This is part of the series, "Hermione's Hounds." More are being written, that take place prior to this one, however, with how short this one is I figured I'd go ahead and post it. Let me know your thoughts.

"Did you get him?" Dean grunted as Sam shook his head, removing Ruby's knife from the back seat. "You're saying you stabbed Baby for nothing?"

"Fancy a fag and a chat?" Crowley called as he leaned up against the hood of the impala. Sam and Dean bolted out of the car.

"You want to talk?!" Sam asked. "After what you did?"

"After what I...what I did to you?" Crowley asked flabbergasted. "I gave you the colt!"

"Knowing it wouldn't work on the devil!" Sam accused.

"I never!"

"You set us up! We nearly lost good people on that run. WIthout Hermione, two of them would've been slaughtered," Sam said.

"You're welcome for that addition by the way," Crowley said snidely. "Look, who you take on the ride is your own business. We're all still in this together."

"Sure we are," Sam agreed before trying to stab Crowley again. The demon teleported away.

"Will you please call of your dog?" he asked Dean.

"Why should I?" Dean asked as Crowley stared at him.

"I can give you Pestilence," Crowley answered. "I know how to get him. That's got your interest, doesn't it?"

"You can't actually be listening to this," Sam muttered to Dean.

"Sam."

"Are you nuts?!"

"Shut up for a second Sam," Dean said.

"Shut up, the both of you," Crowley interrupted. "Look, I thought the Colt would work. It's an honest mistake. All part of the learning process, but do you really think I would've endangered Mimi? Nothing's changed. I still want the devil dead. Well, now he knows I want him dead, which by the way makes me the most buggered son in all creation."

"Holy crap," Dean said. "We don't care."

"They burnt down my house," Crowley bellowed. "They ate my fucking tailor. Two months under a rock, like a bloody salamander! Every demon on hell and earth's got his eyes out for me. Yet here I am...last place I should be...in the road talking to Sam and Dean Winchester, under a friggin spotlight!" Gesturing towards the street lamp, the device suddenly exploded.

"Wait," Sam said. "Is Hermione alright?"" Neither brother was expecting Crowley to suddenly smirk.

"Mimi?" He asked. "She's safe. Well, safe as she can be on any given day considering she attracts danger like flies to honey. Have you ever seen her angry? Glorious sight to behold. She's got an affinity for fire too, always has."

"What'd she do?" Dean asked.

"Chump of a demon was sent to apprehend her," Crowley explained. "Chose to threaten her godson. Idiot. She's got a nifty little spell, binds a demon to their meat suit...permanently. Afterwards she repeatedly set him on fire."

"Does that actually kill a demon?" Sam asked curiously as Dean looked mildly impressed.

"No," Crowley answered. "Bloody painful though, and then sending him back to the devil to report on his own failure? Now that's cruel and unusual even by my standards."

"She single?" Dean asked as Crowley promptly glared at him.

"Hands off my Warlock."