Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 7 of Crazy Truth. This story has had a long and bumpy road for Natasha. Thank you to those who have left reviews for this story, it really does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story. I hope that you guys will enjoy this next Chapter of Crazy Truth. There is one chapter left in this story. I'm sad to see this one end, but there is more to come with Natasha and the brothers. I do promise you that. Without further ado Chapter 7. Enjoy.
Finding the Last Two Rings
Dean narrowed his eyes at his younger brother. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Dean -" Sam began only to get cut off.
"No, don't "Dean" me. I mean, you - you have had some stupid ideas in the past, But this -" He looked to Bobby and Natasha. "d-did you know about this?"
"What?" Bobby questioned looking over at the older Winchester brother.
"About Sam's genius plan to cram the devil down his throat."
Bobby nodded his head as Natasha looked away rubbing her arm out of sadness.
"Well, thanks for the heads up!"
"Hey, this ain't about me."
Dean turned and faced Sam his anger simmering under the surface. "You can't do this."
"That's the consensus."
"All right. Awesome. Then, end of discussion." His phone cut him off. He took it out of his pocket. "This isn't over. Hello? Cas?"
"Is he okay?" Sam questioned in concern.
"We all thought you were Dead. Where the hell are you, man? Are you okay? You want to elaborate? S-so, a hospital? Uh, well, I got to tell you, man - You're just in time. We figured out a way to pop Satan's box. It's a long story, but, look -we're going after Pestilence now. So if you want to zap over here… What do you mean? What do you mean? You're out of angel mojo? Human. Wow. Sorry. All right. Well, look, no worries. Uh, Bobby's here. He'll wire you the cash."
Bobby looked over at Dean. "I will?"
"Cas...I-it's okay. Thank you. I appreciate that." Dean then hung up his phone taking a breath.
"So…" Natasha said sticking her hands in her pockets. "We're going after Cas?" She bit her lower lip in hopes that it would be a yes that they would be going to get Cas out of the hospital. No angel should be in a place he didn't know.
Dean, Sam and Natasha got into the Impala.
"Be careful." Bobby told the three of them. "Your mother will have my head if your not careful Natasha."
Natasha stuck her head out the window and nodded her head. "You got it Bobby, I'll be careful." She said with a cheeky grin.
Dean started the car up and began to drive down the road.
Natasha leaned back in the backseat letting out a soft breath.
The three of them watched the home from the Impala.
"So this is Dr. Evil's lair, huh?" Dean questioned his brows raising slightly.
"It's kind of more depressing than evil." Sam said, letting out a soft breath.
"It's like a four-color brochure for dying young. Of course, to Pestilence, it's probably Dollywood in there."
"Great. A whole building full of people. We don't know who's human, who's demon, and who's pestilence. So what do we do?"
"Hang on." Dean said getting out of the car and leaving Natasha and Sam in the car.
Natasha blinked a few times in confusion. "What on earth does he think he's doing?"
Natasha and Sam hid around the corner waiting for what Dean was going to do.
"Hey. Hi. Uh, I'm looking for my Nana. Uh, her name is Eunice Kennedy." Dean said to the Security Guard.
"Go around front and see the nurse."
"You mind just helping me out, sir? Uh, she's about, uh, about that small and gray hair, wears diapers." He then punched the guard, knocking him out.
Sam came out into view with Natasha. His brows raised. "Eunice Kennedy?"
"That's the beauty about improv, Sammy. You never know what's gonna come out of your mouth."
"So, what are -"
Natasha nudged Sam.
Sam tapped Dean's arm, waking the almost sleeping form of his brother. "Hey. What are we even looking for?"
Dean looked up at Sam. "Well, he's Pestilence, so he probably looks sick."
"Everybody looks sick." Sam pointed to the distortion on the monitor. "Hey."
"Oh, now we're talking."
Natasha bit her lip. "Well let us go and get this ring and get out of here."
Sam nodded his head.
