Chapter 29

"Okay, okay. I'll give it to you," I took the necklace off, and held it in my palm. I closed my fist around it, but didn't let it change. Crowley held out his palm, and I put my fist in it.

Before I could completely drop it into his palm, it changed into the sword. I made my move, and stabbed his torso. He grunted, and flashed a little. He fell to his knees, and grunted again. But, he lifted his head, and a dy laugh came from his lips.

"You can't kill me! I'm the King!" He growled before he fell limp.

When he fell, I pulled my sword and clipped the clasp behind my neck. I saw Sam running towards me in a muscle shirt, and basketball shorts.

"What the Hell happened?" He asked, seeing Crowley's body on the floor.

I grumbled, "He tried to steal something that wasn't his. So, he's dead now."

Sam's eyes widened, and he smiled a little. I missed his smile, but I was still mad... Yup... I'm.. Still... ugh. No I'm not. Irritated a little, but not angry.

"You killed the King of Hell! I can't believe it."

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Sam ended up bringing Crowley's meat suit to the Bunker. I told both of them the story, and they both seemed relieved. And then Dean's cell phone rang. Dean put it on speaker, and a teenage boy's voice spoke.

"The last trial? I decoded it. You have to purify a soul that's been corrupted," The kid's voice seemed unpleased.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked out loud.

The kid's voice panicked, "Whoa! Why is there a girl with you?"

"I'm a hunter, Kid. You'll meet me sooner or later." I said.

"Anyway, Kevin, I think we should bring you to the bunker. It's much safer than Garth's place." Dean interrupted out little conversation.

"Okay."

Within the next few minutes, the call ended, and we had to figure out what the hell purifying a corrupted soul meant. So, we headed to the basement, and got to work. I put my hair in a ponytail, and started to read files from the Men of Letters' documents. Dean took a box, I took a box, and Sam took a box. From there, our work began.

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A few hours later, I pulled out my final file. I opened the unlabeled manilla folder, and saw documents all over the pages. I saw a picture of a large syringe. I read through the documents, and looked in the bottom of the box. An old video tape sat with a thin layer of dust covering the title.

"Hey, guys... I think I found something," I spoke loud enough to hear them running over to me, "Dean, go find the movie player. Hurry."

Dean scrambled around the basement to search for the antique. Sam snatched the documents from me, and started to read them to himself.

"I think you found what we were looking for," Sam mumbled, "Thanks."

"Yeah. Anything for my favorite Winchester." I gave a small smile before snatching the movie, and putting the old files back in place.

When I looked up, Sam had a little bit of a smile on his face, "Favorite, huh?"

"Hide your ego before I take it back," I said, joking.

I stood up, and got put the lid on the box. I stretched, and noticed Sam was still looking at me. I smiled, and stood closer to him. I set my hand on the middle part of his chest, but cringed back. I screamed in pain as a pain erupted in my chest. I looked down at where my hand clutched. My chest was glowing a bright golden yellow. I pulled my shirt up, and screamed again. Sam was sitting next to me in an instant. A rather large slit right in the center of my ribcage showed. It wasn't bleeding, just glowing. Within a few more seconds, the slit was gone. I set my short down, and suddenly felt exhausted.

I looked around, Dean was standing by, with a worried look on his face. I cringed, and felt the pain withering away.

"Crowley isn't dead." His deep voice suddenly sent me into shock, and I was falling into blackness.

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SAM POV

I felt Kylee go limp in my arms. She fell fast asleep. I thought back to the problem at hand.

"What do you mean Crowley isn't dead?"

"I mean, he in a demon trap in my trunk. Breathing, and murderous. I bagged his head so he doesn't exactly know where he is... But, the issue is, he's out for Kylee's head." Dean explained, holding the movie player in his hand.

"Well, what are we supposed to do? We can't exactly keep Crowley in your trunk." I picked Kylee up.

"I know , but for now, we need to watch whatever is on that tape, and do this damn trial. But, until then, Crowley is sitting my my damn trunk," Dean mumbled.

