The musty basement is filled with a soft yellow glow from the swinging lamp overhead, shadows casted upon the shelves and concrete floors as the group stands before an empty space. On the floor ahead of them laid a bright red pentagram, painted thickly on top of the dusty stone. Wrapping the warm palms of her hands around a golden metal bowl, (y/n) makes her way over to Bobby. He fills the empty space with strange items. Once he's finished, he nods as a cue for her to go ahead. Stepping back, Bobby watches as (y/n)'s index finger erupts into an orange blaze, soft hand flicking the flame into the bowl. The items catch and the room is momentarily illuminated in it's bright glow. Once the fire dies down, an unfamiliar presence makes itself known to the group, their eyes snapping to the pentagram. Now standing on top of the bright red paint, a nicely dressed man holding a small glass of liquor slowly turns on his heels. His face contorts into one of frustration upon seeing the Winchester brothers
"Come on!" He shouts out in anger, dark eyes scanning the room. (y/n) notes the gravelly british accent lacing his words. Dean, leaning against a wooden pillar, smirks lightly
"Don't act so surprised" Bobby strides forward, arms crossing against his chest
"My new boss is going to kill me for even talking to you lot"
"You're lucky we're not stabbing you in your scuzzy face, you little piece of-" Dean is quickly interrupted by his brother, hand reaching up to rest at his bicep to calm him down
"Wait, wait, wait-" Sam turns to the man (y/n) remembers they called Crowley and interrogates him ,"-what new boss?"
"Castiel, you giraffe"
"He's your boss?" Bobby asks in disbelief, only to get a bitter chuckle in reply
"He's everybody's boss!" He stares at the confused faces ,"what do you think he's going to do when he finds out we've been conspiring? Which I assume you do want to...conspire, right?"
"No, we want you to just stand there and look pretty" Bobby replies sarcastically
"...I'm listening..."
"We need a spell-" (y/n) notes the frustration in Dean's words, anger levels rising with each second he has to look at the demon ,"-to bind Death."
"Bind?" Crowley raises his eyebrows at Dean, letting out a scoff ,"Enslave Death? Are you having a laugh?"
"Lucifer did it" Dean defends
"That's Lucifer!"
"A spell's a spell" Sam adds. Crowley is silent for a moment, not believing for a second what they were trying to do. (y/n) couldn't exactly blame him, when she first heard the plan she was shocked too.
"You really believe you can handle that kind of horsepower? You're delusional!"
"Death is the only player left on the board that has the kind of juice to take Cas" Dean tries to get him to understand, but Crowley still seems extremely against it. It's then that (y/n) understands how afraid he must be. Demons were selfish, they would never stick their neck out unless they knew they'd be safe in the end.
"They'll both mash us like peas-" Crowley gestures to everybody in the room, offended that they would even ask him something like this ,"-why should I help on a suicide mission?"
"Look-" Bobby steps forward, getting dangerously close to the devils trap in an effort to reason with the demon ,"-you really want Cas running the universe?"
Remaining silent, eyeing the group suspiciously, the stubble faced man pours himself out some more of the strong smelling alcohol. Taking a drink, Dean groaning lightly at the agonizingly slow sip, he finally clears his throat to talk.
"Fine" He states tiredly ,"I'll help"
--------1 hour later--------
"We have most of this stuff-" Bobby holds up the thick piece of parchment, the ink bleeding into the yellow tinge of the wrinkled surface ,"-but we're gonna have to make a run for a few things."
(y/n), sitting crossed legged on the couch next to Sam, takes her eyes away from his interesting computer research to watch Dean stride across the room over to Bobby's desk
"Like?"
"Like 'an act of God crystallized forever.'" Bobby answers, stating the phrase dramatically
"What's that supposed to mean?" (y/n) asks curiously, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to figure out for herself. Bobby clicks on a few things on his own computer, Dean watching his screen as he pulls up a couple of websites
"Thinking it means an actual crystal-" Bobby explains ,"-lighting strikes sand at the right angle, it crystallizes into the perfect shape of itself."
"Lighting, an act of God" Sam scoffs lightly
"Jenga. You got yourself a fulgurite...We're gonna need a biggie."
"Something like that must be hard to get your hands on" (y/n) adds absentmindedly. Dean, nodding, turns to Bobby
"She's right, isn't she?"
"I found the record of an auction." Bobby smirks lightly, turning his computer around for everybody to see ,"Winning bidder lives about nine hours from here."
Dean smiled mischievously, arms crossing themselves over his chest. Looking around the room, he raises his eyebrows playfully.
"Well, how about we go pay them a visit?"
--------10 hours later--------
Creeping through the darkness, the obnoxious chirping of crickets surrounding them, the group's forms are hidden from sight as they make their way through a well trimmed yard. Coming up to an intricately designed metal fence, it's thick bars towering over the small group, they all stop. Borrowing one of Dean's flannels to cover her grey tank top, (y/n) quickly rolls up the long sleeves to keep them from getting in her way. Looking around to make sure there wasn't anybody watching, she gently touches one of the bars.
"Iron?" Dean whispers from her right side, eyes watching her hand for any smoke. She shakes her head. Grabbing a tight hold onto the thick black metal, her palms begin to emit a dim orange glow. Using the heat from her hands, she melts the metal until she's able to easily push the bars apart, making a large enough gap for all of them to slip through.
"Good job, (y/n)" Sam praises her quietly before they all climb through the opening, bodies crouched low as they run through the second well trimmed yard of the night. Making it to the back brick wall of the mansion, they press their bodies against the gritty surface. Sliding across until they hit the basement door, Bobby begins his work on the small security box to the side. Suddenly, a fluorescent tube of light breaks through the dense leaves of a hedge.
"Hey!" a younger man dressed in a formal guards outfit shines the blinding light upon the small group. Dean, not noticed by the man since he was lurking around in a bush a little bit away, slowly creeps up behind him.
"Excuse me-" He announces his presence to the guard, Sam and (y/n) watching in confusion as he continues ,"-you got any grey poupon?"
Before the man is able to respond, Dean swings the back of his pistol and lands the hard metal with a loud crack against his skull. The guard crumples to the ground in a pathetic heap. Sam chuckles lightly, eyebrows furrowing as he goes over what just happened
"Grey poupon? Seriously?"
"It's what popped in my head" Dean defends himself awkwardly before clearing his throat, motioning to Bobby who's finally able to disable the system ,"Shall we?"