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"Is that really necessary?" Bobby asked, clearly not on the Crowley bandwagon.

"Relax, Bobby. I doubt he'll try to kiss you again." Dean smirked. Bobby glared him and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Shut up, ya idjit!" Bobby hushed him and I giggled, or tried to. My entire body feels like it's been run over and thrown in a wood-chipper, or at least, what I imagine it would feel like.

"You want to summon Crowley… here?" I rasped. Everyone looked over at me, again. I was trying to wrap my head around everything. He's probably the one behind everything and they just want to invite him here? Yeah, that doesn't sound like a recipe for impending disaster… Not. Stiles and Derek both rushed over to me. Stiles wrapped his arms around me and Derek peered at me, like he was trying to figure out if I would break if he stared at me hard enough. I whimpered, when Stiles squeezed me too hard. He let me go and kissed me, instead. I pulled away after the fifth peck.

"Thank God, you're okay." He whispered. I smiled, or tried to.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked me, seriously. I nodded, even though I wasn't completely convinced that I was.

"What happened to the hunters?" I asked.

"They've been taken care of." Chris spoke up. I looked up at him.

"Their asses are grass." Dean agreed, nodding. I blanched.

"You killed them?" I asked, meekly.

"It was us or them. We picked us." Dean shrugged. My eyes landed on Bobby.

"You're here!" I tried to get down off of the table, but my body felt like dead weight. Derek took it upon himself to help me down. I walked over to Bobby and gave him a hug. It took him a second to return it.

"You're so grown. Rufus would be proud." He beamed at me. I smiled. "They did a hell of a number on you, kid." He sighed. I don't even know how much damage was done or what I look like.

"This is crazy. No one has ever heard of anyone trying to pull of something like this. It's a flat out massacre." A blonde woman shook her head. I looked at her, questioningly.

"I'm sorry. I think I was unconscious during the introductions. Who is everyone?" I asked. The blonde at me and offered a small smile.

"I'm Jo, Jo Harvelle." She introduced herself.

"I'm Ellen, her mother." The older woman said. I nodded at her. The guy who had complained about losing his hair gave me a small wave.

"I'm Ash. We've talked on the phone." He told me. It's nice to put a face with a voice.

"I'm sorry about your hair." I apologized. He looked solemn and shook his head.

"Thanks. You can bet your ass I'm gonna grow it back in no time. No one messes with the mullet. No one."

"Bonnie, I wish that I was seeing you under different circumstances." Elijah said, walking over to me. I eyed him, skeptically. Klaus is put me off of all Mikaelsons for a while. "This is Davina. She is the witch who my brother told you about." He introduced the girl next to him. She nodded to me and looked uncomfortable and out of place.

"I'm Bonnie." I told her, lamely.

"Nice to meet you," she replied. I scanned the room and everything went quiet.

"Are we seriously summoning Crowley?" I asked.

"Do you have a better idea?" Sam asked me. I shrugged.

"Pretty much anything else sounds good." I admitted. Jo smirked at me.

"I like her." She decided.

"I told you that it would end badly, but no, no one wanted to listen to me." Peter huffed. "How exactly do you plan on holding the King of Hell?" Peter asked. No one said anything. "I'm sure that he's escaped your grasps before."

"We hadn't worked that part out yet." Sam sighed.

"Perhaps you should try and find some leverage, before you invite our enemy into our homes." Peter sneered. It was times like these that I was happy that I was on the same side as Peter. I can definitely see him getting maniacal with his bad self.

"He's got a point." Scott spoke up. "Everyone still needs to recover. I'm almost back to full strength, but I'm an alpha. Bonnie and Stiles have both been drained. I'm not going to let my pack get hurt because we went through with a half-assed plan. If you want to summon Crowley, then it happens outside of Beacon Hills. We invited you here. We can kick you out, just as easily." He stood his ground. It's one of the first times that I've really seen him in his alpha role. He's a natural. He was born to lead and I can tell that he's good at it. He doesn't take his pack for granted and they trust him with their safety and to try and do the right thing. That's what makes a good leader. Now, more than ever, I'm proud to be a part of his pack.

"We need bigger muscle," Lydia said, from the side of the room. I looked at her and I could tell that she had thought of something that everyone else had overlooked. She has a habit of doing that. "You're talking about dealing with a witch, who won't stay dead, a supernatural hunter, who can't be killed, and the King of Hell. He's not just some run-of-the-mill demon. If he was behind putting the hit on all of us, then it's only a matter of time, before Beacon Hills is crawling with demons, on top of everything else. We can handle a lot. Our team is made up of so many different elements… but high-grade demons? Stiles, you're with me, right? You know what we need."

I peeked at Stiles to see if he was on the same page. I wasn't surprised when one look at his face told me that he was. He and Lydia have this connection that I'm in awe of. I can see why their friendship is so strong.

"Angels, it wouldn't hurt to have angels."