Sometimes being a hunter and a witch isn't the best combination, Crystal Winchester learns that the hard way. Welcome home Crystal Winchester, Mystic Falls has missed you.
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CRYSTAL STARES AT HER BROTHERS, WHO HAVE JUST RETURN TO THEIR CURRENT base, a run-down house they're squatting in. "Why don't you use one of Agnes safe house?" Crystal asks annoyed, all three of them are bound to a chair.
"What now?" Dean asks. "Crystal what the hell are you you doing here?"
Sam says, "I think I know who you can ask."
Dean says, "Evil bitch." Crystal glares at Meg, just a few moments ago she was outside grabbing something from Charlie's car.
"Keep sweet talking me, this could go a whole new direction." Meg says looking at him.
Dean says, "Meg. I've been dying to see you again."
Meg asks, "Well, here I am, big boy. So, what should we do now?"
Dean asks, "How about I rip you to shreds?"
Meg says, "Kinky, I like. A little Q&A first, if you don't mind. Now, where's your boss?"
Sam asks, "You think we work for somebody?"
Meg says, "I happen to know for a fact you've been juggling Crowley's orphans. Now where is he?" She sees Crystal surprised face, "she didn't know, did she?" Meg asks with an amused smile displayed in her face.
Sam says, "Don't know. Don't care."
Meg says looking at Sam, "You've been working his beat for months."
"Doesn't mean we get face time." Sam argues.
Meg straddles Dean's lap, "Where's he take all those things you snatch up for him? I bet you an all-day sucker that's where his majesty's holed up." When Dean doesn't answer, she holds a knife to his throat. "OK, officially over the foreplay. Satisfy me, or I please myself!" Crystal can't help but laugh, as does Sam
"Something funny, Sam, Crystal?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, Meg." Sam says.
Dean asks, "Really? 'Cause where I'm sitting..."
"Don't worry. She can't do shit. She's totally screwed." Crystal says
"Not helping!" Dean exclaims.
"Look at her, Dean. She's furious. If she could kill you, she'd've done it by now. She's running." Sam says looking at her.
Meg asks, "Am I?"
Sam says, "Judging by the level of flop sweat on all of you, yeah. Which means you're running from Crowley. Which makes sense. Crowley would want to hunt down all the Lucifer loyalists now that he's the big man on campus."
Meg asks, "How would you know?"
Sam says, "It's what I'd do." He tells Dean, "She can't kill us. She needs us to get her to Crowley so she can stick that knife in his neck. It's him or her."
