What if Sam and Dean gave Crowley flowers?
Crowley popped over to Scotland and his grave as soon as Bobby broke the devil's trap.
"I believe those are mine," he said.
Dean hesitated and flicked his lighter.
"No, Dean. He's a dick, but a deal's a deal," Sam said and grabbing the bag of bones handed them to Crowley.
"I don't need you to defend me," Crowley snarled.
"Then I guess you don't want these either," Sam said, handing Crowley a bouquet.
"What are these for?"
"Well, I know you died 300 years ago, but better late than never."
"Thanks, I'll cherish them forever," Crowley said as he dropped them on the ground and stepped on them.
The End