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"How come when mortals want things, their only option is to make a deal with Hell and sell their soul? Why can't they make deals with God in exchange for good behavior?"
The sword met its mark; blood spluttered out getting his vessel's trench coat spotted with crimson dots. Castiel felt a swell of pride rush through him as Dean Winchester's eyes widened, as the last throws of life ran their course in his little brother's body. His mission was—
"So, this is the guy they sent to kill our future King?" The voice practically purred and the image of the restaurant suddenly flickered before him like an open flame. The scene shifted, much like watercolors smearing down a painting. The sword fell through the image, clanging on the stone floor. Growling, the angel spun around to see a woman stepping out from the shadows of what Castiel now saw to be an abandoned warehouse. With ruby lips curling upwards, she revealed pearly white teeth. Her brown hair barely touched her black leather jacket shoulders and her skintight jeans revealed her vessel's curvy body, clinging to it in all the right places. "You fell for a trap, angel."
"Abomination." He hissed, retrieving his blade. "You will be destroyed—" She laughed, her voice echoing in the dim warehouse.
"Ah, just fresh off the farm, are you?" She stepped closer to him, the boots clicking on the floor. He refused to step back; giving into a demon would be the last thing he would do. "You little angels with your big, bright ideals."
"Where is Sam Winchester?" He pointed the tip of his blade at her, but she seemed to relish the thrill of this imminent danger. She chuckled and tilted her head to the side, smirking.
"How stupid do you think I am?" She challenged. "You're not going to find him." He pushed the blade in until it bit into her vessel's flesh, blood trickling out. She didn't seem to register the pain and Castiel's brows furrowed in confusion. He hadn't been exposed to many demons before—his trips to Earth had been short and only for observational purposes—but he was sure that in all his years of studying they weren't supposed to act like this.
"I will kill you."
"Ah, I love it when you talk dirty to me." She whispered seductively, placing her hands on the hilt of the sword. "C'mon, do it. Kill me."
"I will ask you once more." He applied more pressure and more blood came out. Again, she showed no reaction of pain, which confused the angel to no end. The ways of demons were truly odd. "Where is Sam Winchester?"
"Read my lips," She leaned her head forward, her lips tilting upwards in a sly grin. "I'm not telling."
"Fine." He moved to push the sword in, but in a flash, she was suddenly out of his reach. He lunged in empty air and turned around to face her. "Only demons use tricks like this."
"Jealous? Helps to have a witch in your pocket." She turned around, her hips sashaying as she moved towards the shadows.
"Stop!" She did so, her head turning around, curls whipping around and touching her cheeks. "I cannot let you leave." Another demon emerged, a teenager who pulled on the older demon's sleeve.
"Meg," She whispered. "We don't have time for this."
"I know." Meg nodded. "Sorry, Clarence, but we'll have to rain check on that." And before Castiel could even protest or make a move to stop her, she was gone.
"Demons." Castiel scoffed, shaking his head.
Though he may have been sidetracked and fooled into attacking an illusion, his mission still stood. He would find Sam Winchester—the Boy King—and he would put an end to him.
Sam Winchester had to die.
"Your Majesty, your life is in danger."
Sam froze in the aisle of the 7/11 and faced Grace. Unlike her carefree expression she wore on the crossroads, the youngest Winchester could see the telltale signs of stress marking up her visage. Funny, he hadn't known demons could get stressed. Guess you did learn something new everyday.
"What are you—?" The raven-haired demon grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the back of the store. The other customers didn't even pay them a glance, though whether that was because of demonic power or sheer ignorance, he wasn't sure. Her grip was vice-like and she maintained it until they were safely tucked away in the back corner where the fridges were. "Grace!" Her eyes bore into his.
"Please, my King, listen—"
"Don't call me your king when I haven't even—"
"—Heaven has sent an angel to kill you!" At that, Sam froze. Heaven? Angel? Sure, hunters knew Hell existed, but not once had they found proof of Heaven or angels. Some hunters had their faith of course—Sam liked to believe he was one of them—but most of them had all agreed that there wasn't any actual proof of another realm aside from Hell.
"Heaven?" He echoed.
