Careful What You Wish For
Hey, Break It Up!
Hey, Break It Up!
"Sammy, we got a live one!" Dean shouted and pounded on Sam's door.
Sam stirred, groggily rubbing his face and sitting up. It was 4:30 in the morning. He had no idea what Dean was talking about, but that was his way of saying something needed hunting urgently. "Yeah, okay, coming."
By the time he was dressed and out to the main room, Dean was slinging a hunting pack over his shoulder. "Claire's in town for some reason, called about a demon. Cas flipped and took off, we need to follow."
Sam had about thirty questions but was too tired to ask any of them. He followed Dean to the Impala and tried to wake up on the short drive to one of those dive-bar-slash-hotels that you can only find in rural towns stuck in the last century. As they pulled up, light flashed from one of the rooms on a higher floor. Sam and Dean opted to draw as little attention to themselves as possible and bolted up the fire escape rather than trying the main entrance.
"I should smite you where you stand, vermin!" the boys reached the window just in time to see Castiel slam Crowley against a wall.
His eyes went crimson. "I'd like to see you try it, kitten. I'm the King of Hell and you're nothing more than a clipped canary!" he pushed Castiel off of him with ease.
"Don't you ever come near my family again!"
Crowley scoffed "I told you, I'd nothing to do with that. They were rogue agents - surely you must know something about subjects wrenching themselves from their father's will and doing horrific things," he was smug.
"You godforsaken-" Castiel pushed at him again. His hands moved to grip the demon's throat but Sam and Dean each grabbed an arm and pulled him back.
"Woah, Cas, cool it. I'm sure there's a way to deal with this that doesn't involve destroying the town. Come on." Dean got between Castiel and the object of his rage, and began pushing Castiel towards the door. "You, deal with him," he pointed to Sam and then to Crowley.
Sam waited until the other two were out of the room. "Okay, what the hell was that?"He shrugged. "Couple of demons saw a pretty, barely-legal blonde and tried doing what comes naturally. They've been dealt with, Claire's fine, no harm done, really," he stepped ever-closer to Sam as he spoke.
"Yeah, well, you might want to really stress the APB on not engaging with Claire Novak. We're not gonna be so close to intervene next time," he tried to ignore the demon's advances, and his still-red eyes.
"I'll take it under advisement, but that's really more his problem than mine. Long gone are the days I feared him, Moose."
Sam's response to that word was almost Pavlovian. He felt his throat dry and heartbeat pick up just a bit.
Crowley cocked an eyebrow. "The stench of that angel's all over you, Moose."
He tried to shake the effect Crowley was having on him. "Yeah, that's really none of your business. Just..."
"None of my business?" he smirked. "Oh my, you did something naughty, didn't you?"
He had to get out before he did something monumentally stupid. "Keep a better reign on your demons. Don't make me have to have to go over this with you again." Sam knew that wasn't enough, but honestly wasn't sure what else to say. Dealing with Crowley had become more complicated and difficult than he had anticipated. He left the same way Dean and Castiel had just a minute ago. He could hear Crowley laugh as he went.
"Yeah, okay," Dean was affirming something Castiel said when Sam walked in, and then turned to look at his brother. "We're gonna head home. Claire's spending the night and then heading back up to SD in the morning."
"I'll take her. We'll see you two at the bunker," he didn't wait for confirmation, just teleported away.
Sam was relieved. At least dealing with Cas wasn't weird. Yet.