Sam, Dean, and Natasha came around the corner and saw the bodies of a doctor and a nurse.
Sam begins coughing up blood. "Ugh...Must be getting close."
"You think?" Dean sank to the floor.
Natasha coughed up some blood groaning.
"Dean?" Sam tried to help Dean, but stumbled and Dean fell to the floor. "Get up."
"The doctor will see you now." A demon nurse said walking up to them.
"Sam. Dean." Dr. Green said with a smile.
Sam held his knife up, keels over and fell to the floor.
Natasha groaned falling to the floor.
"Come right in."
Pestilence looked at the three of them. "Hmm. You boys don't look well. It might be the, uh, Scarlet fever. Or, uh, the meningitis. Oh! Or the syphilis. That's no fun. However you feel right now? It's gonna get so very, very much worse. Questions? Disease gets a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, t-that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself... Very...Pure...Single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose -divide and conquer." Pestilence stepped on Dean's hand. "That's why, in the end...It always wins. So, you've got to wonder why God pours all his love into something so messy...And 's ridiculous. All I can do is show him he's wrong, one epidemic at a time. Now... On a scale of 1 to 10, how's your pain?"
The door opened revealing Castiel coming inside of the room.
"Cas." Dean said looking up sickly at Cas.
"How'd you get here?"
"I took a bus. Don't worry, I -" Castiel fell to the floor coughing.
"Well, look at that. An occupied vessel, but powerless. Oh, that's fascinating. There's not a speck of angel in you, is there?"
Castiel grabbed Sam's knife and cut off Pestilence's ring and pinky finger.
"Maybe just a speck." Cas said looking up at Pestilence.
"It doesn't matter. It's too late."
"Well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it? What?" Bobby said looking at the four of them.
"Last thing Pestilence said. "it's too late."" Sam said, pursing his lips together in thought.
"He get specific?"
"We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actual good news." Dean said, letting out a breath looking at Bobby.
"Any type of news would be better than what we got back there." Natasha said as she sat down letting out a soft breath.
"Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die." Bobby told them.
"Huh." Dean said looking over at Bobby.
"I don't understand your definition of good news." Castiel said tilting his head to the side.
"Well...Death, the horseman - he's gonna be there. And if we can stop him before he kick-starts this storm, get his ring back -"
"Yeah, you make it sound so easy." Dean said, letting out a breath.
"Hell, I'm just trying to put a spin on it."
"Well...Bobby, h-how'd you put all this together, anyways?" Sam questioned looking at the older hunter his brow furrowed slightly in confusion trying to figure out how he did it.
"I had, you know...Help."
Crowley appeared out of nowhere. "Don't be so modest. I barely helped at all. Hello, boys. Pleasure, et cetera. Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it."
"Bobby? Tell us what?" Sam asked his brows furrowing even more.
"World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little...Soul."
"You sold your soul?" Dean questioned his head snapping towards Bobby.
"Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back." Crowley said looking at the three baffled hunters.
"Well, then give it back!"
"Did you kiss him?" Sam blurted out.
Crowley held out his phone which had a picture of him and Bobby kissing on it.
"Why'd you take a picture?"
"Why do you have to use tongue?"
"All right. You know what? I'm sick of this. Give him his soul back now." Dean said looking at Crowley.
"I'm sorry. I can't."
"Can't or won't?"
"I won't, all right? It's insurance."
"What are you talking about?"
"You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it. But you won't kill me... As long as I have that soul in the deposit box."
"You son of a bitch." Bobby snapped looking at Crowley.
"I'll return it. After all this is over, and I can walk safely away. Do we all understand each other?"
Natasha let out a breath. "Sounds like we really don't have much of a choice."
"See the girl understands."
Natasha rolled her eyes scoffing a little crossing her arms.
Bobby looked over at Castiel. "What's your problem?"
"This is what they mean by "the 11th hour," right?" Cas asked, slightly confused.
"Pretty much." Natasha said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Well, it's the 11th hour, and I am useless. All I have is this." He said waving his shotgun. "What am I even supposed to do with it?"
