All Over Again

Angry Moose

Hope you like this chapter! I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thank- Isabel

This time I get to sit in shotgun. Thank god.. although he probably had nothing to do with it.

We're driving somewhere else. I had tuned out the conversation up until this point. 

"We can't take this guy back to your brother." I hear Crowley yell, I look behind to him and Brady. Crowley drew a sigil on his torso.

"Why the hell not?!" Dean yells back.

"They've got history, alright?"

Dean slams on the brakes and the Impala comes to a halt. I barley stop myself from ramming my head into the dashboard.

"You want to go anywhere, you start talking. What history?!" Dean demands, looking back at Crowley.

I sigh and turn to face Crowley too.

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We tied up Brady and are waiting for Crowley to talk to Sam and let him in. I'm not sure whether Dean is right or not. I'm not sure how Sam will react. Dean and I turn our heads as Sam walks in.

"Sam." Both Dean and I say when he walks in.

"What's going on, Dean?" Sam asks. I sigh.

"I need you to stay on mission, okay? Focused." Dean says, looking Sam deep in the eyes.

"I don't understand. What's all this about?" Sam asks, glancing at the hooded unconscious demon.

"I'm doing this 'cause I trust you." 

"Trust me to what?" Before Dean could answer, the demon woke up.

"Sam? Sam, is that you?" Brady says. Dean removes the hood.

"Brady!" Sam says, his eyes going wide.

"Brady hasn't been Brady in years. Not since, oh..middle of our sophomore year?" He says. I sigh, poor Sam.

"What?" Sam says, I see him clutch one of his fists.

"That's right. You had a devil on your shoulder even back then. All right, now, let it all sink in." The demon says smiling. I want to hit him in the face, but I don't.

Sam's face goes red and he gulps. "You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!" He tries to get closer to Brady but Dean and I hold him back. Although it was mostly Dean, because there was no way I could hold back that Sasquatch.

"You introduced me to Jess!" Sam keeps yelling. I feel so bad for him. I heard about Jess and what happened.

"Ding, Ding! I think he's got it!" Brady yells, not really helping the situation.

We decide to get Sam out of the room.

"Damn it, Sam!" Dean says trying to push him out of the room.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam yells. We finally push him out of the room.

"Get out of my way!" He yells.

"No." Dean says sternly.

"Get out of my way, both of you." Sam keeps trying to get to Brady.

Crowley leaves to do something but I'm not looking. All my attention is on Sam.

"There's only one way to win, Sam. And it isn't by killing that demon in there." I say, Dean holding Sam back still.

"Listen to her. We need  pestilence to get at the devil, and we need Brady to get pestilence." Dean says.

"Why? Because Crowley said so? Because we trust him now? Like I trusted Ruby? Or like I trusted Brady back at school?" Sam starts yelling again.

Sam goes to take a break. Crowley comes back from the room with Brady in it.

"Well, how'd it go? He buy your girl scout cookies?" Dean asks.

"Not yet. Where's your moose?" Crowley answers. Normally I would laugh at the moose bit, but with everyone stressed out, I decide it's probably not the best idea.

"He's cooling off."

"All right, then. Get bent." Crowley says.

"You going somewhere?" I ask.

"Well, he won't budge, so now I go stick my neck out." He answers, which confuses me even more.

" What are you gonna do?" Dean asks.

Crowley sighs " Exactly the kind of desperate swashbuckle I've been trying to avoid. Now I go kick open a hive of demons. This whole bloody ring business better work." He says.

Dean walks over to the bathroom to wash his face or something. I turn just as Sam puts a chair against the doorknob.

I can hear Dean yelling. "Sam? Isabel? Come on, Sam! Don't do this! (bangs on door) Sam, come on! Hey! Open the door! Open the door!"

"Sam, what are you doing?" I ask. although I already know.

"Isabel, stay out of my way." Sam says.

I stand in front of the door to Brady. "No, Sam! Stop, think about this. Think about th...." Sam picks me up, which for him isn't very hard.

"Stop, Sam. What are you doing?" I say struggling.

"Sorry Isabel." He says putting me in a closet and putting something in front of it. How embarrassing. I barely put up a fight.

"Sam, stop! Please!" Yell, but I guess he's not listening.

I try sitting in the closet but it's too uncomfortable. I try yelling again, this time to Dean. "Dean! Dean can you hear me? Dean!" I pause for a second and then hear him.

"Isabel? Isabel is that you? Where's Sam? Are you okay?" He yells.

"Yeah it's me. I'm fine, other than being locked in a closet! I think Sam went to finish Brady!" I yell.

"What should we do?" I ask after a few moments of silence. 

"Sit tight?" Dean yells.

I lean against the small closet wall. "Great." I whisper to myself. "Just great."