Caged Heat

Spinning the wedding ring on my finger, I stepped out of the car. We were now outside of a old factory, meeting with two demons to trade off another monster. 

"You're late," one of the demons said as Dean dragged a handcuffed monster toward them.

"Traffic was a bitch," he said. 

"One Rougarou," Sam stated as the other demon shoved the monster into the SUV.

"Now, where's Crowley?" Dean asked, hand on my waist. 

"Banging a hooker in a sweet spot call none of your business," the demon replied.

"Oh! Look at that, a demon trying to be funny," Dean said. 

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

"Didn't get it," I added. 

"Night, girls." the demon turned around.

"Where's my dad?" I demanded. Last week, I got a note stating that Crowley had my father and would keep him until we brought him what he wanted. Monsters to torture.

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

"I'm sorry," the demon said. "I know you're speaking. I see your lips moving, but I don't know what you're saying because I don't speak little bitch." He got into the car and drove off.

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

_____

"No, man. Screw it. I'm done," Dean said as we walked into the abandoned house we were staying at. 

"Calm down," Sam told him.

"We've been going on these runs and it's not getting us anywhere."

"Dean--" 

"I mean, the only thing that's really changed is not I need a daily rape shower," Dean continued. 

"Done complaining, babe?" I asked, leaning against the table. 

"You hate this just as much as I do."

"Am I yammering about how bad it is? No."

"Okay, you're right," Sam admitted. "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." Dean looked up at Sam, tearing his eyes from the floor. "You even want it back?"

"I'm working for Crowley, aren't I?" 

Dean walked across the room. "Yeah, well, who says he's gonna hold up his end, you know?" He poured a glass of whiskey, making me sigh. "It is Crowley. You ever think of that? Right?" He turned. I followed his gaze to find Sam gone. "So I guess the moment's over. Is that what you're saying?"

"I think you need to relax," I told Dean. "You seem on edge."

"Sam?" Dean called again.

"I'm sure he's fine," I said, following as Dean made his way toward the hall with his gun now in his hand.

We moved through the hall, peeking into the next room only to find Sam unconscious on the floor.

Suddenly a sharp pain rocketed through my skull.

_____

I came to tied up, surrounded by demons, and with a throbbing headache. 

"What now?" Dean asked.

"I think I know who you can ask," Sam replied, eyes trained on someone behind Dean and I.

I glanced over my shoulder. 

"Evil bitch," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes as Meg came into view. 

She set a hand on his shoulder, leaning close. "Keep sweet-talking me. This could go a whole new direction."

"Meg, I've been dying to see you again," Dean told her sarcastically as she moved to stand in front of us.  

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

"How about I rip you to shreds?"

"Kinky, I like."

I rolled my eyes, though it was hot. I had to admit. 

"But a little q&a first, if you don't mind. Now, where's your boss?" Meg asked. 

Sam scoffed. "You think we work for somebody?"

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

"Don't know, don't care."

"But you've been working his beat for months," Meg pointed out.

"Yeah, well, our boss isn't the have breakfast together type, so..." I trailed off. 

Meg looked between us all before sitting down on Dean's lap. "Where does he take all those things you snatch up for him? I bet you an all-day sucker that's where His Majesty's holed up."

"You have five seconds before I slit your throat, so I suggest you move," I told her. 

Meg gave me a look. "I'm the one with the knife, you're tied up, do the math," she said. "Okay, officially over the foreplay. Satisfy me or I please myself." She placed the blade against Dean's throat. 

Sam laughed.

"Something funny, Sam?" Dean asked.

"I'm not entertained," I spoke up.

"Yeah," Sam answered. "Meg."

"Really? Because where I'm sitting--" Dean began. 

"Don't worry, she can't do jack squat," Sam assured him. "She's totally screwed."

"Sam, not helping."

"Look at her,  Dean. She's furious," Sam pointed out. "If she could kill you, she'd have done it by now."

"Well, that was reassuring," I mumbled. 

"She's running," Sam stated.

Meg rolled her eyes, looking over at him. "Am I?"

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

"How would you know?"

Sam shrugged. "It's what I'd do."

"He's got a newfound passion for being psychotic," I stated. 

"She can't kill us," Sam said. "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." Dean shrugged.

"I second that." I nodded my head. 

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

"Let me guess, you're gonna tell me," Meg remarked. 

"Work with us."

"Whoa, what?" Dean asked.

"Sounds unpleasant to me," I said. 

Sam gave him a look. "We'll hand you Crowley with a bow on one condition. We go with you, you help us wring something out of him before you hack him to bits."

"What?" Meg asked.

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

"I apprenticed under Alastair in hell just like your brother. So, Dean, can I make Crowley do whatever I want?"

Dean raised his eyes to her in a glare. "Yeah, she can."

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

"You gonna untie us?"

"Please, don't pretend you don't enjoy it." Meg walked off. 

Two of the demons followed, the last one pausing beside Dean and staring. 

"You gonna kiss me?" Dean asked.

"I object to that," I said.

_____

Once getting untied, we all stood in the living room again. "What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"What do you mean?" Sam replied, slipping on his jacket. 

"I mean, what are you doing?" Dean demanded.

Sam scoffed. "Dean, you wanted to screw over Crowley. Merry Christmas."

"To be fair, we're still working with demons. He wanted to not work with demons." I shrugged. 

"You wanna work with a demon again?" Dean asked, pointing at his brother. 

"We're working with demons now," Sam stated. "I'm doing this because I wanna stop."

"She killed Ellen and Jo."

"I know, but you can't look at this emotionally. We need her," Sam said.

"He's right," I admitted. 

Dean looked at me. "Have you lost your mind?"

"What? We need to kill Crowley first. She's how we do that. Then we can slice and dice her."

"The hell we do," Dean scoffed. "That little bitch is gonna screw us over so fast--"

"Of course, which is why we screw her first," Sam said in a 'duh' tone.

"As long as it's figuratively screwing her, I'm cool. Not literally as in sex," I said.

"Like Saige said, Meg and her little posse are dead the second we're done," Sam continued. 

"Yeah, if they don't kill us," Dean pointed out.

"Oh, they won't. Because we're bringing insurance."