Sin Fever

Crowley flicked his wrist and Sam and Dean were hurdled through the air and smashed against a large, red barn that sat in the background. The wind had gotten knocked out of them both; they struggled to get to their feet and draw their weapons. Crowley seemed bored as he flicked his wrist once again and they were tossed through the barn doors this time and their guns were thrown from their hands. Both bloody and bruised from the encounter when they first confronted Crowley, they were left defenseless at this point. Crowley waltzed up to Sam and Dean and spoke..

"You boys really ought to know by now I'm a force to be reckoned with..." He glanced down at the both of them and sneered. "...I'm Crowley."

Dean held himself up on an elbow, breathing heavily he glared at Crowley.

"Yea, almighty king of hell who grew a set once Lucifer was sent back to the cage. Just remember you were his dog...once a bitch ALWAYS a bitch."

Sam had been trying to get to his feet when Crowley approached and kicked him in the gut then brushed his suit off. He knelt down in front of Dean and smirked.

"You're such a flirt, Squirrel." Crowley rose to stand once again. "Too bad the charm is wasted on someone who's life is going to end."

"What if we make a deal?!" Sam barked in a desperate attempt to gain Crowley's interest.

Crowley turned his attention to Sam.

"Afraid not, Moose. You see I am about to be in the position where I will no longer have to make deals. What I want just...." He paused." ...Will be. Goodbye boys. It's been great fun over the years, I'll miss it."

And with that Crowley extended both hand and started to squeeze the air as if their were invisible throats under his grip. Dean and Sam slowly were raised to their feet and began struggling for air. They scratched at their throats and gasped as Crowley's eyes rolled over red.

A shot rang out from behind Crowley and a bullet grazed his shoulder causing him to lose his telepathic grip on the Winchesters. Crowley stumbled forward some while Sam and Dean hit the ground coughing. Crowley turned wide eyed to see You standing there taking steady aim with your weapon, smoke still floating from the barrel of the gun. Your hair whipped in the gust of warm wind and a smirk danced across your lips as you stared Crowley down. Sam and Dean stood upright and looked on in confusion and shock. Crowley regained his balance and looked to you, holding his wound.

"What the-. Who the bloody hell are you?!" Crowley growled obviously annoyed.

"You should be asking if your going to live to see the next 2 minutes, not who I am." You replied with that same smirk.

Crowley straightened and eyed you up and down, sizing you up. You began to stride up to Crowley showing you weren't in the least bit intimidated by the king of hell. He responded the same way as to show you the same thing although he was surprised at your arrogance. He narrowed his eyes at you while he stepped closer. You kept aim with your weapon to his head and stopped only feet away from him. Crowley scoffed.

"Love, I'm afraid you have no idea who you're dealing with..." Crowley warned. "I could end you in a fraction of a second, and yet you have SUCH GALL to step to me?"

"I know EXACTLY who you are, Crowley..." You said matter of factly. "And your threats don't scare me. Maybe thing one and thing two over there, But not me.." You lift your gaze briefly to Dean and Sam making sure it was known who you were referring to. Crowley placed his hands in this jacket pockets.

"...Interesting..." Crowley purred. "...But how incredibly stupid. Which you will realize when I am crushing every bone in your body."

Crowley was curious about you although he did well to hide it. Even the Winchesters knew what Crowley was capable of. But You, you were different. There was no fear. No care for what he was capable of. No qualms about facing him head on. You were going to be a problem and he knew it. Regardless of his statement you stood your ground.

"Hard to crush anyone's bones when you've got a bullet through your skull, Crowley." You said calmly as your trigger finger began to itch.

Crowley took notice in this, snapped his fingers, and disappeared before you fired your kill shot. The bullet sped through the air right between Dean and Sam, who took the initiative to retrieve their guns. Before you could react to his vanishing act he reappeared right behind you and flung the gun from your hands, grabbing you by the throat from behind. He smirked as he knew he now had the upper hand while you struggled slightly against him.

"...Cute darling, very cute...but now it seems you're in a bit of a pickle." Crowley said smoothly.

Sam and Dean approached with weapons raised.

"Let her go Crowley!" Dean demanded.

"Now why would I do that? So she can bloody kill me?!" Crowley barked. "I've got a better idea...I'll snap her neck right here where she stands."

"Let her go!" Sam and Dean growled in unison.

"Your fight is with us, not with her." Dean snapped.

"Ah...I see. Be the big heroes? Save the damsel in distress? Then the world? Pathetic boys. When will you just settle on the fact you can't save everyone? You can barely get yourselves out of trouble..." Crowley started to go on a rant. Which gave you time to pull an angel blade from your thigh discreetly.

While Crowley continued to yammer on you twisted the blade in your wrist and plunged it deep into Crowley's upper thigh. He yelled in pain and released you from his grip. You turned abruptly and held the angel blade to his throat.

"The last thing I am, is a damsel in distress, asshole." You attempted to drive the blade through his neck but Crowley was smart enough to know his match was met. He had snapped his fingers once again and vanished into thin air sending your momentum forward into nothing. You looked around irritated the you're eyes met the ground. Through clenched teeth you growled.

"Damn."

Sam and Dean started to approach you.

"Look...thanks for helping us out back ther-.." Sam was cut off when you snapped around pointing the blade at them. Both jumped back and threw their hands up to show they meant no harm.

"Whoa! What the hell lady?!" Dean snapped.

"I may have saved you from death but don't think I wont kill you myself if you take another step." You narrowed your eyes. "Who are you or WHAT are you?"

"OK...well I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam."

"We're hunters.." Sam Chimed in. "..I'm guessing like you?"

You lowered your weapon and slightly bowed your head at the Winchesters.

"I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, (Y/N), how did you wound Crowley like that with one shot?" Sam asked curiously.

You smiled and picked up your gun and gave the butt of it a pat.

"Good old fashion bullets fashioned from an angel blade." You smirked.

Sam looked shocked.

"I'm sorry, did you say angel blade bullets?"

"Well I hate to cut this introduction short but Crowley and his fleet of nasties wont be gone for long." Dean stated looking around. "We should go."
Dean looked to you weary of you.

"You have a place to crash? or are you just passing through?" Dean asked

"I'm just passing through. I need to get some information on some of the demon activity that has been happening across the country." You said.

Sam and Dean looked at one another.

"Well you are more than welcome to come crash at our bunker. Crowley is going to have it out for you now. You might as well dig up information in a heavily warded place." Sam offered softly.

You were hesitant. But you knew that they were right. Once Crowley came back it would be with a vengeance so it would be beneficial for you to have some back up.
Before you knew it, you were in the back of the impala heading off into the horizon with the Winchesters.