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Chapter Fifteen:  Candy Kiss ((The Creepshow)) They put Gabriel in the backseat of the Impala. This was for two very good reasons. Sam suggested it because it was more comfortable than lying on the ground for however long the archangel was going to be out. Dean took the suggestion because they could put him there and they'd be alerted when he tried to leave by the loud noise the doors made as they opened. Dean still didn't quite trust the shorter man, after what had happened at Crowley's place. That was another problem in and of itself. Crowley. They were supposed to kill him, not bring him along for the ride. Demons were always trouble, an

Chapter Fourteen: The Crossroads OC Remix ((Jovette Rivera)) Lucifer was as tall as Dean's first assessment of him. He was probably a bit shorter than Sam, but he seemed much bigger in presence. Dean thought that probably came from being the fucking DEVIL. As far as appearances went, he was pretty unassuming. A quiet man, with calm eyes and short blonde hair. He was wearing the same clothes as the first time Dean saw him, dressed in the same manner as the Hunter was. Jeans, boots, t- shirt and flannel over shirt. He looked like a suburbanite on the weekend rather than the embodiment of pure evil. He stared at them all in turn as he stepped

Chapter Thirteen: Conscience Killer ((Black Rebel Motorcycle Club)) When Sam came to, he was still in the passenger seat of the car. His head was killing him, and it was entirely too quiet. He remembered the Hellhounds, and a wreck. He guessed that one of them charged the car head on. This was completely in theory, since he couldn't see any of the damned things. If it weren't for the eerie silence, he'd be worried they were still outside the car. There was something wet along the side of his face. He blinked his eyes open and touched fingers to his temple. They came back bloodied. That definitely explained the headache. Nothing seemed broke

Chapter Twelve: Blood Sugar ((Pendulum)) Crowley was not looking forward to this. He supposed he should have been. Most demons would kill to be in a spot like his. In fact, most demons DID kill to be in spots much worse than his. But there was a distinct difference between them and Crowley. Most demons were overconfident. They thought human and angel alike was no match for them; that they'd always win out in the end. Crowley held no such delusions. He knew exactly what was coming for him. The humans, for starters, were bad enough. Hunters. Two very skilled hunters, with the means to make his life very difficult. Or very short, depending on

Chapter Eleven: Hold Me ((Plumb)) "Okay, come at me." Castiel frowned. "I don't want to." "Cas, that's kinda the whole point of the training. You've gotta get used to attacking things that move." Dean shifted his weight from one leg to the other, waiting for the angel to charge him. The pair had been in the castle's courtyard for the better part of the evening, following dinner. If they were going to take on Crowley, Castiel needed to know how to fight without using his angel powers. The first thing he'd tried to teach the dark- haired man had been how to use a gun. The first thing Castiel had done was take it apart. That plan was quickly

Chapter Ten: Advanced Wind ((Wild Arms 3 OST)) Castiel dreamed for the first time that night. He didn't know what he expected dreams to be like, having never experienced the sensation. But he didn't know they'd be so vivid. Or that he wouldn't be able to know he was dreaming. It started out normal enough. Chuck was going to send them home. He'd never seen Chuck, so in his dream, he was represented by a floppy rag doll, which Becky held up on a silver platter. The doll didn't have a mouth, but Chuck was speaking anyway, a dark voice that sounded throughout the room all at once, ducking even into the corners of the ceiling. Castiel wasn't to

Chapter Nine: The Boys Are Too Refined ((The Hush Sound)) The castle looked like it belonged to some mad scientist from an old horror movie. It was topped all in dark spires, ink black against the late afternoon sun. The building itself was made of dark green, forest green brick to be exact. Sam didn't think they made bricks in forest green, but that was hardly the most important thing to be focusing on at that point. The party stepped through the wrought iron gates— also green, for some reason— that separated the castle from the remainder of the town. The gates weren't locked, although it took the combined effort of Sam and Casti

Chapter Eight: Kick Ass ((Mika)) It was cloudy on that fourth day. It still came as a surprise to Dean that Purgatory had such nice weather at ALL, let alone so regularly. But it wasn't raining fire or puppies, so he couldn't exactly complain. That would make this trip unnecessarily difficult. It was the type of cloudy day where the humidity hung thick in the air, and you couldn't tell if it was going to start pouring or not. It did provide a nice breeze, however, and the cloud cover was relaxing after three days of walking in the sun. The older hunter noticed that Castiel's face had been looking a bit pink the previous day, but if the ange