She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

95|Working for Crowley

So, our next few hunts, we were knowingly working for Crowley. Sam, Dean and I got sent to investigate a possible werewolf attack first. Since it wasn't on the full moon, we figured it could be the alpha, and since Crowley told us to aim high on the food chain, we decided it was our type of thing. Turned out that instead of a werewolf, it was a skinwalker disguised as a family's dog. His name was Lucky and with his help we took down the rest of his pack.

After that, we dealt with fairies. We thought it might be aliens after Dean got abducted, but it turned out to be fairies... and I feel weird just saying any of that. But, anyway, turns out they came to town because the local watchmaker was using them to help his business. He made a deal with a leprechaun because he was getting Parkinson's and couldn't work any more, and it cost him his son, but then they didn't stop. Sam and I ended up stopping the leprechaun and the other fairies while Dean was locked up for a little while in jail.

We had just finished getting Crowley an alpha rougarou and were driving up to the rendezvous point where a couple of demons were waiting for us in a black SUV.

"You're late," one of the demons told us.

"Traffic was a bitch," Dean responded coldly.

"One rougarou," Sam said.

The other two demons took the monster away and put him in the back of the SUV.

"Where's Crowley?" I demanded.

"Banging a hooker in a sweet spot call None Of Your Business."

"Oh, look at that, Sam. Demon trying to be funny," Dean said.

"Oh, is that what just happened?" Sam asked.

"Night, girls," the demon scoffed, turning away.

"Wait, wait. Hold up, hold up," Dean stopped him. "Are we ever gonna see Crowley again or is he just gonna keep sending his demon extras to pick up his laundry?"

"I'm sorry. I know you're speaking, I see your lips moving, but I can't understand what you're saying because I don't speak Little Bitch."

The demon's eyes flashed black and then he joined his buddies in the other car and they drove away.

"Remember when we used to gank demons?" Dean growled.

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"No, man, screw it, I'm done."

"Calm down," I told Dean.

We had just got back to the house we were squatting in.

"We've been going on these freaking Crowley runs and it's not getting us anywhere," Dean growled, ignoring me.

"Dean-" Sam began.

"I mean, the only thing that's really changed, is now I need a daily rape shower."

"Okay, you're right. Let's go with Plan B. Oh yeah, we don't have one. So, till we do, sorry dude, stock up on soap-on-a-rope. Dean, if you wanna get my soul back, that's what we gotta do, okay?"

"Yeah... You even want it back?"

"I'm working for Crowley, aren't I?"

Dean turned his back on me and Sam as he continued talking, so he missed when two demons grabbed us and knocked us out in the other room. When I came to, all three of us were tied up in chairs.

"What now?" Dean groaned.

"I think I know who you can ask," Sam replied.

Dean and I followed his gaze over to a brunette with a smirk on her face.

"Evil bitch," he growled.

"Keep sweet talking me, this could go a whole new direction," Meg told him.

"Meg. I've been dying to see you."

"Well, here I am, big boy. So, what should we do now?"

"How about I rip you to shreds?"

"Kinky, I like. A little Q and A first, if you don't mind. Now, where's your boss?"

"You think we work for somebody?" I asked.

"I happen to know for a fact you've been juggling Crowley's orphans. Now where is he?" Meg demanded.

"Don't know. Don't care."

"You've been working his beat for months."

"Doesn't mean we get face time," Sam shrugged.

Meg walked over and straddled Dean's lap and I immediately started tugging at my restraints.

"Where's he take all those things you snatch up for him?" she purred. "I bet you an all-day sucker that's where his majesty's holed up."

When Dean didn't answer her, she pulled out a knife and held it to his throat, which made me struggle more.

"Okay, officially over the foreplay," Meg growled. "Satisfy me, or I please myself."

Suddenly, Sam started laughing and I stopped what I was doing to stare over at him in surprise.

"Something funny, Sam?" I bit out.

"Yeah, Meg," Sam responded.

"Really?" Dean asked. "Cause where I'm sitting..."

"Don't worry," Sam interrupted his brother. "She can't do jack squat. She's totally screwed."

"Sam, not helping!" I glared at him.

"Look at her, guys. She's furious. If she could kill Dean, she'd've done it by now. She's running."

"Am I?" Meg asked, looking over at Sam.

"Judging by the level of flop sweat on you, yeah. Which means you're running from Crowley. Which makes sense. Crowley would want to hunt down all the Lucifer loyalists now that he's the big man on campus."

"How would you know?"

"It's what I do," Sam shrugged, then addressed Dean and I. "She can't kill us. She needs us to get her to Crowley so she can stick that knife in his neck. It's him or her."

"Well, I hope you both lose. But good luck," Dean smirked at her.

"So, you know what you gotta do now, right?" Sam asked Meg.

"Let me guess. You're gonna tell me."

"Work with us."

"Whoa, what?" Dean and I chorused.

"We'll hand you Crowley with a bow," Sam continued, ignoring us. "On one condition: we come with you and you help us wring a little something out of him before you hack him to bits."

"What?"

"Doesn't matter. Question is, can you get us what we need?"

"I apprenticed under Alastair in Hell just like your brother. So, Dean," Meg turned to look at the man she was still straddling, "can I make Crowley do whatever I want?"

"Yeah, she can," Dean muttered, averting his gaze.

"It's a deal then. Hugs and puppies all around."

Meg got up off Dean's lap, winking over at me.

"You gonna untie us?" Dean asked.

"Please. Don't pretend you don't enjoy it," Meg smirked.

She turned to leave and the demon who'd jumped me earlier stalked up to me, staring intently.

"You gonna kiss me?" I quipped.

"Come on," Meg called to him over her shoulder.