"Whoa watch it." Natasha said ducking so she didn't get hit with the barrel of the gun.
"Point it and shoot." Bobby said looking at the angel.
"What I used to be -" Castiel said letting out a breath.
"Are you really gonna bitch -to me? Quit pining for the varsity years...And load the damn truck."
"All right, well...Good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse." Dean said looking at them.
"Yeah. Good luck killing Death." Sam said looking over at his brother.
"Remember when we used to just...hunt wendigos? How simple things were?"
"Well, um…" Sam pulled out Ruby's knife. "You might need this."
"Keep it." Crowley handed Dean a small scythe. "Dean's covered. Death's own. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself."
Castiel looked at Crowley. "How did you get that?"
Crowley looked over at Cas. "Hello -king of the crossroads. So, shall we? Bobby, you just gonna sit there?"
"No, I'm gonna riverdance." Bobby snapped looking at Crowley.
Natasha looked over at Bobby with a sad look on her face. She knew that he had been having a lot of trouble since he had not been able to walk. She looked away knowing that he didn't want to see her looking at him with pity on her face.
"I suppose if you want to impress the ladies. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. Really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact - you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-a clause on your behalf. What can I say? I'm an altruist. Just gonna sit there?"
Bobby got up out of his wheelchair. He blinked a few times in shock. "Son of a bitch."
"Yes, I know. Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy."
"This is getting maudlin. Can we go?"
Cas pursed his lips in thought before he said something out loud. ""Yes" to Lucifer. Then jump in the hole. It's an interesting plan."
"That's a word for it." Bobby said, shaking his head.
"So? Go ahead and tell me it's the worst plan you ever heard." Sam said looking over at Cas. He had heard it from Dean, Bobby, and of course the very confused Natasha. He knew that it wasn't a fully good idea, but something needed to be done.
"Of course. I am happy to say that if that's what you want to hear. But it's not what I think." Castiel said looking over at Sam.
"You and Dean have a habit of exceeding my expectations. He resisted Michael. Maybe you could resist Lucifer but there are things that you would need to know."
"Michael has found another vessel."
"It's your brother Adam. You must have considered it."
"We were trying not to." Sam said, shaking his head. He didn't like the idea that Cas thought that they had willingly used Adam.
"Sam...If you say yes to Lucifer and then fail...This fight will happen. And the collateral... It'll be immense. There's also the demon blood."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"To take in Lucifer, it would be more than you've ever drunk."
"It strengthens the vessel. Keeps it from exploding."
"But the guy he's in now -"
"He's drinking gallons."
"And how is that not the worst plan you ever heard?" Bobby said looking over at Cas his brows raised.
Bobby looked out the window pursing his lips together as they watched. "Yup, they're loading up hotshots of Croatoan in the trucks. Okay. First truck don't leave for an hour. We get in, we plant the c-4 every 25 feet, then we pull the fire alarm."
"That truck is leaving." Castiel pointed out.
"Balls! Okay, new plan."
"It's the Winchesters." One demon said.
"Well, then, let's bake them up a little treat." The second demon said.
"Help!" The warehouse employee yelled.
"Side door!" Bobby yelled.
"Help me, please! Help!"
"Get back!" Sam said, shooting through the door lock and the door opened.
"Go. Come on. Go."
Sam, Natasha and Bobby see a whole pack of Croatoan infected people attacking someone. They took aim before they began shooting down the infected people.
"Help me! Please! Help!"
"There's still people here." Sam said as he started moving further into the warehouse.
"Sam, no!" Bobby said.
"Wait here." Sam said, handing Bobby his knife.
"I'm going in with him." Natasha said moving inside slowly.
Sam killed another infected who was attacking a warehouse employee. "You okay?" Sam took the employee to Bobby who was holding off other Croatoan infected with Natasha.
"Go! Go! Go! Go!"
Sam was attacked by an infected.
