Larissa sits at the kitchen table, in slight shock of what Sam wants to do with the whole Michael and Lucifer situation.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asks.
"Dean--" Sam starts.
"No, don't "Dean" me. I mean, you-you have had some stupid ideas in the past, but this..." Dean turns to Bobby as wheels himself closer. "Did you know about this?"
"What?" Bobby asks.
"About Sam's genius plan to cram the devil down his throat." Dean informs. Dean and Larissa look at Bobby in shock when he nods. "Well, thanks for the heads up!"
"Hey, this ain't about me." Bobby says.
"You can't do this." Dean tells his brother.
"That's the consensus." Sam says.
"All right. Awesome. Then, end of discussion." Dean says. His phone rings and he takes it out. "This isn't over." He warns Sam before answering his phone. "Hello?"
"Dean?" Cas asks.
"Cas?" Dean asks.
"Is he okay?" Sam asks.
"We all thought you were dead. Where the hell are you, man?" Dean asks.
"A hospital." Cas informs.
"Are you okay?" Dean asks.
"No." Cas answers.
"You want to elaborate?" Dean asks.
"I just woke up here. The doctors were fairly surprised. They thought I was brain dead." Cas says.
"So, a hospital?"
"Apparently, after Van Nuys, I suddenly appeared, bloody and unconscious, on a shrimping boat off Delacroix. I'm told it upset the sailors."
"Uh, well, I got to tell you, man, you're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box."
"How?"
"It's a long story, but, look, we're going after Pestilence now. So, if you want to zap over here."
"I can't zap anywhere."
"What do you mean?"
"You could say my batteries are... are drained."
"What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo?"
"I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it, and I'm saying that I'm just incredibly..."
"Human. Wow. Sorry."
"Well, my point is... I can't go anywhere without money for an airplane ride. And food... and more pain medication, ideally."
"All right. Well, look, no worried. Uh, Bobby's here. He'll wire you the cash."
"Dean, wait."
"I will?" Bobby questions.
"You said no to Michael. I owe you an apology." Cas says.
"Cas i-it's okay." Dean says.
"You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be." Cas says.
"Thank you. I appreciate that." Dean says.
"You're welcome." Cas says.
+++
Larissa stayed at Bobby's while the brothers went to get Pestilence. After Sam's news, she just needed to be alone and away from both of them so she could think.
"Well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it?" Bobby says, but notices the brothers' look. "What?"
"Last thing Pestilence said. "It's too late."" Sam says.
"He get specific?" Bobby asks.
"No." Sam shakes his head.
"We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So, please tell us you have actual good news." Dean says.
"Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disorders. Three million people are gonna die." Bobby says.
"I don't understand your definition of good news." Cas says.
"Well... Death, the horseman -- he's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kick starts this storm, get his ring back--"
"Yeah, you make it sound easy." Dean cuts Bobby off.
"Hell, I'm just trying to put a spin on it." Bobby says.
"Well... Bobby, how'd you put all this together, anyways?" Sam asks.
"I had, you know... help." Bobby says.
"Don't be so modest." They turn to see Crowley. "I barely helped at all. Hello, boys, tiny girlfriend." Larissa gives him a bitch face. "Pleasure, et cetera. Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it." He tells Bobby.
"Bobby? Tell us what?" Sam asks.
"World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little... soul." Bobby says.
"Bobby!" Larissa exclaims.
"You sold your soul?" Dean asks.
"Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back." Crowley says.
"Well, then give it back!" Dean orders.
"I will." Crowley assures.
"Now!" Dean demands.
"Did you kiss him?" Sam asks.
"Sam." Dean glares at him.
"Just wondering." Sam shrugs. The three hunters and Cas look at Bobby questioningly.
"No!" Bobby denies. Crowley clears his throat, the group turning to him, seeing him hold his phone up, displaying a picture of him and Bobby kissing. "Why'd you have to take a picture?"
"Why do you have to use tongue?" Crowley retorts. Larissa snorts, covering her mouth as she smiles.
"All right. You know what? I'm sick of this. Give him his soul back." Dean orders.
"I'm sorry. I can't." Crowley says.
"Can't or won't?" Dean asks.
"I won't, all right? It's insurance." Crowley says.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asks.
"You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it. But you won't kill me... as long as I have that soul in my deposit box." Crowley says.
"You son of a bitch." Bobby growls.
"I'll return it. After all this is over, and I can walk safely away. Do we all understand each other?" Crowley asks.
+++
"What's your problem?" Bobby asks Cas.
"This is what they mean by "the 11th hour," right?" Cas asks.
"Pretty much." Bobby says.
"Well, it's the 11th hour and I am useless. All I have is this." Cas waves the shotgun around. "What am I even supposed to do with it?"
"Point it and shoot." Bobby says.
"What I used to be--"
"Are you really gonna bitch to me? Quit pining for the varsity years, and load the damn truck."
"All right, well... good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse." Dean says.
"Yeah. Good luck killing Death." Sam says.
"Yeah." Dean mutters.
"Remember when we used to just... hunt wendigos? How simple things were?" Sam asks.
"Not really." Dean says.
"Well, um..." Sam hands Dean Ruby's knife. "You might need this."
"Keep it." Crowley tells him. He hands Dean a small scythe. "Dean's covered. Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself."
