Dean

Samuel was working for Crowley. Dean was working for Crowley, and Sam was too. When someone mentioned the family business, dancing to a demon's tune was never what Dean had had in mind. They were supposed to hunt bastards like Crowley and end them, not work for them and help them get what they considered prime real estate.

But what could he and Sam do? The threat of Sam going back to Hell was hanging over their heads and there didn't seem to be another way out of this other than to bide their time and figure out a way to get out from under the new king of hell.

King of Hell. What kind of place had it become when some low life crossroads demon was now running the show?

What could they do now but wait, whilst some black-eyed douche bag dangled the key to Sammy's soul right in front of them, like they were a couple of damned dogs with a bone. It pissed Dean off, no end.

And while he waited for the other shoe to drop with Crowley, Dean had to walk, talk and act like the man sat next to him was still his brother, when really all he was, was a shell. A meat suit for the real Sam, who was locked away in a cage with Lucifer and Michael in the bowels of Hell itself.

Dean could lie to everyone but himself. Sam was scaring him. He had seen the cold look in his eyes when he had so easily raised that gun and pointed it at Samuel's head, more than ready to pop the man full of bullets, simply for daring to betray them.

No. The man riding along in the passenger seat was not his brother. He was cold, cruel, calculated and emotionless. He was a loaded gun that didn't care about who he shot in the process of killing the monster.

All of that crap before. All the times Sam had faked a smile, a hug, and emotion. It was all complete bull shit. Things that he had done to try and make it look like he actually gave a crap, like he cared about who got caught in the cross fire, including Dean. When in reality he probably couldn't care less. He was going through the motions, repeating actions that pre-cage Sam would have made.

Dean just sighed and shook his head trying to clear his head of it all. There was no point in dwelling on it. They were going to get Sam's soul back and they were going to kill that son of a bitch, Crowley.

He looked at Sam out of the corner of his eye, sitting in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and Dean thought that he couldn't even begin to fathom what was going through his head, not anymore he couldn't.

Sam

Sam was angry. Or at least he thought that he should be. Anger wasn't really an emotion that he thought much about anymore, or even felt. He was glad really, that he didn't feel anger because anger just fuelled stupid actions. How many times had things happened in his life that could have been avoided if he hadn't been angry? Too many too count. So yes, Sam was satisfied with the fact that anger was not clouding his judgement anymore. It allowed him to think clearly and form fully developed plans, allowed him to assess a situation properly and come up with the best course of action to follow rather than run into a situation half assed and hope that everything turned out okay, like he had been prone to do before the whole cage ordeal.

Hell, if Sam hadn't felt anger and whole bunch of other crap then there would not have even been an apocalypse to begin with. He wouldn't have so easily manipulated by Ruby, he would never have purposely thrown himself into the line of fire after Dean's death because he would have been indifferent to it, and he would have been able to deal with the loss. He would not have felt so hell bent on trying to kill Lilith and would not have fallen in line so easily with their plans.

So all in all, a whole lot of trouble could have been saved if Sam had ignored all emotions and dealt with any and all situations with a calm and rational head. Emotions were complicated and caused trouble, and ever since Sam hadn't been able to feel them he had been a much better hunter, able to kill a monster without his damned conscience biting at his heels, like one of those tiny dogs rich women carried around in their purses.

The current predicament that he and Dean had found themselves in would just have to be dealt with in the same way, and Sam would try to ensure that Dean's own emotions didn't make anything worse or more complicated than it needed to be.

Whilst working for Crowley didn't make Sam mad or angry he did not see how this would work for Sam long term. The only reason he hadn't tried to kill the demon then and there was that there was risk to Dean and because if what Crowley claimed was true, then Sam could easily be returned to the cage for his efforts with a snap of the little bastard's fingers. It was not an outcome that Sam particularly wanted.

They would just have to go along with Crowley's plans until they could figure out a way to get out from underneath his thumb and then kill him. Sam would prefer that they just killed the demon, and he wasn't all that bothered about his soul any way. Who would choose to have such a burden returned to them, especially one that was certain to be fucked up and beyond real repair? It didn't make sense.

But Sam knew that if he wanted Dean's help with Crowley then he was just going to have to play along with the whole, 'Get Sam's Soul' mission; at least until the deed was done anyhow.

Sam noticed that Dean was watching him out of the corner of his eye, his gaze guarded and wary. Sam knew Dean didn't understand, knew that he was so blinded by his emotions that he couldn't see the logic behind the things that Sam did.

Like shooting Samuel between the eyes. The man had sold them out and the likelihood of him doing so again had increased tenfold. Why risk a repeat of events, when Sam and Dean would be the ones to get screwed over. But Dean had stopped him. Family loyalty preventing him from seeing the advantage of just putting the old man out of their misery, and stopping the risk of something like that ever happening again.

Perhaps in time Dean would get used to the way Sam now was, and would eventually see the value of Sam not being burdened by useless emotion. The possibility was extremely slight, but one could hope … or whatever it is that hope now equates to for Sam.

Note - I hope you all liked the first chapter, this was more to show what our two favourite Winchesters were thinking after discovering that Crowley was 'employing' Samuel and then by extension Sam and Dean. Please review :) If people like this then I will post the second chapter which is already written ;) so tell me your thoughts peoples! ;)