frowned.

"Dean-" Sam began.

"It was Crowley, Sam. No matter what meat suit he's in, I should have knifed him. I mean, yeah, it would have sucked, and I would have hated myself, but what's one more nightmare, right?" he asked. He paused slightly. "It seem a little quiet in there to you?" Dean said.

Sam opened the door only to find out that the Trans were gone.

"Kevin? Kevin!" Sam hollered. I looked around for them but saw no one.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Dean cried. He then saw a folded piece of paper. "Hey."

"What?" Sam asked. We walked over to Dean. "What's it say?"

"Uh, that they bolted, that we shouldn't come looking, and since we lost the tablet, Kevin figures we don't need him." Dean replied.

"Yeah, but Crowley still does. What's that kid thinking?!" Sam asked.

"He thinks people I don't need anymore – they end up dead," Dean said. I grimaced.

"Dean, that – that – that's not true. You know that," Sam said.

I bit my lower lip and looked at Sam's face as a memory came back to me.

Castiel was hanging over the edge. A hand gripped his arm. It was Dean's. I watched them as I was close to the portal.

"Dean! Dean!" Castiel called out.

"Hang on!" I cried.

But the hand let go and Castiel fell a few feet below.

"Ahh! Dean! Kaylee!"

~*SPN*~

A/N: So Benny grew on me a lot and I love the close relationship Dean and Kaylee have. More updates soon! Thank you for reading, following, favoriting and reviewing!