EMPTY · DEAN WINCHESTER [1]

Blade Runners Part III

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Crowley looked around the dungeon, glancing over to Sam who was seated at the desk. The king of hell was sitting in the middle of a devils trap, his wrists and ankles chained to a chair. "Back in this fetid pit. Could at least have added some throw pillows."

"Hey, focus." Sam scoffed before looking back down at his laptop. "Okay.. You swept the Mariana trench. And..?"

"And the First Blade was not, as hoped, in the trench. It had, in fact, been scooped up by an unmanned sub. From whom it was stolen from by a research assistant, who reportedly sold it to Portuguese smugglers, who in turn, lost it to Moroccan pirates in a poker game." Crowley explained, looking up at the tall hunter with a smug look.

"What?"

"Poor moose. Its always a little tricky keeping up isn't it?"

Sam exhaled sharply, shaking his head before typing on the keyboard. Crowley eyed him for a few seconds before Sam noticed. "What are you doing?" He asked quickly.

"I'm still a little tainted by humanity." Crowley shrugged lightly. "Makes me sentimental."

"Well, stop." Sam said simply, weirded out by the look in the demon's eyes.

"You and I both know we shared a moment back in that church. And on some level, we are bonded."

"Crowley, the only reason you are alive is that we need your help to deal with Abaddon because she is a worse pile of crap than you are. And that is the extent of my concern for you." Sam said harshly "Got it?" Crowley didn't answer so the hunter sighed "Okay, what happened after the pirates?"

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am and Dean were sitting on a bench in the park while Ashleigh paced nearby. All three were in their FBI attire. Sam looked down at his watch before glancing over his shoulder to see Crowley struggling with a vending machine. He sighed and looked towards his brother. "What is Crowley doing?" He mumbled and Dean leaned forward to get a look.

"Stealing candy." Dean stated.

"He's, he's stealing candy." Sam groaned, putting his face in his hands as Ashleigh walked over "How much longer is this going to take?" Dean smiled faintly up at her "Not much longer... Hopefully. Now stop pacing, youre making me nervous."

"You know, at least when Cas was human, he was an okay guy. Should've known Crowley would be a douche version." Dean shook his head as the three looked back towards Crowley. "Hey. Hey!" Dean yelled in a whisper, getting up from his seat on the bench "Cut it out man." Crowley looked over at the three hunters, pulling his hand from the opening of the vending machine. "You're the king of rotten. Act like it."

"Doesn't mean he needs to smell like it though..." Ashleigh grumbled under her breath, earning a stiffled chuckle from Sam. Dean shot the two a look before shaking his head as Crowley stepped away from the machine. "You really think this guys gonna show up? I mean, this isn't exactly a place where million-dollar deals go down." Dean asked, taking a quick look at their surroundings. Ashleigh rolled her eyes "Thats what I've been trying to tell you. I have a weird feeling about this.."

"Look. Word is this André Develin character bought the blade from the pirates, and he's been shopping it around. That's all I know." Sam explained.

"Hey guys, heads up." Ashleigh spoke, drawing the boys attention toward a figure headed there way. The three stood straight as the man walked over. Sam reached a hand out to shake his "Mr. Develin. We spoke on the phone." The man looked down at his hand but didn't shake it, looking up at him.

"You said you represent a serious collector with an interest in a private transaction." The man spoke in a low tone.

"Did he? Oh, well what he meant to say was, is that we are the FBI." Dean said, pulling out his badge, Sam and Ashleigh following suit. The man immediately started to walk away before Ashleigh grabbed his arm, pulling his attention to her "Wait a second, we just want some answers." The man looked her up and down before glancing towards Sam and Dean. "Read Sartre. Jean-Paul Sartre." Develin said to the three hunters. "I'm merely a facilitator. Between the buyer and the seller... A conduit. So unless I'm being detained-" he stopped short as Crowley left his body in a puff of red smoke and entered Develin's.

The three hunters glanced between one another with wide eyes. Not two seconds had passed before the red smoke filtered out of the man and back into Crowley's body. Develin blinked to clear his mind before glancing at Sam "So, am I?" He looked between Dean and Ashleigh who looked clearly confused "Being detained?"

"Oh uh.. No.. Not at the moment." Ashleigh finally spoke as Sam and Dean looked like fishes out of water.

"But we got our eyes on you." Dean spoke, pointing a finger at Develin as he slowly walked away.

The three turned towards Crowley as they heard him approaching "National Institute of Antiques."

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