Dean glanced out the window, and then down to Cas, who seemed comfortable enough where he was laying. Dean sighed, this waiting was the worst. They had no idea when that thing was going to come back, or what it was going to do. He couldn’t imagine what else it could do to Cas, but he knew it could do the same to him. Dean didn’t care though, if he had to suffer, and it meant that Cas was okay, then that’s all that mattered. Dean looked down at the angel, and had the overwhelming urge to reach down and stroke his hair, if it were possible. Dean strained. “Well it seems I let the wrong Winchester go,” a voice said. Dean turned to see Crowley standing on the other side of the bed.
“Crowley?” Dean asked. “What do you want?” Crowley waved his hand and the shackles unlocked. “I was hoping your brother was going to kill her, but it seems that she has the upper hand,” Crowley said, taking another stake out of his jacket. Dean tu