Supernatural Chapter Three

Words:

fortunate, remove, significant, flamboyant, Gore

Story:

Rowena felt like she had already won now. She took a few steps towards the Winchesters, she was full of confidence. But she was careful not to venture too close to them.

Seeing Dean's movements, which tending to her, she reminded herself: she must not underestimate these guys. Lots of demons have been destroyed because they made the mistake that they didn't reckon the Winchester brothers as worthy adversaries.

 The eldest hunter started to reduce the distance between the two of them with angry steps. He still clutched Ruby's knife. He wanted to take vengeance on her for Sam wasn't himself. For she tore them away from their environment, from their home. For they couldn't return to their friends… for everything.

Rowena let him believe, he might succeed wounding her with the magical weapon which can  destroy any demon then she raised her hand in the very last moment, and Dean felt that he couldn't react to her soft but frightening smile in any way.

He felt like he was struck by lightning, his hands froze in the air. It showed on his face how he tried to get rid of the magic of the she-demon. It amused Rowena very much.

”Do you see? You're not as fortunate as you thought… Albeit I didn't even overexert myself.”

Not like poor Dean… The words were on the tip of his tongue. Who knows how long Rowena had been waiting for this? However he was unable to open his mounth. It seemed Rowena was too zealous…

”What did you say?” she asked with a hopeful glance while she leaned closer to Dean. ”Oh, forgive me!” she said when she realized what the problem was with the man's vocal chords. Only a wave of her hand and Dean had already made his voice heard in the next moment.

”You (son of a) bitch!” these were his first words and he meant them for her a compliment not the least, neverthless Rowena accepted it as if she would have been given the kindest compliment any demon has ever got from Dean Winchester.

She was waiting patiently for his further words while her persistence produced good results came to fruition. Or bloom roses... Or whatever idioms humans use these days.

In any case this answer meant more than any promises to Rowena. It took her closer to her goal.

”Right, I'm in. I'll bring that stuff to you...” Dean let the end of the sentence to float and this struck her, too.

”But…?” she asked back in a drawling tone.

”But something for something.” Dean declared firmly. At this time it was him who felt himself in a superior position. If Rowena wanted this whip so much, he was sure, she would do almost anything for it. ”Change Sammy back!” the rage and self confidence made the air vibrate in the air between the two of them. Dean didn't beg. Dean declared his condition.

  Rowena leaned closer to the hunter, as she whispered into his ear:

”We have a deal, handsome.”

 A snap and Dean got rid of his imaginary but incredibly strong shackles.

”Why would we help you?” he heard his younger brother's voice. He began to speak so unexpectedly that Dean was startled because of his question.

”Becasue you also want to remove the crown from the king's head just like me. And the best way to do it leads via the whip.” It seemed a simple answer, but the brothers surmised something wrong. Sooner or later but this deal will fire back to them. They knew exactly as well as they knew they had no choice. They wanted to go home…

”Why is this whip so important?” asked Sam.

”Because, Sweetheart, without this whip, there won't be king-election. If there isn't the king-election, the king of the demons will have reasonable grounds for believing that the only reason the king  arranged this whole future-successor-quest thing.” she looked at one Winchester and then the other. She would have continued however the apperance of a redish-blonde, tiny and timid demon; Dean was certain he was that; cut short into Rowena.

”What do you want now, Gore?” she roared, and because of this, he shuddered even more. The brothers exchanged glances with each other. It seemed an error has crept into her calculations, which they might use for their advantage…

”Forgive me, mylady, because I interrupted the briefing of the hunters with my unasked presence in reference to the plan! All in all I just take the liberty of informing You that unfortunately the King of Hell knows everything.”

Hearing Crowley's name the air froze around Gore and Rowena. The infamous demon, the King of Crossroads was also known as the master of the torture, herefrom Hell and over there. The little Gore was such a lower-class demon. So if he could have plucked up his courage, he wouldn't have gather enough power to oppose the Ruler. Besides he was one of that singular specimens who was able to become invisible even in front of other demons. This was exactly the reason Rowena made an alliance with him. The she-demon spent centuries from her home away, and during this time she learned the trade of the witchcraft. She acquired bigger and bigger power. Snatching the Whip of the Devil's would have been the culmination of her career.

But if Crowley knows everything, it's over…

She can do nothing but one thing: she can hide from him. But first of all she must cover up the proofs.

