I know i should be working on 'Merdemon' right now, but i'm UBER busy and this story just WOULDN'T leave me alone! so here is a new story. enjoy!

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Dean Winchester did not get lucky.

It was a Golden Rule, a Fact of Life.

Something unchangeable and eternal.

Nothing had ever come to the eldest Winchester without a knock-down, drag-out fight.

This being the case, Dean was, understandably, surprised when (with a little help from the demon Meg) he, Sam, and Cas managed to make it through Crowley's prison-of-doom and trick the aforementioned demon into a Devil's Trap.

For a few moments Dean was speechless. This was it. Finally! Crowley was at their mercy and Sam's soul was in his grasp.

"Well well." Crowley sneered from his spot in the center of the room. "It seems you boys have finally learned the fine art of subtlety. Gold stars all around."

"Shut it!" Dean snapped. "We're the ones calling the shots now Crowley. Get ready to pay through the nose or suffer a fate worse than hell itself."

Much to Dean's irritation, Crowley merely rolled his eyes.

"Look at me. I'm quaking in my little leather shoes." He snarked.

Dean raised an eyebrow and then gave a nod to Meg who stood silently on Crowley's other side. The twisted she-demon smiled and clenched on fist. Causing Crowley to hunch over with a grunt of pain. After a few moments she let up.

"By all means keep snarking." She said. "This is the most fun I've had in centuries."

Crowley slowly straightened up and shot a glare at the she-demon.

"I'm getting sick of your inane chatter." Crowley growled. "Do us all a favor and shut up. Forever."

Before either of the humans could blink, a knife slid out of Crowley's sleeve and found it's home right between Meg's eyes. There was a spark of light and the demon's vessel crumpled to the floor.

Crowley slowly turned around and leveled a blank stare at the stunned men and the stoic angel.

"What?" he asked "Where do you think that bitch Ruby stole her knife from? I may be stuck in this Devil's Trap but I am far from helpless and you boys would do well to remember that."

Dean was once again rendered speechless. In all his years of hunting he had yet to come across a demon who used anything other than its own powers to fight.

"Fine then." Sam spoke up. "Return my soul and we can all get on with our lives."

Crowley flicked his eyes toward Robo-Sam and sighed.

"In case you've forgotten, Moose. Your soul resides within Lucifer's cage. King of Hell or not, no demon can break into that Pandora's Box."

"But you said-!"

"I said that if you could bring me Alphas I would return Sam's soul. I personally can't do it, but thanks to the knowledge of a few choice Alphas I know who can."

Dean growled in frustration. Was there no end to Crowley's word games?

"Fine then! Tell us who could grab his soul out of the cage!" Dean demanded. But the infuriating demon just shook his head and tutted.

"Have you learned nothing throughout our long and glorious friendship?" he asked.

The Winchesters and Cas just stared at him. Crowley sighed again.

"You don't get something from nothing. If you want the info you have to do something for me first."

"We brought you the Alphas!" Sam shouted.

"Yes you did. But I only needed them to learn who could break a soul out of the cage. There was nothing in it for me."

"So all that crap about finding purgatory. That was all a lie to find out how to get Sam's soul?" Dean was equal parts enraged and confused. That jackass demon had blatantly manipulated them, but he did it to help them. Dean could feel a head ache building between his eyes.

"Isn't that what I just said?" Crowley responded.

"Why would a demon go through all that trouble for one measly soul?" the Up-'til-now silent angel asked.

"Welcome to the conversation fly-boy." Crowley responded "To answer your question: Sam's soul is what's most important to you. Therefore, knowing the Winchesters, you boys would do anything to get it back especially if this anything was in no way detrimental to your health."

Dean took a moment to process.

"So you're saying that whatever it is that you want is barely going to cost us?"

"Exactly." Crowley replied "Took you long enough to figure out."

Dean growled at that.

"What's to stop us from just saying screw it and burning your bones?" He grinned. Ha get out of that one asshole! He thought.

"Weeeeell for one thing those aren't my bones." Crowley said pointing to the canvas bag that Cas was carrying.

Both hunters blanched and the angel cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"These are the bones found in Angus McCloud's grave." Cas stated. Crowley just gave him a superior smirk.

"Those are dummy bones I placed in my grave just in case anyone ever found it. My real bones are sequestered away in a place that you could never find in a million years." Crowley's smirk grew even more pronounced. "And don't forget boys." He taunted "I'm still armed and my knives can kill angels. The only reason you three are still alive is because I need your help. It's a fair trade: Information on Sam's soul in exchange for a simple favor." Crowley clapped his hands together "So what'll it be?"

Dean closed his eyes to block out the demon's smug smile. Crowley had them by the balls and he knew it. Dean glanced up and shared a look with his brother and Cas. No matter what they had to retrieve Sam's soul.

" Fine Crowley. What do you want from us?" He sighed.

Crowley's smirk nearly covered his whole face, twisting it in a rather terrifying way.

"Oh I don't actually need anything from you boys. I need something from him." He pointed to the bewildered angel.

"What could a demon possibly want from me?" Cas asked, bracing himself for the worst.