"Yes, Heaven does exist," She snapped impatiently. "But the part you should be focusing on is where they want to kill you." He grimaced, running a hand through his hair. He knew when he first considered becoming the King of Hell to save his brother that maybe it wasn't the "right" decision, but to hear that Heaven—a force that he prayed too and believed in—was against him? What was he supposed to do? He couldn't stop and let Dean die! So, if he had to damn himself to save his brother, then that was what he would do.
"How do you know this?" He lowered his voice, suddenly concerned that someone might overhear them.
"You really think we would leave you unprotected?" She shot back, eyes locked onto his. "You may be the rightful heir but there are those who would prefer to keep Crowley on the throne."
"Why? If I'm the rightful heir than why—?" At that, she chuckled. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she squeezed it gently.
"You're supposed to be the college dropout," She retorted. "Didn't you study history?" He did and at that, he nodded his head. "As far as we can tell, there is only one angel after you. He's a good fighter, but he's new so we've been able to trick him with a few illusion spells."
"Illusion spells?" She nodded quickly. "Okay, so what's the next move?"
"We have to take out the angel." Sam opened his mouth to protest, but she held up her hand for silence. "We don't have a choice. It's him or you, your Majesty—"
"Stop calling me that!" He snapped suddenly. This was happening too fast and he was becoming overwhelmed. What had he gotten himself into? Still, for Dean it would be all worth it. All he had to do was get his hand on the contracts while keeping his brother and him alive. If he could keep his humanity, that would be a plus as well. "Look, Grace, just call me Sam."
"As you wish." She curtsied slightly and Sam nearly groaned. The bell to the convenience store rang and immediately, Grace smiled warmly, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger. She laughed nervously, high-pitched and sweet. "It was a pleasure meeting you." She pulled out a piece of paper with a number scrawled onto it and handed it to him. "Call me sometime." She winked as she brushed past him and left the store.
"I knew you still had it in you," Dean's voice came from behind him and Sam nearly jumped. His older brother beamed and clapped his hands together. "Guess you can still pick up girls after all!" He seemed so damn proud that Sam took the lie and went along with it. He didn't want to lie to his brother, but he had no choice right now. He would tell him. Eventually, once he got everything under control.
Right now, he just had to play along.
"I see," Naomi muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. Castiel stood before her, eyes downcast, somewhat ashamed. "You will find him, understood?"
"Yes, ma'am." He replied obediently.
"Go." In a flutter of wings, he was gone.
"Not going so well?" Crowley's voice nearly caused her to jump, but she schooled her expression and faced the current King of Hell. He seemed relatively at ease, despite the news that Sam still lived. They had agreed to take up residence in a penthouse that her superiors had purchased. It was neutral ground, though Naomi could easily sense the growing feelings of discontent mounting between her angels and Crowley's demons. They were raised to hate each other—to view each other as their mortal enemy—but now that they were working together, the whole situation was odd and bizarre, to say the least. "Cup of tea?" His second in command held out a silver tray but with a wave of her hand, she dismissed it.
"The demons protecting Sam have witches setting up illusions."
"Smart," Crowley commended. "I would have done the same."
"How can you be so calm about this?" She growled, losing her patience. "Your life is on the line along with your kingdom!"
"There it is," He began, fondness in his eyes. "There is the Naomi that I knew, all passion and sparks."
"This isn't about us—" She folded her arms across her chest.
"No," He conceded. "It isn't." He stirred his cup of tea before taking a sip. "But, to outwit a demon, you need to use a demon." The door opened and in sauntered a young woman with long blonde hair. She wore a tasteful white blouse and jeans tucked into her boots. If Naomi didn't know better, she would've assumed the woman to be just that—a human. "Meet Ruby."
"And she is . . . ?" The angel pressed.
"A demon who also has magic of her own, isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir." She nodded her head. Then, her gaze came to rest on Naomi.
"What will she do?" The angel forced her eyes to remain on the demons.
"She'll get to Sam Winchester," Crowley explained. "Sort of a double agent." Then to Ruby, "Get going and report back within the day."
"As you wish." With a wave of her hand, she vanished.
"She's a witch?"
"As well as a demon." The current King of Hell explained. "Now, just relax. Sam may have a few followers, but he's in over his head." Locked onto her gaze, he grinned at her. "We'll win, you'll see."
Naomi did her best to believe him.
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