Episode: Season 5 - The Devil You Know

Note: Yes, I know that's Delena in the GIF but just pretend it's Dean and Parker lol ;)

I was dozing in the backseat of the Impala, my back pressed up against the leather cushions. The boys were in the front seats, discussing the angel business we seem to have gotten ourselves tangled up in. We needed the rings of War, Pestilence, Famine, and Death to lock up Lucy in his Cage again. Currently, we'd already gotten War and Famine's rings. Now we just needed to get Pestilence and Death. We'd gotten a lead on where Pestilence may be back in Ohio but we weren't for sure yet.

I tuned out the boys as they continued their conversation, leaning back in the seat once more.

"Say, I've got an idea," a voice piped up suddenly from beside me.

I let out a shriek when I saw Crowley sitting beside me and instantly, Dean and Sam turned to me before Dean hit the brakes on Baby. We spun to a stop and Sam stabbed the demon blade at Crowley but suddenly, he disappeared just as the blade entered the cushion.

"Did you get him?" Dean asked gruffly from the front seat.

"He's gone," Sam told him, panting from the excursion.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the glass window beside me and my eyes met Crowley's brown orbs, so similar to my own.

"Fancy a chat?" he asked warmly and we all begrudgingly got out to talk to him, "You're upset. We should discuss it. Not here, but-"

"You wanna talk? After what you did to us?" Sam shot back menacingly, stalking towards him with the demon blade in his hand.

"After what I - what I did to you? I gave you the Colt," Crowley protested.

"Yeah, and you knew it wouldn't work against the Devil!" I shouted at him in anger, my back pressed up against Baby.

"Parker. Now, don't take that tone with your father," he said seriously, pointing his index finger at me.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, my blood boiling at his words. Father? Yeah, right! He was never there for me, he doesn't even know me. That's not a father, that's just DNA.

"You set us up. We lost people on that suicide run. Good people," Sam told him.

"Who you take on the ride is your own business. Look, everything is still the same. We're all still in this together,"

"All in this together," I started to sing under my breath to which all eyes turned to me.

"What?" I shrugged, "It was my childhood, okay?"

"Sure, we are," Sam bit out suddenly, charging towards Crowley with the blade.

But he disappeared again, apparating in a different location - one right beside me, much to my chagrin.

"Call your dog off, please," he pleaded.

Dean grabbed Sam by the arm, holding him back a fraction, "Give me one good reason,"

"I can give you Pestilence,"

"What do you know about Pestilence?" I asked, arching an eyebrow as I leaned back into Baby.

"I know how to get him. That's got your interest, doesn't it?"

Dean said nothing, eyeing the demon.

Sam's hazel eyes widened at his big brother, "Are you actually listening to this?"

"Sam-" he started.

"Are you freaking nuts?!" Sam cut him off.

"Shut up a second!" Dean shot back.

"Shut up, the both of you!" I hissed, turning back to Crowley, "What do you have to say?"

"Look. I swear, I thought the Colt would work. It's an honest mistake. It's all part of the learning process," he tried to explain to us, "But nothing's changed. I still want the devil dead. Well, one thing's changed. Now the devil knows that I want him dead..."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Oh, we don't care,"

"They burned down my house... THEY ATE MY TAILOR!" he shouted at us and I held back a snicker, "Two months under a rock like a bloody salamander. Every demon on hell and earth has got his eyes out for me. And yet here I am, last place I should be in the road talking to Sam and Dean Winchester and Parker Martinez under a frigging spotlight,"

Suddenly, he lifted a hand and the light in the streetlight above us exploded, popping and flying everywhere.

"So come with me. Please... You want the horsemen rings or not?... Yes, I know all about that. Shall we? " he arched an eyebrow at the three of us.

It was a long car ride but finally, we made it to Crowley's hideout. Turns out, he was holding a demon hostage there - one Sam knew personally, a guy named Brady. He'd went to college with him and was the same guy that had introduced him to Jessica, his girlfriend back at college. But as we waited for Crowley to get back, I sat in the run-down living room of the abandoned house with Dean. Sam was in the other room doing who-knows-what while I sat beside Dean on the couch by the window. My knees were pulled up to my chest as I gazed out the smudged glass-pane window behind us.

I could feel Dean's green orbs boring into me but he said nothing. We stayed like that for a few minutes until finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Why do you keep staring at me?!" I snapped, my short, dark hair whipping around as I turned to him.

He chewed his lip in thought a minute before answering, "You haven't talked about it,"

I sighed, leaning back into the couch cushions as I looked back out the window again, "About what, Dean?"

"Crowley,"

I frowned, still not meeting his green-eyed gaze and just shrugged.

"What about him?" I asked, faking nonchalance.

But as usual, Dean saw through it.

"Parks, he's your dad. It's hard to believe but he is. You need to talk about this," he told me, his words soft in the darkness surrounding us.

"No, I don't. Dean, if I..." I swallowed, pausing a moment before continuing, "If I talk about it...it makes it real. And it just can't be. I can't, Dean, I just can't..."

"Yes, you can," he insisted and suddenly, he leaned closer and gently took my hands in his.

His touch was warm, soothing as his fingers caressed mine. Glancing up, I gazed into his green eyes - seeing every fleck of the different shades of green swirling there.

"And I want to listen," he told me.

Biting my lip briefly, slowly I nodded. But he didn't let go of my hands, just kept holding on with his velvet touch.

"I never knew much about my dad. Aunt Gr...Grace wouldn't really talk about him. I guess I know why now..." I said, shrugging, "But she never knew a lot. And even Philippe didn't know-"

"-Philippe?" Dean asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"My mom's Familiar," I tried to explain but he still had that adorable confused expression on his face so I just waved it off, "It's a witch thing,"

"Oh," he said, nodding for me to continue.

"I always wanted to meet the man... I just didn't know he wasn't even a man. I guess I should have known when the letter said he had no soul but I thought for once in our crazy lives, it was just a figure of speech,"

Somewhere along in the conversation, we'd ended up sitting mere inches from each other. But no, not even that because my leg was pressed up against Dean's. I didn't feel like moving it, though.

"I don't know... I guess I just wanted more... I wanted-" I started, choking on the words as tears brimmed in my eyes, "I just wanted him to love me like a dad,"

Hot tears trickled down my cheeks and I tried to brush them away but they just kept coming. Strong arms encircled me then and I was brought into a warm, hard chest. Leaning into the touch, I sobbed into Dean's t-shirt as he held me tighter. He rubbed circles on my back in attempts to soothe me as I cried even harder, letting out all of that pent-up emotion. I'd never gotten over not having a dad... It's just something that stuck with me throughout my life. Maybe something I'd never get over...

I must have fallen asleep after that because I woke up later to raised voices. Glancing down, I noticed I was alone on the couch now. But when I raced into where we were holding Brady hostage, I saw what was wrong. Sam had tried to kill Brady. He thought better of it though and didn't. That's when Crowley showed up, informing Brady that he'd make it look like he was on the wrong side of the war.

That the devil would be mad, thinking he'd sided with Crowley. A Hellhound tracked down Crowley then and he'd disappeared briefly before showing up with his own hound. We all escaped after that, sans Brady since Dean let Sam finish him off before we left. We headed back to Bobby's then and my mind went back to the conversation with Dean. He'd been so sweet, holding me like that as I cried. I think it was the first real moment we'd had together that didn't involve arguing or kissing.

We'd had a real conversation. I bit my lip, trying to fight back a smile but failing. Glancing into the mirror above the dashboard, I saw Dean's green eyes reflected there. Maybe there was hope for us, yet.