I followed Dean into an empty room. He obviously had no idea how to work the movie player, so I set Kylee in one of the chairs, and pushed his out of the way. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. I set the canister on the player, and rolled the lever. The light appeared on the wall, and we both sat down.

Dean scoffed, "Geek much?"

I rolled my eyes. Upon the screen, a video of one of the Men of Letters appeared. He spoke about what his experiment was. Then, it showed a demon strained on the cement floor in a trap.

"It felt good to feel their bones bend and break under my hands; their blood heat my hands." The demon growled.

The Man of Letters splashed holy water on his face, and asked, "How did it really feel murdering your own family?"

"Wonderful."

The demon was once again splashed with water. The man injected something into the demon.

The asked the same question, and the same answer. The video lapsed, and a few hours later, the demon was injected, and the man asked again. This time, the demon broke out in tears, and whines.

"It was horrible! I couldn't control it."

At last, their experiment was successful. But , again the video lapsed. It showed the dead body of the man who did the experiment, and then another few people. A younger man started to speak.

"A few days after this happened, he died."

"Will you be okay?" It was a females voice.

The camera turned to her. Dean and I both gasped a little. It was Abbadon, the redheaded Knight of Hell. The video soon cut off, and Dean and I looked at each other. Then back at the wall. What?

"Well, now we have another reason to kill that son of a bitch." Dean muttered.

I nodded, and looked over at Kylee. She still wasn't awake. I started to freak out a little. I felt for a pulse. It seemed to be slowing by the minute.

"Dean-" I looked back at him, he was pulling the movie thing from the player, "something's wrong."

"Like what?" He looked over at me, with confusion written on his face.

"Her pulse. It's slowing. She needs to get to a hospital," I picked Kylee up again, and started walking to the garage.

"Did you forget we had the King of fucking Hell in my trunk?" Dean scrambled behind me.

"No! But we need to, or she's gonna die, Dean!"

Dean rolled his eyes, and grabbed the keys from the hook in the garage. He unlocked the car, and I slid Kylee into the backseat. I sat with her head on my lap, as Dean sped out of the garage. The tires squealed, and we were at the hospital in record time.

I ran into the emergency room with an unconscious Kylee in my arms. When paramedics asked what happened, I said the first thing that popped into my mind.

"Uh- my wife. She just collapsed. She hasn't woken up." I stuttered to get the words out.

They pulled up a gurney, and I gently placed her in it. Dean and I rushed with the racing workers. They pulled her into a room, and pushed us out.

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Dean and I waited thirty minutes before the doctor came out. While we waited, I filled out paperwork, and put in the first name that popped into my head.

"Mr. Howatt, your wife is stable. Your brother and yourself can go see her." The doctor informed us.

I nodded in thanks, and walked into the room. Kylee had an oxygen tube shoved down her throat, and multiple tubes shoved into her arms. She looked peaceful- almost like she was sleeping... Minus the nightmares.

I sat next to her, and grabbed her hand.

"It's not that I don't care, but I'm gonna go take care 'a Crowley. Ask him some questions," Dean mumbled after a few moments.

I waved him off, making myself comfortable in the uncomfortable hospital chair.

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KYLEE POV

"SAM! Sam, I'm okay! I'm alive," I stood there, looking into his eyes.

But he looked away. I looked over, seeing myself in the hospital bed. OHMYGOD. I was out of my body.

A shot of anger ran through my body. I swatted away the glass of water by the bed. It flew across the room, and spilled all over the floor.

"Oh, not this again." He spoke aloud, "Kylee, if you're here, if you see someone else roaming the halls, and asking other people to talk to them, don't approach them. They're reapers. If you do meet them, you'll actually die. I don't want that. So, please. Stay here. I'll be back in two minutes."

"Okay," I said, even if he couldn't hear me.

"I'll be back- wait... Did you speak?"

"Yeah."

"I can hear you. Kylee stay here. Don't leave the room. Don't do anything. Just. Stay. Here. I'm going to come back. We'll fix the problem."

I sat on the bed, next to my corpse. Nothing was happening... What will happen?

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A/N: I wrote this chapter while I was on a plane. Do you know how time consuming this is?

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-Mae