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Crowley had been shut in the secret prison room for the days that the trio researched, his power locked away by the cuffs and unable to move beyond the devil’s trap that held him there. It gave him time to think of a way out, to try and get rid of the cuffs blocking his demonic powers, to find a way to communicate with his underlings, but it seemed he wouldn’t have a chance if the Winchesters or (Y/N) didn’t come down to him. He needed human blood to open the communication and without any of them coming to see him he had no way to get the blood he needed. He had tried everything he could think of to damage the cuffs or lure the Winchesters to the prison and so far nothing had worked. He hadn’t expected to see (Y/N) at all due to how they had last seen each other and he thought knew her well enough to not even think he’d see her until he got out; if he ever got out.
When he heard the doors beginning to open he expected Dean there ready to torture him, maybe Sam offering a deal before letting his brother in there, but he never thought she would be the first one in with the giant behind her. Both looked like they had barely slept, (Y/N) much more affected, and it was clear from the cuts and traces of ink on their hands that they had been doing all the research they could clearly finding nothing they could use. He was clearly their last option and it was obvious that neither of them wanted to be there but they had no choice. He sat back in the chair watching as the young woman stayed close to the door and Sam took a place in front of her; clearly still trying to be the hero by ‘protecting’ her.
“Well, well, Kitten I never thought I was going to see you again without kicking and screaming.” He purred lightly bringing back his confident and cocky personality. “I was sure you’d leave me here and let the chaotic pair do whatever they wanted. I’m sure you won’t let Sammy here torment me but I can see you have something planned. Just what do you expect of me little one? You think you’ll get something for nothing?” All he got in response from her was a silent glare as Sam leaned against the table blocking the demon’s view of his target. “She’s not your puppet anymore Crowley, she’s here so she might actually learn what you’ve known about her but refused to say, so you either help me out and save both of us a lot of blood or you just stay quiet and we let Dean do whatever he likes with you; after all he learned from the best.”
Crowley hummed lightly not surprised that his guess was right that Sam was going to be the good guy. He rolled his eyes and sat forward to meet the giant’s gaze just smirking to him. He had been down this road so many times and having them in his prison would only give him a chance to get hold of his men. He had to get Sam close, had to find a way to get hold of his blood, and try to get it into a bowl. He just kept his gaze on the man as he smirked as a plan began to fall into place for him. He listened to Sam rattle on and on about everything they had looked into and that if he knew anything then he should help, that they were planning to take out Abaddon and how his information could help, but he didn’t really pay attention to the deeper details of whatever the hunters had planned. He leaned back again and sighed dramatically as he ran a hand over his suit. “Stop right there Moose, so far I haven’t really heard of a reason why I should help out, if I help out you could still keep me locked here as we all know you Winchesters aren’t very good at keeping to your end of the deal.”
Sam glared at the demon suspiciously as he just tidied his suit and he slowly walked round to put Crowley in a choke-hold. With the chains and the Devil’s trap blocking his strength it actually affected him like a mortal or other weak monster the Winchesters faced. It frustrated the king as the arm around his neck actually made it hard for him to take a breath and once Sam finally loosened his hold, with a lot of coaxing from (Y/N), he took his chance to take a bite into Sam’s hand; gaining a mouthful of blood and keeping himself quiet now he had what he got. He could see just how much angrier his silence and teasing had made the woman but for now he didn’t really care as his desire to get out to his demons before Abaddon could take over was his top priority. He would find a way to win her back later, if he could, and knowing she wasn’t likely to help now meant she wasn’t going to be as useful to him as he had hoped. He watched as Sam stormed out cupping his hand, muttering swears and insults as he went to treat the bleeding bite in his hand, and hovered in the doorway a moment to watch him only to see his he wouldn’t meet her gaze. When he refused to talk to her, to even acknowledge her anymore, she slipped out of the room feeling frustrated that she first, didn’t get the answer that she needed, and second, had been reminded of the deceit he had put her through. When he was finally on his own he cupped his hand spitting the mouthful of blood into his hand; muttering the spell to make the call.
When Dean noticed that Sam came out of the prison with a bloody hand with a disappointed (Y/N) not far behind him. He rushed over to Sam to check on him before helping tend to the injury, cleaning and wrapping it, before offering a drink to the woman that seemed to be annoyed with herself; which she took happily and took a couple of gulps from before looking to him. He was quick to reassure her, sitting with her and laying a hand on her shoulder, and although he knew how frustrating Crowley could be he had hoped that he might help; even though he was an egotistical demon. Knowing that they had nothing on what she could be or how he could help he did the one thing he always did to distract everyone and looked for a hunt. He had been looking for any hint of Cas while researching what (Y/N) could be and had finally found a hint for where he was. He let the pair know he had found out where Cas could be, taking time on the journey there to explain what Cas was to them in a very convoluted way, and planned a trek out the find the honorary family member.
