Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

37 | The Greatest Escapist [ Angel vs. Demon ]

37 | The Greatest Escapist [ Angel vs. Demon ]

CROWLEY'S GOT ANOTHER SCHEME on his sleeve, that's for sure. That demon's a tricky and unpredictable. Seriously, why do I have to be kidnapped by the king of hell twice?!

I groan.

Okay, I should stop complaining and find a way to get out of here. Crowley had demons standing by me on the watch, afraid I'd try to break out. Gotta give him the credit for being cautious. But I'm worried for them because what if they get blinded by my fabulousness?

I swear, if Kevin didn't pick up anything weird from Sam's language and the neglecting to remember to use the secret knock, I'll whack him in the head.

I throw my head back and let out a long and prolonged groan. You see, my goal is to get on Crowley's nerves.

The door swings open, bringing the black eyed asses to their full attention. I snort as they fix their bored posture to a straight one as the big boss walks in.

"OH, WILL YOU STOP GROANING!"

"WHEN YOU RELEASE ME, THATS WHEN!"

Seeing him blow his top was quite a sight to see. His face was now red and his shoulders heaved up and down. Looks like grandpa is tired from shouting.

"We are going on a little mission, and your coming with me, darling."

"I'm not your darling. I won't go anywhere with you, jackass. Hell, I refuse to breath the same air as you."

"If you insist," he sighs, and in a snap of his fingers, I'm standing right beside him. No, my hands are not tied to the chair anymore, neither is my feet, but my whole freaking body! My hands are pressed against my body as the rope wraps me from shoulder to knee.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Someone kindly hand me a hammer. My urge of hitting him has reached 100000% now.

"We have a little mission to do. I've caught wind of where Angel Baby is."

"Really? Last time I checked, Castiel's in the wind with the Angel Tablet. Which you, by the way, won't be getting." I say with a sweet smile.

"Oh, we'll be getting the Angel Tablet alright." Once he snaps his fingers, I find myself in a whole different environment. I glance at the big label written in a banner in all caps 'Biggerson's, Massachusetts' Couple of tables and chairs, some menus—looks like a diner, except there are dead bodies everywhere. Blood is splattered all over the tiled floor like a carpet. There's even lady with her neck snapped and eyes brunt to crisps.

Is someone having a festival without me?

At the center of the very much wrecked diner is the Angel with the apparently bitchy name.

Yep. You be guessed it--Naomi.

She seems to be taking control over Castiel, who is sitting with that glaze of fear in his blue eyes. His lip is cut and there's blood dripping off it.

Why does danger always gravitate toward this poor boy?

My thoughts were interrupted when Crowley shoots the two angels on standby in the neck. To my fascination, they were Angel-killing bullets, not ordinary ones, of course. Where did he get those? You'd think the King of Hell is in a retail market buying guns. And yes, you can't find guns in retail markets. Exactly.