The Life and Death of a Psychic Waitress

Chapter 12

It’d been a week. We’d stopped three more, but Crowley had still broken another four. We didn’t have another lead; not even a clue where to begin with the next seal. So as much as the guys hated it, I told them we should rest up for when Cas came to say it was time.

But I wasn’t expecting the dread that came with his appearance. He looked upset. Well, as upset as an angel with no facial expression can look. “The only remaining seal to be broken is Scarlett.”

Benny got upset every time Cas said this. He didn’t like thinking of me as a ‘seal’ or a lock on the door of Purgatory that could just be unlocked.

I took Benny’s hand before he could say anything and Dean knocked on the door frame of the propped open wood.

“It’s time.” He said and this wave of sadness rushed over me.

I wasn’t ready to drive from New Mexico to Maine. I didn’t want to sit there, waiting for the pain I’d feel in my chest. I decided no matter what happened, I couldn’t let Benny die; not again. I squeezed Benny’s hand and stood, picking up my backpack that’d been packed for two days.

Benny glowed bright green and dark, murky blue. He was more scared than I was of this whole thing. He stood next to me and we nodded to Cas. Dean had told him to meet us at the warehouse, despite the fact he couldn’t get in.

So we sat in the car and drove the twenty-eight hour drive to Maine. Google said it’d taken thirty-six hours, but Dean trucked along. I didn’t know how he didn’t have a hundred speeding tickets.

I got a sense of Déjà vu when we pulled onto an old dirt road. Then the warehouse drew near and I held my breath. When Dean stopped the car, I had to make myself get out. All I could see was Benny’s head in the hands of a demon and his body lying bloody on the floor.

“Ya alright, darlin’?” Benny asked, his hands setting on my hips.

“Yeah baby.” I said, maybe a little too quickly. He looked worried, but I stood on my tippy toes and gave him a kiss. He went to pull back, but I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He picked me up by my waist so I was closer still.

“What was that for?” He asked, his accent getting thicker as he set his forehead against mine.

I smiled. “If I die, I want you to remember me, my handsome Cajun.”

He smiled at me. “Ain’t nobody dyin’ tonight, darlin’, ‘cept the other guy.”

I nodded and he set me down. I wasn’t going to tell him that he was wrong. I heard the flapping sound and flinched towards Benny.

“There’s seven inside and two at the front gate.” Cas told us.

Dean and Sam headed towards the front gate, already having given me the demon knife. Benny started to walk forward, but stopped when he saw I hadn’t moved. I walked over to Castiel and gave him a hug. I knew he didn’t do the whole ‘human contact’ thing well, but I was the only one that knew my plan. Cas needed to know he meant something to me, despite the fact I could see his face and wings.

He looked confused when I pulled away from him. “Am I the pizza man now?”

I laughed, trying to ease my nerves. “No. No, you’re not the pizza man, Cas. I just want you to know you’re important.” I told him, squeezing his hand.

He narrowed his eyes at me, before glancing at Benny then back at me. “You understand your train of thought, am I correct?”

I nodded, giving him a sad smile. “I’ll see ya, Cas.” I told him, turning back to Benny.

“What’d he mean, train of thought?” Benny asked, seeing the guys waiting for us at the front gate.

“No idea. I don’t speak angel.” I told him, looping my arm through his.

I went to take another step forward, but Benny stopped me. I looked at him, confused as to why we stopped. He looked down at me before glancing at his feet. He dug in his pocket for something, before getting down on one knee.

He opened a velvet box and revealed a shiny silver ring with four little diamonds across the top. “I know it ain’t much and I know it ain’t the best time for the sort of thing, but will ya be my wife?”

I put my hand over my mouth. Simultaneously, my heart soared and sank. “Oh, yes Benny. Of course, I will.” I told him.

He gently took my left hand and slid the ring on the fourth finger. I didn’t know how he knew, but the ring fit perfectly. But I couldn’t tell him I’d be dead before the hour was over.

So I took his arm and we walked to the gate.

“Took ya guys long enough.” Dean said, like he had somewhere to be.

I shook my head, Benny and I led the way; the guys taking up the back. The two black eyes at the front gate let us in and it felt like it took a year to get to the warehouse from the gate. The human wards were crossed out, leaving the angel sigils behind.

