No Exit

[Dean Winchester]

Dean was somewhat put off by the way they had both initially went to change the music, and he was about to let his frustration become very well known before an age old words of wisdom played through his mind, 'Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.'

At least the guys taste wasn't too bad, Queen could rock on occasion.

“I swear to god if you play any pop I am going to set this car on fire.” the Knight of Hell muttered, not really directing it to the vehicles driver, but he could tell the other had heard him by the raised eyebrow.

“Oh? And what would you have me play then?” Dean scratched his chin at this and then just shrugged.

“Something classic! Zepplin, AC DC, Guns and roses! Hell, I'd even listen to Bon Jovi at this point!” Dean could tell by the sigh his comment has received that his new found friends tastes might not have exactly lined up, and if that was the case then he was lucky to have gotten Queen out of the mix at all.

Dean looked over and he could see this Crowley's brow furrow, as if he was pondering something, it could have been switching the music or the deep mysteries of the universe. Whatever it was the Winchester would never know as the look passed and then they spent several awkward minutes in silence before the other demon decided to speak up.

“So, you claim to be a Knight of Hell.” Crowley said tilting his head slightly to the side. “I have heard of Dukes, and I think Beelzebub is a prince, but I can't say I have heard of Knights in the ranks.”

Dean growled and opened his mouth to snap at the guy but then shut it and seemed to think about what he was going to say.

“Right, easiest way to explain this is to first figure out where we stand.” He paused only fore a second before continuing on. “In your world how does it all work, the whole demon gig?”

Crowley just shrugged at this.

“I am guessing the same as it is everywhere? We all fell from Heaven after Lucifer's little stunt.” He paused and shook his head. “Some for lesser reasons then others. Why, is it different where you are from?”

“Yes, and also no.” Dean tried to think of the best way to word this. “Lucifer still fell, but everything else that we call demons were all once human.”

“I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand demons in your world were once human?” Crowley just sort of shook his head as he spoke, as if the entire concept was entirely alien to him.

“Yeah, basically Lucy fell and was mad at Dad so he decided to break all his fathers toys.” Dean stared off into the distance as he spoke, a million things going through his mind. “add a few hundred years of torture in hell, sometimes more, and bang! One twisted human soul now fully demonized!”

“So is that what happened to you?” the question was simple enough but Dean had no idea why it irked him so.

“No, while I have been to hell I am a special case.” The demon turned his attention now fully to the other. “You know the story, go to hell and come back only to stop the apocalypse! Find a greater evil and get yourself cursed to kill it. Die, turn demon, the world is your oyster!”

“I have a feeling that there is more to your story then you imply but I will not pry.” Dean thought that this was wise of Crowley to do, but then quirked an eyebrow when the other started to laugh suddenly.

“Something funny?” he asked.

“Yes!” Crowley said with little pause. “Two Apocalypse stopping demons riding together in the desert. What do you think the odds of that would be?”

Dean shook his head but couldn't help but grinning, despite his best efforts this Crowley was slowly becoming the second person he was starting to like in this god forsaken place!



After a few hours of driving Dean had spotted something he wanted to check out and had made Crowley pull over. There was a small camp with two men, roughly middle aged and wearing tattered clothing, not too far off and he wanted to talk to them. They might have seen the truck if it passed by this way after all.  He asked Crowley to stay with the car as he marched off towards the camp.

As he approached the pair, who had been huddled around a fire cooking something that had once been an animal of some sorts, one of them looked up and he just waved at the man. The man just looked at Dean as slowly signs of recognition crept across the strangers face, which eventually lead to complete and utter horror.

So he recognized Dean, huh? This should be good.

“Heya friend, seems like you know me but unfortunately I can't say the same for you.” As Dean was saying this the other looked up and then started to scream. Dean rushed in and forcefully put a hand on his mouth and shushed him before turning back to the other. “So, do you care to explain or are we going to do this the hard way?”

“No! They said three days! We should have had at least three days!” The man started to stammer. “Plus you might not have even come this way! We're just look outs man! Come on!”

Dean just grinned, tightening his grip on the other man's face as he drew the first blade and shoved it right into his captive's chest, the man's screams being muffled against the palm of his hand.

“The hard way it is then.”


Crowley waited by his car, doing his best to ignore the screams, pleas, and other general shouts of horror coming from the direction the Knight of Hell had wandered. Whatever was going on he wanted no part of it, but when it all stopped he couldn't help but look over to see the Winchester brother heading in his direction completely covered in blood.

“I know where we are going now.” Dean said as he got into the Bently, completely ignoring Crowley's look of complete disdain as the blood soaked demon got comfortable in the seat before slapping his hand on the outside of the door. “Well come on! Time waits for no man, or demon, or..... whatever.”