Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

38 | The Greatest Escapist [ Say Yes To Hot-Wiring ]

38 | The Greatest Escapist [ Say Yes To Hot-Wiring ]

"I JUST WANT TO TAKE A MOMENT away from the main action, "Crowley laughs, "to chat with my old business partner. I assume you won't die just yet. Takes a painful long time to bleed out from the gut."

Castiel has a hand over his wound, applying pressure to it to avoid blood loss, but as his breathing gets heavier, his face pales. I'm curled up in the corner, shivering, and felt like I had no body heat. What's this all of a sudden?

"You can do whatever you want, Crowley. I will never tell you where I buried the tablet." Castiel says.

"I know, Cas. I know.Luckily, you don't have to. I've been getting regular updates from my expense I've friend here." Crowley tells him, pointing his head to the wounded angel, as he hangs his head low in shame. "Naomi should've caught you out of the gate, seeing as lately she's been knuckles deep in that melon of yours. She thinks that your touching the tablet has broken her spell over you. Hm?"

"The tablets weren't meant for the angels. And they weren't meant for you." Castiel breathes out in his low, husky voice.

If this was a tv show, you'd clearly see who the good and bad guy is here. I felt sorry for Castiel, all what he does is remains faithful and loyal as an angel and what does he get? A bullet in the stomach and a now bloody nose.

"She's got a lot on her plate, so you can't fault her for missing it. I was thing to myself. 'self, if Cas got away from her by touching the tablet, why would he ever stop touching the tablet?' And then I thought to myself, 'self, he hasn't stopped touching the tablet now, has he?'"

Crowley chuckles and rests his hand over Castiel's stomach. Silence takes over the air before he digs his hand in his wound. Castiel yelled out and scrunched up his face, as Crowley twists his fingers around and laughs victoriously when he seems to found what he was looking for. Blood rushed down Castiel's nose when Crowley pulls out the entire Angel Tablet from the bullet wound. How could the big thing possibly fit in there?

"Oh,you're a pip, you are." Crowley sickeningly eyes the angel tablet as if it was his jewelry, and doesn't seem to mind the blood that had covered his hands.

"You sick bastard!" I shout.

"I'm only doing my job, Love."

Crowley brings out a phone when a ringtone goes off. "King of hell speaking."

He listens to what the person on the other side of the phone had to say and after a few moments, anger crosses his face, "You jackasses! You're ruining my streak."

If I heard correctly, Kevin had successfully confined the two Winchester brothers impersonator-demons in a 'mouse box trap'. Hah, demon's trap. Yes! Kevin, you clever kid. He was able to differentiate the real and the fake Winchesters. He always had it in him, didn't he?

"Watch him." Crowley tells the wounded angel. I could see he was hesitant to take orders from the supposedly the biggest opponent opposite to their kind, which is ironic, but he nods meekly and doesn't comment.

"You're coming with me."

I hiss at him and give him the coldest glare I could muster before I find myself transported outside the boathouse. Shit, is he going to kill Kevin? But he wouldn't, would he? If he does, there wouldn't be any other prophet that I suppose he knows of to translate the Angel Tablet.