(Y/N) had been very cautious on going on the hunt, unsure of how her powers had been, but Dean trusted her and it seemed he knew just getting her out of the bunker would help; this time not being dragged out or kidnapped hopefully. On the way there the brothers explained how they had come to know the fallen angel and the chaos that the pair had seemed to get through with him. She was a little unsure of the angel but when they got there she could see how broken Dean was when they got there too late. She was told to stand guard outside, the reaper that had killed Cas ended up trapped with the boys, and as she kept guard there was a bright light that sent a chill down her spine before she began to hear voices as if they were all around her repeating the name of the fallen friend. She held her head feeling like the air around her was suffocating, like there was something crying out from inside her with voices that seemed enraged and scared, and her mind was felt overwhelmed by the thousands of voices that were calling out and crying in a language she didn’t know. Dean had heard her drop to the floor on the other side of the door and when Sam, who had stayed next to Cas, looked over the gaze directed at (Y/N) shifted from shock to fear to something cold and blank. She was just getting her mind back, the voices fading slowly, when she saw the cold, calculating gaze that came to his face making her think just what happened in the room for Sam to look at her like that.
“Dean, where did you find her?” An unrecognisable voice grumbled as he moved closer; Dean helping her get back up again. The male in the trench coat looked to her in a confused yet knowing gaze as he came close. “Cas, this is (Y/N), we helped her out not too long ago. We can talk a little more about her once we get everyone back to the Bunker. We’re kinda like sitting ducks if we just stand around here.” Dean was clearly a little nervous staying away from the bunker for too long and Sam didn’t seem to be much happier either but there was something about the way he behaved unnerved (Y/N). He seemed to be much more tense, much more stand-offish than he normally was. Dean had a knowing look but what he knew neither (Y/N) or Cas knew and when everyone was finally in Dean’s car it seemed Sam was keen on staying in the front next to his brother. He spoke quiet enough that only Dean could make his words out clearly but he didn’t seem to like whatever he was saying. Cas could see that the way the brothers were behaving seemed to worry or bother (Y/N) but he didn’t quite know the best way to help her. He had always been bad at knowing what to do, had always messed up whenever he tried to help anyone out, and he didn’t want to make things worse this time like he had every other time. He looked between the boys before looking to her as she looked out the window; still clearly trying to listen to what they were saying.
“So how did you and the Winchesters meet? It’s not usually through trivial means. Were you a hunter? Or have you become part of the ‘family’ as they like to call it?” Cas has paused as he tried to find the word for what the Winchesters called those they cared about. “Oh, no I wasn’t a hunter but the guys took me in when they found me on a hunt and I needed help. Crowley came after me ‘cause I could see hellhounds but I still don’t get why.” (Y/N) was happy for the distraction but not knowing what the boys were saying still bothered her. Cas frowned confused as to why a human could see hellhounds but hearing what she said seemed to spark something. He spent the journey back to the bunker learning about everything that the group had been through without Cas there, hearing some from Dean and some from (Y/N), while Sam fell asleep in the front seat. “Have you had anything strange happen since Crowley was around you?” Both Dean and (Y/N) looked between each other a little nervously not sure how Cas as going to react.
“Yeah, that’s the bit we’ve been trying to figure out. Crowley managed to do what he does best and it seems there’s some myth about her and whatever it is she can do.” Dean rubbed the back of his head, keeping his eyes on the road but still feeling awkward talking about what happened to (Y/N). “It said something about if the person is won over by a demon then Heaven’ll fall, if angel then Hell might be destroyed, or something like that. We don’t really know much more to it ‘cause there’s nothing else there. We’ve looked through everything in the bunker and there’s nothing even hinting what she could be.” Cas’s frown seemed to deepen at Deans words and he looked over the girl next to him carefully. As he looked at her he seemingly tried to look into her soul but without his grace he had no way to see what he was so used to seeing.
“(Y/N), have you found anything change? Are there things that are new since you have been working with the brothers?” Cas watched her reaction seeing the subtle way she tensed at his question. Her hands tightened a little against her legs and she sighed softly as she tried to think of a way to answer without worrying Dean. He knew of the demon part but knowing about her hearing strange voices might just tip him over the deep end and she worried he might become over-protective or think she was insane; neither were particularly favourable. “Yes, I noticed I starting having powers like demons. I can move things without touching it, and…” She frowned a little but Cas just stared at her waiting for her to finish. “…and I’ve started to hear voices. They…they were really loud when you were all in there, I felt like my head was going to explode, but I didn’t know what they were saying and there were so many.” She kept her head down as she spoke, playing nervously with her fingers, and she waited for Dean’s outrage or disbelief. When she heard nothing she looked up seeing the worried look on his face as he looked at her through the mirror surprised that she had heard the voices.