'Quick Sam! Pass the salt!' Sam threw Dean the salt shaker, narrowly missing Cas' head. Dean sprinkled the salt in the bowl of blood and bone and began drawing on the wall with it. He placed his hand on the symbol and a blinding white light appeared. It sent the angels away.

'Is everyone ok?' Dean asked.

'Yes. My only injury is a small incision on my lower calf made by the iron dagger Sam accidentally dropped.' Cas said.

'I'm all good.' Sam said. Dean checked Cas' calf and put a bandaid over it from the small first aid kit that was lying on the ground, its contents sprawled all over the place like everything else in this hospital ward.

'Why did the angels attack us?' Sam asked when they drove back to the bunker in Dean's Impala.

'It is my fault.' Cas confessed. 'I killed many angels, brothers, yesterday. I should have known that the other angels would have to find me and punish me.'

'What? Cas no. It is not your fault!' Dean argued. 'Those angels almost killed us, you did the right thing.'

'Yeah Cas, don't feel so down.' Sam responded.

'Am I interrupting something?' Crowley appeared in the backseat next to Cas. Dean was startled, so he swerved, narrowly missing a lamp post.

'WHAT THE HELL CROWLEY?' Dean shouted. as he stopped the car.

'Woah, squirrel, calm down.' Crowley said.

'What is your business here?' Cas asked.

'I am here to warn you.' Crowley said.

'What of?' Sam asked.

'The apocalypse, moose, the apocalypse. You see, my job as the king of Hell isn't exactly secure with all of this going on.'

'And?' Dean asked.

'And, I need followers. Or this world of yours is going to end.'

'Crowley, I do not see why you would need us to be your followers. You have many souls in Purgatory at your disposal.' Cas said.

'Alright then. How about we make a deal?' Crowley said.

'A deal? With you?' Sam said.

'A deal. How about if you agree to be my followers in this apocalypse, I'll give 50000 souls to Heaven.'

'I do not see the point, Crowley.' Cas said.

'All for the greater good, Angel. All for the greater good.' Crowley could see that the three were pondering this, so he left the to it. 'You have 24 hours.' And Crowley was gone.

'50000 souls.' Sam said. Everyone in the car thought that 50000 souls into Heaven would be great, but to be on Crowley's side of the apocalypse, well that would be hard.

'Well, Winchesters. Made a decision yet?' Crowley asked 24 hours later. Castiel didn't come back to the bunker or listen to any prayers from Sam and Dean. They were not worried. Cas sometimes doesn't come back. It's not like he's tied to the bunker, and it's not like he's Dean's pet either.

'We do want the souls in Heaven, but we don't want to follow you.' Sam said.

'It actually wasn't negotiable, Sam.' Crowley said as a matter-of-factly. 'You will be my followers, because I say so. Disagree and you lot might just make it to Purgatory.'

'We don't want to follow you.' Dean said. 'And what do you mean 'might just make it to Purgatory'?'

'Well, I am the king of Hell. I can send you lot to there with a snap of my fingers. I'll put you in the cage.' This triggered Dean's memory of when he was in Hell. 'Chains, meat hooks, torture. I'm sure Lucifer and Michael would love visitors. But last time you were in Hell, someone picked you up for a date and took you away. You can't do that in Purgatory, not anymore.' Crowley explained.

'I still don't get it.' Dean said.

'You see, even though I am the king of Hell, I don't exactly choose where you go. You don't have many sins Sam. You would go straight to Hell. Dean, on the other hand, has quite a few. You will go to Purgatory, then Hell and believe me, Purgatory is like a 5 star hotel compared to Hell. So, if you don't follow me, I'll send you straight to Hell. I'll break the rules.'

'This is weird. You're just going on and on about stuff that barely matters. It's like…' Dean said.

'Like a diversion.' Sam finished.

'Not diversion, try distraction.' Crowley said.

'What?' Sam and Dean both said together. Dean could feel that something wasn't right.

'Where's your friend Dean? Where's that beloved Cas of yours?' Crowley said.

'I, I don't know.' Dean said.

'I have him. I got a few demons to nab him for me.' Crowley said.

'WHAT?' Dean shouted. 'You dare lay a finger on him and I'll kill you!'

'Too late. He's being tortured. Agree to follow or he dies.' Crowley said. Sam and Dean didn't move. 'Ok, maybe this will entice you.' He put a hand on Dean and Sam's shoulders, and was taken to a dark corridor. Dean could hear the screams of Castiel at the end of the hallway.

'Cas!' Dean shouted. He began to run towards him but someone took hold of his arms and held him still.

'Not so fast.' A demon said to him. He led Dean towards the screaming Cas. Dean could see Castiel firmly tied to a torture bed getting stabbed with an angel blade. Dean couldn't stand this. He shut his eyes.

'Taruthma caremia dorlare shardi! A demon cast a spell on Dean so he was paralysed. His eyelids were forced open and his eyes moved so he could stare at Cas. He didn't know where Sam was. He could only see the writhing, bleeding Cas on the bed. He wanted to cry. Something inside of him started falling apart. It felt like he was losing someone he loved. Like how he felt when he got Cas to brainwash Ben and Lisa. He felt like his world was ending. It felt like he truly loved Cas. 'What, no! That's ridiculous Dean!' He told himself. He can't truly love Cas. First, he was an angel. Second, he was in a male vessel. And third, he was straight. Dean never really took much thought into his sexuality. All he knew was that Busty Asian Beauties were awesome. But to see Cas like this really made him hurt. He felt Cas' pain. Crowley walked up to him.

'Follow, or he dies.'