”Do you see? You're not as fortunate as you thought…” Dean's words blazed a path in her thoughts. He found his well-known, confident tone again.

”No, you really are not.” said someone. Hearing his audible but unfaltering British accent, Rowena had already known who was driving his unmerciful glance into her back, before she turned her face to him. ”Hello boys!” Crowley saluted the Winchesters, as well. For now he ignored the woman.

Gore, if it was possible, trembled with fear even more.

”I am disappointed in you.” the king stood in front of him. He spoke to him in calm voice nevertheless the poor little demon was frightened of the anger of the Ruler that he bursted into desperate tears. Crowley started to try to soothe him in a low voice, however he didn't waste anything on him but a few words. Gore was just a pawn, the king knew it very well. Only a snap of a finger and the little demon was no more.

”I'm sorry for this significant fellow. He would have had a great future in my service. He would have been my eyes and my ears in my court.” he said then he has shrug his shoulders before he turned to this world' creator.

He just looked at her wrists from one to the other. The next moment almost invisible, gray chains binded the shackles which held the two wrists. The fetters led straight to the king’s grip just like an animal that was kept on leash by a classy British gentleman. 

As a raving lunatic, Rowena tried to get out of his clutches but the harder she tried the least she succeeded and finally knealt in front of the King of Hell.

”You should know, mother, that there is no demon more powerful than me! Because I am THE KING!” the sober tone was alternated in the last words by his roaring and even his eyes turned blood red because of his anger.

The brothers were being set thinking by this information. For now they couldn’t understand the significance of his words. The only thing echod in the minds: Rowena was Crowley’s mother! Both of them felt they started to get shocked a little bit because of this fact. So the next few seconds passed so fast that they could hardly grasp anything of that.

”Your flamboyant tiny cage cannot wait you to spend there the next millennium in solitude.”

This time Dean and Sam saw Crowley more ruthless than ever. But at the same time they felt sorry for him even if neither of them remarked it. Maybe if he had grown up in a loving family, his life would have shaped differently...

”Hello, Dean!” the familiar words turned the hunter’s attention. At first he thought he heard wrong but when he turned to the direction of the voice he saw as Castiel smiled at him gently. ”Hello, Sam!” he also greeted the younger Winchester.

Dean would have liked to pinch Cas’ arm to just to be sure that these were no demons who poked strange fun of them, and this was the real Castiel who stood in front of them.

”Let’s go home!” the angel said then he touched the brothers’ foreheads with his two fingers of both of his hands. In an instant they already were at home. I mean at that motel where they laid down before the curse.

”How... how could you come to our rescue?” Dean was at a loss. Castiel himself told him in his dream that Rowena separated the angel from that extraordinary place...

”It was me.” an other correct-style entry from a truely correct-style demon.

Sam autimatically snatched Ruby’s knife away from Dean’s hand while his brother was waiting stunned for an explanation. The answer to that question, why did Crowley help them to go home, interested Dean greatly.

”Calm yourself, Moose, I didn't come to fight.” the king raised his hand conciliatively. Although in contrast to the angel, he wasn’t able to read their thoughts; this time he could perfectly read their eyes full of questions. ”All of you can calm yourselves! My mother cannot disturb us for a while.”

”Why..?” Castiel would have asked but the Ruler cut him short:

”Why did I let you bring home your favourite pets? It’s simple.” he broke the eye-contact for a second with three of them and he started to track the floor. Perhaps he was afraid to step a loose plank and he’ll graze the elegant skin of his vessel which he has used for ages.

A smile appeared upon his face during the walking. He enjoyed every moment before the answer as if it would have been a dramatic pause. Dead silence fell to the room. Angel and his charges were waiting for the explanation. Crowley’s cordialities always came with a price. ”I know my mother. If she wants to rise my demons against me and make her... bestie, Abaddon the new leader of the Underworld, then she’ll plot them as long as she reaches her goal. She is a natural, you can believe me that.” he sighed as he recollect a few old but not so nice memories. ”So, when I found out about Gore’s betrayal, I decided to renew my old friendship with the famous Winchesters that would be more profitable than let my mother’s plan to be realized.”

Hearing this, Dean took some steps towards him. However all of them could see that there was no gratitude on his face.

”If it’s just a trick, I swear...”

”You’ll kill me, yes, Squirrel, I know.” the demon king turned his eyes but his voice was still calm. He moved off as soberly as he arrived, leaving unanswered questions in the minds of three of them.

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