Sidereus

Chapter Sixty Nine

Dean jumps on us the moment we shut the door, "Well, how'd it go?"

"Honestly?" I raise my brow, nodding towards Crowley by my side "Thought there would be more bone breaking but we're up ten Benji's so it's hard to complain."

"After we save the world you're more then welcome to a tour in the basement Alexander", Crowley side bars me. Averting his gaze around the room, Crowley agrees "In short no. He didn't by the girl scout cookies. Not yet, anyways." Pausing, Crowley ponders gazing around "Where's moose?"

A brief glance upstairs by Dean pin points exactly where he is and just how well the conversation went once we'd left. With a small shrug, Dean only offers for us "He's cooling off."

"All right, then." Tapping my arm, Crowley ushers holding out his hand "Come along Alexander."

"Wait" Dean smacks down Crowley's hand "You going somewhere?"

"Well, he won't budge" Crowley rolls his eyes "So now I go stick my neck out with your girlfriend."

Again, Dean smacks Crowley's hand down from reaching for me "What're you gonna do?"

"Exactly the kind of desperate swashbuckle I've been trying to avoid" Crowley explains "I said before I require your girlfriend in pristine condition and it appears that times come." Shifting my weight I feel my adrenaline kick up a notch when Crowley tells him "Now we go kick open a hive of Demons."

Crowley reaches for me again but this time Dean inserts himself between us, "Bring me along."

The time Crowley takes time to look Dean up and down "Settle petal. With Eleanor's unique refined skill set you should not be concerned."

"Dean" I step around him, getting into his eyeline "Killing Demon's is a walk in the park for us."

"El" Dean level's with me, "You have no back up-"

"I don't need it. I know how to handle myself", I entwine our fingers. Dean humming along I can see him trying to remind himself that it's not my first rodeo. Raising my fingers, I promise "I solemnly swear my heart won't give out this time."

Tracing his rough thumb under my jaw, Dean mutters "Still not funny."

"Just a little bit?"

Gentle kiss pressed to my lips, Dean murmurs "Come home safe."

A touch of my hand I let Dean curl my Demon knife into my palm. Accepting it, I give his fingers a small assured squeeze. "Promise" Another kiss rested on his lips, I step out of his arms to face Crowley. Waiting with a tiresome stare on his face. Flipping the blade, I motion "Come on. Let's go kill some son's of bitches."

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"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"My ass."

"Dean, I'm fine."

"Yeah? And what about Brady?"

"Like you said we need him-JESUS!" I don't move an inch when Sam and Dean stumble to a halt in the doorway of our interigation room. Sam clutching his heart at the sight of me I don't miss the way Dean searches my body top to tail for injury. Shame, he won't find one. At least not through the blood that drenches me.

Staring up at Sam, I silently return the Demon knife by the handle. Slicking back hair drenched in blood, I tiredly mention to them "We cannot bring me to the state of California for at least eight years. Specifically Target."

Unable to unglue his eyes from me, Dean blurts "Why the hell not?!"

I struggle to tug off my cargo jacket. The blood covering me so thick that the process is stuck somewhere between dry and wet. "I'd rather we all add this to the long list of topics we avoid discussing." Huffing, I toss aside the jacket with a slap on the floor. Turning on Brady who's now sitting sour in his restraints, I offer him a small cynical curtsy "Congratulations asshole. I just bumped you all the way up Hell's hot list."