"How did you get that?" Cas asks.
"Hello. King of the crossroads. So, shall we? Bobby, you just gonna sit there?" Crowley asks.
"No, I'm gonna riverdance." Bobby quips.
"I suppose if you want to impress the ladies." Crowley says.
"Or Crowley." Larissa smirks.
"Watch it." Bobby warns her.
"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact, you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-a clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. Just gonna sit there?"
Bobby slowly gets out of his wheelchair, standing up.
"Son of a bitch." Bobby mutterse.
"Yes, I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy." Crowley says.
"Thanks." Bobby tells him.
"This is getting maudlin. Can we go?" Crowley asks.
+++
"Yes to Lucifer? Then jump in the hole? Interesting plan." Cas says.
"That's a word for it." Bobby mutters.
"So? Go ahead and tell me it's the worst plan you ever heard." Sam says.
"Of course. I am happy to say that if that's what you want to hear. But it's not what I think." Cas says.
"Really?" Sam asks.
"What?" Larissa asks at the same time.
"You and Dean have a habit of exceeding my expectations. He resisted Michael. Maybe you could resist Lucifer, but there are things that you would need to know." Cas says.
"Like?" Sam asks.
"Michael has found another vessel." Cas informs.
"What?" Sam asks.
"It's your brother Adam. You must have considered it."
"We were trying not to."
"Sam... if you say yes to Lucifer and then fail... this fight will happen. And the collateral, it'll be immense. There's also the demon blood."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"To take on Lucifer, it would be more than you've ever drunk."
"But... why?"
"It strengthens the vessel. Keeps it from exploding."
"But the guy he's in now--"
"He's drinking gallons."
"And how is that not the worst plan you ever heard?" Bobby asks.
+++
"Yup, they're loading up hotshots of croatoan in the trucks." Bobby confirms. Okay, first truck don't leave for an hour. We get in, we plant the C-4 every 25 feet, then we pull the fire alarm."
"That truck is leaving." Cas points out.
"Balls!" Bobby exclaims. "Okay, new plan."
Cas knocked out the demon who was driving the truck and Cas busted the control panel for the gate. They locked up the place, preventing the three hunters from getting in.
"Side door!" Bobby yells, the three rushing to it. They hear employees screaming for help.
"Get back!" Sam shouts. He shoots the door lock and the door opens. "Go, come on, go." The employees run out. They go in, holding their guns at the ready.
They follow pained noises to see a group of people with croatoan killing a guy. The group turns to them after killing the man and they raise their guns.
They charge at the three who open fire until they're all dead.
"Help me. Help!" They hear a woman say.
"There's still people here." Sam puts his gun up, walking away.
"Sam, no!" Bobby quietly protests.
"Sam!" Larissa hisses.
"Wait here." Sam tells them, giving Bobby Ruby's knife.
"Damn." Bobby hisses as Sam walks off with his shotgun.
The two quietly wait and Bobby turns around, stabbing a demon that tried to sneak up behind him.
They raise their guns when people run in their direction, but relax when it's just Sam and a couple of normal humans.
"Go! Go!" Bobby urges, the two people rushing out of the building. Sam goes back off to look for more people.
~ ~ ~
"Go! Go!" They urge, two more people running out of the building as Sam returns.
"All clear." Sam states making the other two nod.
"Sam!" Bobby and Larissa yell as a crotoan infected person. Bobby and Larissa try to shoot him, but their guns are both empty. They reload and aim at the man. Cas shoots the man.
"Actually, these things can be useful." Cas comments.
"Can we commit our act of domestic terrorism already? Let's go." Bobby walks off.
"Are you okay?" Larissa asks, walking over to Sam as he pants for breath.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Much better than last time I dealt with this." Sam says.
"Come on." Larissa mumbles, helping him up.
+++
Larissa walks up to Sam as he sits on the porch of Bobby's house.
"Hi." She quietly greets.
"Hi." Sam softly smiles.
"Spot taken?" She points next to him.
"All yours." Sam says and she sits down next to him. "Am I about to get scolded by tiny girlfriend?" He jokes.
"Dude." Larissa gives him a bitch face and he laughs.
"Sorry." He quietly laughs. Larissa lightly rolls her eyes, but can't help a small smile on her face. The two sit in silence for a few moments.
"Okay." Larissa says.
""Okay"?" Sam asks and Larissa nods. ""Okay" what?"
"Your plan. Okay."
"You're cool with it?" Sam asks, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
"Not really. I still think it's incredibly stupid and obviously dangerous." Larissa says. "But it's really just up to you. I mean, you are a fully grown adult. And one of the strongest people, so I believe you can do it."
"I don't know about one of the strongest people." Sam says.
"I do." Larissa says. "And you are." Sam smiles a little, ignoring the warmth in his cheeks. "Though, I still completely hate the idea, but... I have your back."
"Thanks." Sam says.
"Yeah." Larissa mumbles.
"Do you... uh..." Sam struggles to ask about the night she was drunk.
"What?" Larissa asks.
"Nothing. Never mind. It's... it's not important." Sam says and she nods. Admitting feelings when he's probably going to die in the next week or so doesn't seem like the best idea. He just thinks it'd hurt her more.
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