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Dean Winchester is Here Part II

Cattyluver   Haha, I just now finished this and I got the request literally last year. Sorry for the wait and also the cliffhanger ;) Thanks for the request!!!

The first time the demons had caught me, I was young and scared. But now I am prepared and experienced. Also, I'm mad. If these assholes think they can get anything out of me, they're dead wrong. I smile at the irony, knowing they are wrong and soon will be dead by my hand. Turns out that that smile would cost me.

"What're you smiling about, bitch?" the young demon says, already raising his serrated knife.

"I'm smiling because you are a poor excuse for a demon."

I know, not a very good insult, but give me a break, I'd been tied to a pole for an hour after a long and painful car ride in the smelly and slightly damp trunk. However, it did earn me two thick cuts across my cheekbones. I couldn't help crying out, biting my lip to try to stifle my scream. Then I started laughing. It hurt my bruised ribs, but I laughed as hard as I could, throwing my head back. The demon held the knife to my neck and I could see his furious expression.

"I'll slit your throat, that'll keep you from laughing," he growled.

You look crazy, part of my brain said.

Good, responded the other part of my brain, the one that was tired of this demon messing with me.

Blood poured into the corners of my mouth and poured over my bottom lip from the angled cuts.I grinned up at him.

"You can't kill me. If you could, you'd have done it at any point on the comfy ride on our way here. You need me, but-hey- keep threatening me, you're cute when you're mad."

Deep laughter came from over my left shoulder. A short man walked, or more like strutted, to the demon's side. I noticed the demon shuffling away from the all too familiar ass still laughing at me.

"Y/N, we meet again! And here I was thinking I'd killed you," he said with his obnoxious accent.

"Crowley, always a pain," I said shortly.

He patted me on my cut cheek, making me wince.

"Aw, c'mon now, you should be thankful."

"Do tell why I should be thankful for being tied up. And not in a good way," I said sarcastically.

"Because," he paused for dramatic effect, "I want to warn you."

"About what, douche?"

"About the Winchesters, you idiot!" he shouted, red faced.

If I wasn't tied to a pole, I would have taken a step back. I settled for a confused face.

"Uh, yeah, I get they're dangerous, but not to me, a fellow hunter?"

Crowley sighed, rubbing his face with one hand.

"Well, they wouldn't be dangerous to you, unless, you know, they were possessed by angels," Crowley said, wearily.

Now this was not good. Crowley and I had a simple relationship. I gank his demons, they occasionally capture me, I manage to get out and everyone gets to go home again. Well, except those unfortunate demons, they get sent straight to hell. But now Crowley was giving me information and seemed almost... troubled. This meant something was so bad that he needed my help. And if the king of hell needs a human's help, something is horribly wrong. Also, the idea of angels is nice, but I've had a run in with a couple of them or at least the corpses they leave behind. Still I'm not in the mood to be helpful.

"Why should I help?"

"Because the apocalypse will happen if you don't."

Part three? What do y'all think? Also I'll try to become more active and publish more :)