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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry # 22
No more time to waste.Now that Abaddon is nothing but a big cloud of smoke vanishing in the distance, the moment has come to end this mess once and for all. I pick up Crowley from the floor still tied up to his chair, expecting a new wave of insults, maybe some more biting. It doesn’t take me long to realize something is different. Not with the way Crowley is spouting complete nonsense about Band of Brothers and some other HBO shows, and how we, him, and everybody… we all deserve to be loved.Seriously? Crowley, the King of Hell, the guy who doesn’t know the meaning of the word “pity”, the guy who sent hellhounds after our trail, who tried to kill us countless times, who cut Kevin’s finger. This Crowley just wants to be loved like a little boy who lost his mommy? Did he give himself a concussion when Abaddon kicked his chair to the floor or something?No, no, there’s something else, something in Crowley’s eyes I’ve never seen before: fear, doubt, even… compassion. And it’s not some trick to stall for time or mess with me, it’s really there.God, I can’t believe it. It’s happening. The ritual worked. Crowley’s defenses are crumbling. As I stick the needle into his neck for the last time, he looks at me on the verge of tears, begging me to tell him what’s the right way to look for forgiveness, even rambling about redemption and all the things he did in his past. It’s more than I could hope for.I can’t let this chance go. There’s no place left for doubt, and Dean was dead set on it anyway. I have to finish the ritual whether he comes back or not. Just a few drops of blood, a couple of words of Latin, and everything will be over.This is it.It is OVER.FOR GOOD.I
