Lost And Found ✔︎

53- Crowley's Help?

Sitting in my room again, I open the box again to feel the holes in my stomach open again. The only difference is that all six of them just flew into my stomach. Looking down at my stomach, mist from all six just surrounded me from the bottom of my shoes to the top of my head.

"Dean! Sam!" I shout, just in time before levitating over my bed.

Third POV...........................

The building started to shake, seeing as though it would survive. Both of the boys looked around, noticing Dean's beer starting to shake.

"Check the dungeon, I'll check Wanda." Dean orders as the two boys part.

Dean found her room, but immediately had to shield his eyes when walking in.

"Wanda, hey!" He calls but she doesn't answer. He tries this time to wake her up by shaking her but the light grows. "I-nope. Sammy!"

Dean walks out the room, trying to find Sam and he walks back to the dungeon, seeing Sam about to leave. Dean walks behind him, waiting at the doorway. "Wanda's in trouble. That's why the building's shaking."

"I'd hurry if I were you. This building won't last much longer." Crowley teased.

Wanda POV...........................

Walking around the building, I notice it slowing start to not shake. I walk towards the dungeon, trying to find the others.

"Can you read Elamite or not?" I hear Sam ask.

"It's by no means my favorite of the ancient tongues, but yes. And there she is." Crowley admits, making both Sam and Kevin turn around.

"Will you help us read it? [To me] Me and you need to talk."

"Why on earth would I?"

"Because I was there that night. I saw what humanity did to you. (Crowley scoffs very quietly.) Like it or not, there's still a little part of you that's not a douche." Sam admits.

"Sorry, Moose. To the last drop."

Sam gets off the table, and leans over it towards Crowley. "Crowley, the only reason you're alive is because my brother thought you would be useful. So far you've done jack. (Sam sighs, and shakes his head.) Back to plan "B," I guess." Sam stands up fully, takes the paper, starts walking away.

"Which is?"

"Give you up to Abaddon." He threatens.

"You think you can threaten me with that hack?!
(Sam pauses, turns around to face Crowley) She's all fury, no finesse."

"I'm not so sure. Our last encounter with Abaddon, she was, uh - she was pretty terrifying. Scarier than you've been in years." Sam laughs.

"Bring that to me."

Sam walks back toward Crowley with the paper, and hands it to him. He wads it up and throws it in his face, temper tantrum-style. Sam looks pissed. He walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

***

Sam shoves a piece of paper with some symbols towards Crowley.

"What are these?" Sam asks.

"Ingredients." Crowley teased.

"More specific."

"Ingredients ... for a spell."

"Heart of a Nephilim. Cupid's bow. Grace of an angel." He reads in a bored tone. Kevin hands Crowley a second piece of paper with a variety of other symbols.

"And the rest of them." Kevin demands.

"Phone call. You'll get the rest when I get paid. Now. Who's gonna be a dear and open up a vein?"

***

"How long's it take to transfer a demonic phone call?" Sam asks.

"Can it, Moose."

"Crowley, you got your call." Kevin admits.

"Yeah, it's time." Sam agrees.

"It's time when I bloody well say it's time!"

Suddenly the blood starts boiling and there are demonic sounds.

"Hello, Abaddon. And how are the numbers? [other line] You're taking souls before their time. Voiding my contracts! You... ganky... putrescent... skanger. It may look like bean-counting to you, it may lack a certain adolescent flair, but my way... Works! [Sam lifts his eyebrows, and looks at Kevin and I.] You think you can control Hell with chaos alone, without the support of those who are still loyal to me?! Your way will backfire. You. Will. Burn." He seethes.

Their call over, Crowley pushes the bowl away. He looks like a beaten man.

"Crowley?" Sam asks.

"Bring me the translations. I keep my agreements." Kev moves quickly to get the papers, then hands them to me and I hand them to Crowley. "Obtain the ingredients - heart, bow, Grace." Blah, blah, blah. "Mix until the smoke shall rise from the ashes casting the angels from heaven." Blah, blah - Oh. Hm. It's irreversible."

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"This spell can't be undone. The new world order - we're stuck with it."

***

Sam is in the bunker, on the phone.

"Well, there's no way. Crowley's lying."

"No, Dean, not this time. Look, Metatron built the spell to withstand any attempt to reverse it. There is no putting the angels back in Heaven. It's done. Are you gonna tell Cas?" Sam asks.

Later...........................

"Hey." Sam starts.

"Hey."

"So...what was that, earlier?"

"What was what earlier?" I ask, sitting down at the table.

"You floated in mid-air for two hours. Three feet above your bed, causing the entire building to shake. You don't remember any of that?"

"Not unless- [sighs] when you say I floated, was there some sort of mist around me?"

"That's how Dean described it. Why?" Sam asks as he starts to get suspicious.

"Oh no. Nonononononononononononono." I whisper, panicking.

"What's wrong?" I feel my stomach, checking whether or not the holes were still there. Feeling they were, I start to finally notice the dress.

"It's done." I mutter.

"What is?" I hear Dean ask as the door opens.