Castiel shot him with his shotgun.
Natasha let out a breath of relief.
"Actually, these things can be useful." Castiel said looking at his gun.
"Can we commit our act of domestic terrorism already? Let's go." Bobby snapped at the three of them.
Natasha helped Sam up to his feet. "You alright?"
Sam nodded his head. "Yeah. Thanks."
Natasha smiled a quirky smile before turning to follow Bobby and Cas.
Natasha slowly walked out into the yard seeing Bobby and Dean outside. She bit her lip softly as she ducked behind some items so she wasn't seen. She could tell that they were in a deep conversation. She held her hand to her chest as she listened.
"Well, how'd it go at the Rockettes audition?" Dean asked.
"Well, high kicks - fair. Boobs need work. I walked up and down stairs all night for no damn reason. I'm sore. Feels so good, I'm scared it's a dream. But then I remember that the world's dying bloody, so, drink?"
"Check it out."
"Hmm. Oh. So death told you how to operate those? The whole deal?"
"Yeah. It's nuts. Of course, I got bigger problems now."
"What do you think Death does to people who lie to his face?"
"What'd you say?"
"That I was cool with Sam driving the bus on the whole Lucifer plan."
"So Death thinks Sam ought to say yes, huh?"
"I don't know. Yeah."
"But, I mean, of course he'd say that. He works for Lucifer."
"Against his will, I thought he said."
"Well, I'd say, take his sob story with a fat grain of salt. I mean, he is Death."
"Exactly. He's Death. Think of the kind of bird's-eye view."
"I'm just saying -"
"Well, don't. I mean, what happened to you being against this?"
"Look, I'm not saying Sam ain't an ass-full of character defects. But…"
"Back at Niveus? I watched that kid pull one civilian out after another. Must have saved 10 people. Never stopped. Never slowed down. We're hard on him, Dean. We've always been. But in the meantime... He's been running into burning buildings since he was, what, 12?"
"Look, Sam's got a...Darkness in him. I'm not saying he don't. But he's got a hell of a lot of good in him, too."
"I know." Dean said, letting out a soft breath.
"Then you know Sam will beat the devil...Or die trying. That's the best we could ask for. So I got to ask, Dean. What exactly are you afraid of? Losing? Or losing your brother?"
Natasha closed her eyes before she slowly headed back inside before Dean or Bobby saw her. She walked into the kitchen and saw Sam nursing a beer. "Hey." She said softly.
Sam looked up seeing her come into the room. His brows furrowed when he saw how pale she looked. "You alright?"
Natasha bit her fear back knowing that Sam would do the right thing. "Yeah." She said offering him a small smile as she went to the fridge, her smile fading once she turned away. She grabbed a beer from the fridge and cracked it open. She slowly came over letting out a soft breath sitting down across from him. "How are you? Alright?" She asked softly looking up at him.
Sam took a soft breath as he messed with the label of his beer bottle. "About as okay as I can be." He said softly rubbing his mouth.
"Worried about what is to come?"
Sam took a soft breath and nodded his head. "Yeah." He admitted softly looking up at her. "If you were in my shoes…"
"Would I be afraid?" She asked looking up at him before taking a sip of her beer. She let out a breath as she thought for a moment.
Sam nodded his head.
"I would be, but I know it would be the right thing and I would try my damnedest to get it done." She bit her lip softly looking down.
Sam looked up at her with a thankful look. "Nat…"
Natasha looked up at him, her brows raised.
"Being here helping…"
Natasha's cheeks flushed. "Oh…"
"You didn't have to do everything that you've done…"
Natasha let out a soft chuckle. "It was the right thing to do." She said, looking up at him, her eyes locking with his. She smiled a small soft smile.
This is the end of Chapter 7. Please leave a review of what you guys think. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. There is only one chapter left of this story. I hope that you guys like Natasha and she'll grow some more through the next chapter. Please leave a review and tell me who do you guys think Natasha should be with. Until next time guys. Much Love.