While Crowley was interrogating Brady, Dean filled me in on Sam and Brady's past. Apparently, they knew each other at Stanford, a demon possessed Brady their sophomore year, and he was the one who introduced Sam to Jess.
Sam came back, ignoring Dean and I and heading straight back upstairs. Crowley came out a few minutes later.
"Well, how'd it go? He buy your girl scout cookies yet?" Dean quipped.
"Not yet. Where's your moose?"
"He's cooling off," I rolled my eyes.
"Alright then. Get bent."
Crowley moved toward the door, Dean and I exchanging a look behind his back.
"You going somewhere?" Dean asked.
"Well, he won't budge, so I'm going to stick my neck out."
"What are you going to do?"
"Exactly the kind of swashbuckle I've been trying to avoid. Now I go kick open a hive of demons. This whole bloody ring business better work."
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Dean disappeared into the bathroom while Crowley was still gone, and Sam snuck over and stuck a chair against the door to shut him in.
"Sam? Come on, Sam. Don't do this!" Dean banged on the door. "Sam, come on! Hey! Open the door! Open the door!"
Sam ignored his brothers pleas, stalking over to the door to the room Brady was in. I was the only thing standing in his way, quite literally. I had positioned myself in front of the door, blocking his path.
"Move, Eleanor."
"Please, Sammy."
"I just want to talk to him. You said you trusted me, right?"
Swallowing hard, I stepped to the side, biting my lip as Sam went into the room. I looked over at the blocked bathroom door, Dean still banging on the other side. However, I didn't move to release him, choosing instead to wait and see what happened with Sam and Brady.
Sam emerged a few minutes later, and a glance through the open door showed me a still alive and kicking (sort of) demon tied in the chair. Sam walked over, removing the chair from the bathroom door and letting Dean out.
"What happened?" The elder brother demanded, eyes looking accusingly between the younger brother and me.
"Nothing," Sam replied.
"My ass."
"Dean, I'm fine."
"Yeah? And what about Brady?"
Dean marched over to look into the room like I had done, seeing the exact same thing.
"Like you said," Sam sighed. "We need him."
"God. The day I've had," Crowley moaned, coming through the door. "Good news. You're going to live forever."
"What did you do?" Brady inquired.
"Went over to a demons' nest- had a little massacre. Must be losing my touch, though- Let one is the toads live. Oops. Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are- wait for it- lovers in league against Satan."
Crowley chuckled as Brady sighed.
"Hello, darling," the former grinned. "So, now death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal torment list with little old me."
"Oh, no, no, no, no. No!" Brady protested.
"Something else we have in common- besides our torrid passion, of course- craven self-preservation. So, now, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is, huh?"
In the distance, there was something that sounded like a dog howl, and beside me, Dean tensed up.
"Oh, God, Crowley," Brady moaned.
"Was that a hellhound?" Dean asked worriedly.
"I'd say, yeah," Crowley confirmed.
"Why was that a hellhound?"
Crowley groaned, pulling a coin out of his pocket. I was clutching Dean's hand tightly. We both carried a residual fear for the dogs of Hell since his trip downstairs.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?"
"Yeah?"
"Demons planted one on me."
"You're saying a hellhound followed you here?"
"Well, technically, he followed this," Crowley held up the coin.
"Get me out of here!" Brady said. "I'll tell you anything you want!"
"Shut up," I snapped at him.
"Okay, well, then we should go," Dean suggested.
"Sorry, boys, Ecclesia. No one knows more about the hounds than I. You're long past the point of 'go.'"
Crowley tossed the coin to Dean, teleporting from the room.
"Dammit!" Dean swore.
"I told you!" Sam said.
"Well, good for you," Dean replied mockingly.
I rolled my eyes at their childish bickering.
"Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen," I pointed out.
"I'll watch Brady," Sam volunteered.
"Watch me?" the demon repeated. "Get me the hell out of here!"
The howling and snarling continued, my heart thudding in my chest as Dean and I raided the kitchen for the salt. A window broke as we did so, the hellhound getting through.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled, firing his shotgun in the direction of the sound of the hound.
"Salt?" Sam asked in reply.
I was frozen in place as the hellhound growled at us.
"Damn it, get me out of here!" Brady yelled.
"Shut up!" we all chorused.
"Great. Just great," the demon groaned.
"Hey," Crowley greeted us.
"You're back?" I asked.
"I'm invested. Currently."
There was a bark beside Crowley.
"Stay," he ordered.
"You can control them?"
"Not that one," he pointed at the spot behind Dean and I. "I brought my own."
Crowley patted the head of his hound, which based on where his hand stopped, appeared to be almost shoulder height with him.
"Mine's bigger," he grinned. "Sic him, boy!"
There was a bunch of barking and growling as the hellhounds apparently started fighting each other and all five of us rushed out the door.
"I'll wager $1,000 my pup wins," Crowley addressed us outside.
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Brady ended up giving us the address of where Pestilence would be, Crowley going into hiding once more. Dean and I let Sam have the honor of killing Brady once we had what we needed, feeling he deserved to be the one to do it after the history the two had shared. I couldn't watch the final moments between the two, choosing instead to focus on the feel of Dean's arms wrapped firmly around me as I buried my face in his chest.
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