As Sam, Dean and I sat on the bench outside of the park, we were waiting for Mr. Develin to show up. Sam looked over to Crowley, as he had his hand stuck up in the vending machine.
"What is Crowley doing," Sam said as me and Dean looked over to him.
"Stealing candy," Dean said as he looked around.
"He is, he's stealing candy."
"You know, at least when Cas was human, he was an okay guy. Should've known Crowley would be a douche version," Dean said before he stood up and looked at Crowley. "Hey. Hey! Cut it out, man! Image! You're the King of rotten. act like it!"
Crowley rolled his eyes and sat on another bench. Dean looked over at Sam as I stood up. "Do you really think this guy's gonna show up? I mean, this isn't exactly a place where million-dollar deals go down," Dean said as he sat back down.
A man started walking towards us and I whispered to Sam and Dean. "Hey, Heads up."
Sam stood as the man approached. "Mr. Develin, we spoke on the phone."
"You said you represent a serious collector with an interest in a private transaction," he said as he looked between me and Dean.
"Did he? Oh, well, what he meant to say was, is that we are with the FBI," Dean said as the three of us pulled out our badges."
"Then good evening," he said as he started to walk away.
"Wait a second. We just want some answers. Read Sartre. Jean-Paul Sartre. I'm merely a facilitator between the buyer and the seller, a conduit."
"So, unless I'm being detained," Develin was cut off by a reddish smoke cramming down his mouth. I looked to Dean then back at Develin as the smoke then came back out, and we watched as it went back over to Crowley. "So am I? Being detained?"
"Not at the moment. No, but we've got our eyes on you," Dean said a little flustered. I looked around and looked at Crowley.
Develin walked off as Crowley made his way over to the three of us.
"National Institute of Antiquities," Crowley said as we just looked at him.
The Next morning, I woke up in the bunker. I walked into the kitchen, only to see a note sitting on the counter.
Didn't want to wake you. We to the institute, There was a murder, we will be back shortly. Crowley is in the dungeon. If he says anything, just ignore him. And cat, I love you. -Dean
I smiled at the note and stuck it in my back pocket. I went to the fridge and looked for something to eat. There was pizza box that had a few slices in it. I pulled it out and heated up three slices. I walked into the study, and pulled out my laptop. I looked online at some news, but there was nothing really new.
The door opened, and you looked as both Sam and Dean walked into the study. Dean sat beside you, as Sam sat in front of you with his laptop.
"Well, went to the institute and two body guards were possessed. They went into the vault, then killed the guards and a woman, which is one of their wives," Sam said as he looked at me, then down.
I sighed and closed my laptop. I looked over at Dean, as he moved his hand on my leg. I looked back down and put my hand on his. "We have some questions and I think we need to ask Crowley," Dean said as he looked at me. I nodded as Sam stood up and walked to the dungeon. I stood up as Dean did also.
I started to walk by him, but Dean grabbed my hand, turning me back to him. I looked up into his deep green eyes. "Everything okay?"
"Did you get my note," he asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
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My name is Catherine Elizabeth Taylor and I am a hunter. My parents both died when I was only sixteen. Since then, I learned everything about monsters that go bump in the night, and finally killed the son of bitch who killed my parents. This is my s...