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Can Dean, Sam, and Analina retrieve the Colt from Crowley? A tense standoff. Power’s cut. Doors sealed. Stakes rising.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  supernatural peril, mild language, and thematic tension. No graphic violence or explicit content.

CHAPTER Seventeen:  
Crowley

Winter 2011 

OVER THE NEXT MONTH OR SO, we managed to go on a few more cases. I learned more things. My shooting got much better, and they let me help out more with the research—although I thought it was more because Dean hated it than anything else. I began to understand how my gift (or whatever it was) worked. Reading energies was the best way to explain it. I couldn’t tell the difference between a vampire and a werewolf at a distance, but I could tell that the person was not entirely human. I figured out that when werewolves were outside a full moon, they didn’t feel any different than a regular person. That sucked, but it was a valuable lesson.

WITH MEG’S INFORMATION, I realized that this prophecy about me had been in the works a lot longer than I originally thought. How did Lucifer know that he would escape? How did he know that I would be a possible candidate to either help him or stop him? Did the angels have the same information back then? If they both did, why did they wait so long to do something about it? More questions we couldn’t answer.

After some extensive searching, Bobby got wind of where Samuel Colt’s gun was. The Colt, as I was later informed, had the ability to kill a wide range of supernatural beings. This could be our break in helping us with the horsemen—or even Lucifer. I had my doubts that a gun could kill Lucifer, despite the fact that it could kill demons. Regardless, it was something that would benefit us, so we went to retrieve it from a crossroads demon named Crowley.

Cas located where Crowley was staying, but Crowley had the place warded against angels. Therefore, we had to go in ourselves.

Sam and Dean dropped me off about a block away from a huge mansion. Demons and their show, I thought as I made my way up the driveway. I pushed the intercom.

“Hello?”

“Hello. My car broke down. I—I need some help,” I said into the intercom.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” the voice answered and clicked off.

I waited apprehensively. The place had several demons in it. Crowley didn’t feel any different than the others, so I couldn’t tell where he was in the house. I bounced on the balls of my feet to release my anxiety and to warm myself up.

Finally, the gate swung open and two men—demons—came out. They both wore suits. No coats. They didn’t seem to notice how frigid it was.

“Evening, pretty lady. Get yourself on in here,” one of them said.

“I just need to make a call,” I said. I reached out, but their bodies were dead. Looks like I couldn’t perform my exorcism. Time for plan B.

“You don’t need to call anyone, baby,” the guy continued.

I swore I felt myself vomit a little in my mouth. The man looked back at the other demon.

“We’re the only help you’re ever going to need.”

“You know what?” I said, taking a step back. “I think I should wait by my car.”

I turned to go, and the first man grabbed my shoulder. The cold sank through my skin down to my bones. It was worse than the weather.

“We said, get your ass in here,” the demon said, flashing his eyes black.

I used my gift to fling the demon off me. He landed on the ground with a thud. Suddenly, the second demon was stabbed in the neck by Sam. He went to the demon that had grabbed me.

“Nice work,” Dean said, coming up behind me.

“Thanks,” I said. I felt myself relax a little. “Let’s go.”

We continued into the house, only periodically coming across demons. They were all using dead bodies, so that helped to speed things up as we went. We set a few devil’s traps along the way—just to be safe. Finally, we came across Crowley in a room watching television.

Making a quick plan, I was sent off to kill the power while the boys put their plan into action. We’d passed the fuse box on our initial run of the place. I knew where it was and made my way to it. After cutting the power, I hurried back to where they were in case they needed my help. They had better not make any deals, I thought as I turned the corner. I didn’t trust any demon—especially a crossroads one.

They were in the room with Crowley when I came back.

“What the hell is this?” Dean asked.

“Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing?” Crowley asked. He waved his hand, and the door slammed shut in my face. I couldn’t open it. The doorknob wouldn’t even turn. I tried to listen through the door, but it was too thick.

I paced outside the door for a few minutes. Two dead demons littered the rug. It looked like they were shot, not stabbed. I tried putting my ear to the door again, but I couldn’t hear a thing. I could still reach my energy through the door to feel them. They were all still there. And they were all still alive—in a manner of speaking, with Crowley.

I was just about ready to circle around and possibly try to go through the window or another door when Sam and Dean emerged from the room.

“What happened?” I asked. They looked okay. Maybe a little confused?

Sam held up the Colt as Dean said, “We got it… He gave it to us.”

“He just gave you the gun?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Yeah,” Sam said, pocketing the Colt and then rubbing his neck. “Extra bullets and everything.”

“He wants us to stop Lucifer,” Dean explained.

We started to walk back out. No need to press our luck.

I just stared at Dean.

“Yeah, I know. I don’t get it either. He thinks that the demons will be worse off when Lucifer wins because Lucifer is technically an angel, and demons are basically his servants.” Dean sighed and looked around.

“And that is really the Colt?” I asked.

“Yep.”

Something didn’t seem right. Crowley had to have a hidden agenda. Why would he just do that?

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