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Chapter 48: Trust Me

"Don't take this the wrong way," you started, just realizing something, "but why are you here?"

She grinned. "Sam told me you people have a demon problem, so I offered to come help out."

You stared at Sam and then at Dean. Was there a lead on Abaddon again? They hadn't said anything to you, but that didn't mean there wasn't a lead. "Where do you think she's at?"

"I, uh," Sam shoved his hands in his pockets. "I don't have a clue."

Your heart sank. You wanted to get your revenge on Abaddon, both for torturing you and for killing your friend. "Then let's get researching."

The four of you set to the books and the internet to see what could be dug up on Abaddon. There was so much you didn't know about her, and you wanted to do whatever you could to increaser your success in taking her down. Hours had passed and books were open and strewn all throughout the library. You were at your wits end when an idea struck you. You knew there was a good chance it would make the boys mad, and you were afraid to risk it, but on the same token you knew they wouldn't do it even if it was a decent idea.

Dean came up behind you and startled you by rubbing your shoulders. You tipped your head back and focused on how nice the massage felt. A grin was quickly spreading on your face.

"Find anything yet?" he asked you.

You sighed. "No." You chewed the inside of your cheek, feeling nervous for hiding your plan from him.

"I was thinking about making some dinner. Wanna help and take a break?"

"Um," you paused. "You know what? Yeah. A break sounds nice."

Dean took your hand, announced that you were going to make dinner, and walked to the bunker's industrial kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge and the cupboards to find some sort of inspiration. He pulled some chicken out and sniffed it, making a foul face and quickly putting it back.

"No luck?" you asked.

"Not even close. I think we're making a pizza run."

You walked over to the fridge and pulled out various food items, all of which were expired. "How do you expect to know what we need if you never throw out the old stuff?" you asked, grabbing the chicken last and tossing everything into the trash. "Tomorrow, I'm making an grocery stop."

Dean kissed your cheek and made his way to the Impala with you in tow. You called the pizza shop on the way so you wouldn't have to wait as long. "Have you found any compelling evidence on Abaddon's whereabouts?" you asked as you sat waiting for the pizza.

"Zero. I don't know how to find her unless she wants to be found."

Your heart raced as you thought of your idea. Maybe telling Dean wouldn't be the end of the world. It would probably be better than putting another wedge in your relationship. There's been enough wedges so far, and you really didn't want screw things up after they were starting to look up.

"Dean, what if we recruited Crowley?"

"No way," he said immediately without thought.

"Why? He could help us get to her and kill her. It's worth trying."

He looked at with what seemed to a mix of condescending anger and pity. "It's Crowley," he spit. "There's not a trusty worthy thing about him. He's a demon."

"Yeah, but—"

"No. And that's final."

Everything told you to scream at him, to throw a fit and make him realize how incredibly unreasonable he was being. Leave it to Dean to throw out any idea with risk. It was probably just because it was your idea. It was like nothing changed. Suddenly, you were standing back at the bunker arguing with Dean about going on the Starship case.

Rather than cause a scene and fight like you really wanted to, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. "Can we make this work?"

You turned your head to see Dean staring at you with an unreadable expression. "What do you mean?"

Before you could answer, there was a knock on the Impala window. Dean rolled it down and took the pizza from the worker and tipped him. Once the window was up Dean asked, "What do you mean 'can we make this work'?"

"I mean us. It's taking everything I have not to shout at you and tell you how stupid you're being. I want to fight with you about this, but I'm really really trying. Are you?"

"Y/N, of course I'm trying. I just know Crowley. The idea might be good in theory, but it's idiotic in execution."

"Maybe you haven't thought it all through, but I have. I need you trust me."

"I do trust you." His eyes revealed hurt from the word you hit him with.

"Then trust me on this."

"I can't."

"If we don't have trust Dean, then what can we ever have?" you asked.

"I trust you. You aren't the one I'd be worried about screwing me over in the end. It's Crowley I don't trust. The bastard looks out for one person and one person only. Himself. The second he has a chance to cross us for a better deal, he will."

"He can help us."

Dean heaved a breath and peeled out of the parking lot. "How?"

You tried to smother the hope you had. Just because he asked why didn't mean he would go through with the plan. It was progress though, and you couldn't help but be excited for it.

"He can help us summon her, he can summon her under false pretenses of wanting to discuss Hell. I don't have every detail and kink worked out, but I know this could work. If nothing else, he would be a great decoy."

Dean subtly shook his head. "I don't agree, but we'll run the idea by Sam and Charlie and see what they think. I don't trust Crowley an inch, but I trust you. I'm going to do what I can to help you see that."

A few moments of silence passed before you spoke up again. "Dean?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Thank you." You could tell the way his face scrunched up that he was confused. "You're giving my plan a chance, and in my book that's huge. Just think, weeks ago you would've laughed in my face and probably locked me in my room."

He grinned with his eyes stayed on the road. "I'm going to do what I can to make sure I deserve you. This seems like a good start."