The Prophet

Chapter 76: Chess

"But I like possessing Adam," Michael said.

"But God said he wants Adam's soul to go to heaven," I said. "And it's God."

"Who gives a shit?" Lucifer said from behind the glass. "How's my Sam?"

"SHUT UP LUCIFER!" Michael yelled.

"COME OVER HERE AND MAKE ME!"

:::Let's back track a little:::

"I'm meeting Crowley at Biggersons in a few hours. Do you know how to drive?"

"Yeah but I'm only two years old. What if I get pulled over? I don't have a drivers license." She tapped her long pointed fingernails on the dash.

"You look a lot older than six months. I mean I'm not sure exactly how old because I'm bad with ages but definitely older than two."

"Aging is different for me."

"Okay you look older than I do, but we don't have a license with a picture on it. If you get pulled over, turn into a cat and run."

"Why am I driving in the first place?"

"Because I need you to drop me off at Biggersons and then drive away. I don't trust Crowley, so if I'm gone too long call my phone, if I don't answer call the Winchesters. In the meantime have some fun."

"I don't like this."

"I'm sorry," I said handing her a phone, "I need you to do this though. I should be fine."

"I have a phone," she pulled a phone out of her jeans pocket. "It has your phone number in it."

"Okay you were a cat. Where did the phone come from? And the clothes too?"

"Magic."

"I'm being serious."

"I'm a cat sometimes. Weird happens. Don't question the clothes thing. I know how to do some freaky shit."

"Okay where did the phone come from in the first place?"

"Mikey got it for me."

"Does it have Sam, Dean, Charlie, and Cas' numbers?"

"Yes," she said.

"Okay then. We're all set."

:::Time skip brought to you by Dora's head:::

"Hello," Crowley sat down at my table and stole one of my French fries.

I scooted my French fries closer to me and rested one of my arms between him and the fries. "Can you get me in and out of Lucifer's cage without letting out the two archangels stuck in there?"

"As in the cage in hell? My hell? The one with the devil in it?"

"That's the one."

"Are you joking or just stupid?"

"No. I want to get Adam Winchester out of the cage. Can you help me? And then not tell anyone I know about it?"

"You want to get Adam out of hell, and then not tell his brothers?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want them to know I'm working with you, I don't want them to tell me it's not safe, and I don't think they'll be much help considering they've made no effort to get him out for the six years he's been there. Help me or not?"