More déjà vu as we entered the building. It was one big room with an office off to the side that didn’t seem to be being used. Crowley stood in the direct middle of the room, a cave drawing of sorts on the concrete in some kind of chalk.

“Hello deary.” Crowley said, his eyes on me.

“Crowley.” I said, being more formal than I needed.

“What’s with the oafs?” He asked, gesturing to the three men I kept in my company.

“Well, they’re here to kill you if anything goes astray.” I said with a smile.

Crowley narrowed his eyes at me as he glanced between the four of us. “But you’re still on the other side of the room.”

Benny let go of my arm and I felt cold. I nodded, taking the steps towards him. I was less than five feet from Crowley when I pulled the demon knife out and charged him. He looked surprised, but threw me against the wall. Sam and Dean pulled out Holy Water and sprayed one of them. Benny got into a fist fight with another.

Crowley looked royally pissed as I stood up and charged him again. And again, he knocked me into the wall. I could feel the gash on my forehead bleeding.

“Enough!” Crowley yelled, throwing his arm and Dean flew against the wall, looking like he was being choked. He repeated the action and Sam landed on the wall near Dean. Crowley snapped his fingers and three of his demons disappeared. I climbed to my feet and when I looked over, two of them had subdued Benny, one of them holding a machete against his throat.

Crowley stood in the middle of the room, smirking. “So? What’s it gonna be?” He asked, glancing over at the boys against the wall.

I squared my shoulders, remembering my vision. I knew what I had to do. “Alright, ok. Let’s just calm down. That was rude of me, trying to kill you and all. I’d like a deal.” I said.

Crowley nodded as if to say ‘continue’. “What did you have in mind?”

“You let the boys go. All three. You never touch Benny again.” I said, seeing the steel blade pressed against Benny’s throat.

“Scar!” He called, but the demon pushed the blade just hard enough to break skin, making Benny’s fangs push out as he thrashed, trying to get free.

I uselessly reached for him, despite the fact I was fifteen foot from him. “You and your minions never touch Benny again. Ever. As long as he lives.” I said, getting angry.

“What fun is that?” Crowley asked passively.

“Crowley!” I yelled at him.

“And what do I get out of all this?” He asked, almost looking bored.

“Me. Free and clear, minus the knife and five minutes to say goodbye.” I said, holding my arms out.

Crowley looked like I had interested him. “I free your stupid denim clad nightmares and the cook you’re so desperately in love with, and you help me unleash the gates of Purgatory?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “And you never touch Benny again. Ever.”

Crowley rolled his eyes. “I heard you the first time. Alright, it’s a deal.”

Benny yelled something and I heard Sam choking out my name ten feet behind me. I dropped the knife and ran to Crowley, pressing my lips to his.

He held me tightly against him before letting me go. I could feel the coldness setting in my stomach. I turned back to the guys against the wall. “I’m so sorry.” I told them as Crowley raised his hand and they fell to their feet.

“Scarlett!” Dean yelled, trying but failing to stand. The goons around Benny backed away and I fell to my knees in front of him.

“Scar. No.” He begged, his teeth receding.

“I couldn’t let you die. You died the first time and I couldn’t let you.” I told him, pulling him close.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly. “I love you, Scarlett Singer.” His breath whispered in my ear.

I felt the tears start in my eyes. “I love you so much, Benny LaFitte. My handsome Cajun cook.” I said, kissing him desperately. “Go visit Stacie. And check up on her baby. Promise me.”

“I promise.” Benny said, a devastated look in his eyes. “You can’t do this.”

I kissed him again, trying to remember the feel of his body against mine.

But a hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me away from him.

Benny tried to stand, but the demons forced him back onto his knees on the concrete. Sam and Dean had yet to recover, still stumbling around. Crowley faced me with a wicked smile. “Well, too-da-loo.” He said, stabbing me in the chest.

I felt like the warmth left my body; like I’d been dunked in ice water. I didn’t feel the pain though. I looked over at Benny and he was thrashing against the two demons, yelling. But I couldn’t hear him. My hearing fell away as I stumbled backwards and fell to my knees.

“Benny.” I could hear myself say as a darkness crept into the edges of my vision. And then everything went black.
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