Sam sauntered through the bunker with a particularly wide grin on his face. He descended into the 'dungeon' where they has stored Crowley after the angels fell. The former king of hell was screeching love songs and the demon thought that Sam was sent to tell him to shut up. But what came out of the Moose's mouth surprised him quite a bit.
"I win."
It took a few seconds for Crowley to connect the dots but he finally sighed deeply and glared at Sam, who was now circling are the black eyed, and slightly human, Scottish vessel.
"Really? Thought they would never figure it out themselves and just keep staring at each other for the rest of eternity."
The tallest Winchester gave a short laugh and grabbed a twenty dollar bill from the chained demon's pocket.
"They might had a little help." He replied sheepishly and dangled a key in front of Crowley's face.
"Damn Moose, you're good." Crowley chuckled as the door closed and sealed him inside once again.
Sam meandered around the halls until his heard slurred voices and moans coming from Dean's room, which was locked from the outside. The youngest Winchester laughed to himself as he twirled Dean's room key around his index finger. