Demon had heard Dean coming before he had even started yelling. His eyes were back to that dark honey, and they widened as he heard the first door opening. Or the remains of that poor door. His heart pinned itself against his backbone as he quickly stood up from the chair, fingertips brushing the arm of it as he turned to gaze to door.

It was unpossible. There was no way older Winchester would have gotten away from his hellhound. Demon almost twitched as he heard Dean's almost animalistic screams echoing in the main hall. He swallowed and leered at the men lying on the corner of the room. Sam's breathing was harder and harder, and Bobby wasn't doing well either. Maybe he could do a deal with them before he'd leave...?

He shook his head. He had other things to concentrate on right now. Like murderous hunter approaching the office again. Of course Dean wouldn't be no match to him, but he had so much better things to do than fighting with scats.

"Crowley!" Crowley narrowed his eyes, moved couple of steps towards Sam's lifeless body, playing with Ruby's knife in his hands. Dean's voice sounded hoarse and choking.

And still he had a strenght to kick the thick door in. Maybe with just his will. Crowley stiffened.

"You fucking son of a bitch, let it be the last time you send HELLHOUND after me", Dean panted, eyes furiously leering at the demon. Demon forced a grin to his face, but Dean saw that he was not amused at all. Crowley took another step towards Sam, and Dean twitched from his position on the door.

"Don't you dare!" he shouted right away, taking a pained step towards him. His legs still hurt from running and stumbling on things. Crowley's eyes darted back to him.

"What ya gonna do about it, boy?" he asked silently, grinning hollowly. Dean noticed he was constantly glaring over his shoulders into the entrance hall.

"Searching for your puppy?" Dean asked, panting as he stepped into the room. Crowley's eyes narrowed and he pinched his lips together. He wanted badly know, why his hellhound didn't come when he called. But he just didn't have the balls to ask.

Dean walked to room, pushing the door close behind him - it creaked. Dean had broken the lock at least.

"It's splattered all over the corridor walls. And ceiling, too. You can go and scrape it back together", Dean said, giving Crowley a mocking smile. His mind twisted and turned the thought around - why the hell had the hellhound died? He thought and thought but couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation.

He decided to toss it off and try and save all three off them. And maybe kick Crowley in the jewels in passing. Dean circled Crowley, staring at him the whole time.

"C'mon, this is plain stupid. Let us get our sorry asses here. Or I'll have to make you", he said, nodding his head in a persuading way, opening his arms as he turned to face the demon. Crowley's eyes were ink black again, he was pissed. Well, what did you expect after you had just said that your pet was like a roadkill now?

There was no walking out and Dean damn sure knew that.

"You cursed Winchester brat!" demon hissed from between his teeth and lips which blood had escaped from them being pinched together to hold down his rage.

"I'll tear your skin off and leave you to languish!" Dean could tell that the demon was even more furious than him. He could see the spit when he shouted, and the vein popping in the surface of his skin on his forehead. Bring it, said Dean's whole essence. Corner's of demon's mouth twitched and with one swift motion of his hand ha threw Dean across the room, this time not pinding him to the wall. He wanted to have some fun.

Just silent 'ouch' was all that escaped Dean's lips as he felt that invisible hand gripping him by his ribs and slamming he across the room. He landed on his side and slided again. He growled and pushed himself right up. He was getting more than tired of being tossed of by supernatural beings all the freaking time.

He panted as he narrowed his eyes and leered at Crowley from under his brows. Demon had the knife, which wasn't even useful right know, and what did he have? Nothing. Crowley had totally disarmed him when he had thrown him on the wall for the first time.

Dean licked his lower lip quickly and lifted his jaw to regain some of his pride. He swayed lightly, and tried to circle Crowley to get to Sam. Demon's eyes followed him intensively.

"Dean, you know you three ain't getting outta here", Crowley said, corners of eyes twitching again.

"Yer little brother is as good as dead already and Bobby over there is taking his final gasps too." Dean glazed at his brother and Bobby over his shoulder, knowing that Crowley was pretty much right. Sam's breath could be heard rasping. Dean bit his lip, wanting to run to him and shake him to his senses but... He took a deep breath. He'd have to try. Somehow. He'd need to figure something out. Anything. He took another deep breath, closed his eyes and as opened them, he locked them right in Crowley's eyes.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio. Infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." Muttered words of latin broke the silence and Dean placed himself between Sam and almost bored looking demon. But no matter what Dean said, it didn't seem to take any effect to demon. Crowley smirked and with a flick of a index finger tossed Dean and knocked him over, straight to Sam's blood splattered chest. Dean tried to avoid the crash but it was unpossible.

Hit slapped Sam conscious. Man screamed in pain, but was unable to push Dean away from him, due the weakness by the bloodloss. Finally his wild, wettened eyes darted to Dean.

"D...Dean?" he gasped, blood dripping on his chin. Dean almost jumped off from him and turned to him, brushing the hair off from his face. Sam gulped down the blood and only ended up coughing.

What it was with the fact that nothing had been fine in months?

"Shut it, Sammy, I'll complain to you later. Just don't faint now. Keep still", Dean ordered, placing his hand on Sam's chest. Little brother didn't nod but Dean knew he agreed. He leered at Crowley again, who witnessed that heartbreaking family meeting.

Dean stood up, hands soaked in Sam's blood, eyes burning with fury.

"Let's end this." Crowley chuckled at his words and shook his head. He didn't think that Dean had any changes against him. And he didn't.