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Lillian was sat in Bobby's study/living room, looking through piles of newspapers with various demonic omens on the front pages, while Sam and Dean argued in the kitchen, after Sam told Dean his plan. "I mean, you - you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this -- did you know about this?" Dean asked Bobby and Lillian.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"Sam's genius plan to say yes to the Devil." Dean answered.
"Oh, that plan. Yeah." Lillian answered, while Bobby nodded.
"Well, thanks for the heads up!"
"Hey, this ain't about us." Bobby told him.
"I didn't tell you, so you'd just yell at Sam. Get back to that."
"You can't do this." Dean told Sam.
"That's the consensus." Sam said.
"All right. Awesome. Then, end of discussion." Dean said, his phone then started ringing and he answered, it was Cas, who was in the hospital, and human. And Lillian was out five-thousand bucks.
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After Sam and Dean got back with Pestilence's ring, and they explained that the Horseman told them it was 'too late,' Lillian decided to make the situation worse and say, "We've found nothing."
"Actually, Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the Millennium. Sets of a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die." Bobby said.
"I don't understand your definition of good news." Castiel said.
"Well... Death, the Horseman - he's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kick-starts this storm, get his ring back." Bobby said.
"Yeah, you make it sound so easy." Dean said.
"Hell, I'm just trying to put a spin on it."
"Bobby, how'd you put all this together, anyways? I mean, Lily just said you found nothing." Sam asked.
"I had, you know... help." Bobby answered.
A glass was then placed on a table, making everyone turn around to see Crowley pouring himself a glass of whiskey, and the demon said, "Don't be so modest. I barely helped at all."
"Hello, boys, Lily. Pleasure, et cetera." Crowley said as he walked to the doorway, he then smelled the whiskey and put the glass down, and added, "Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it."
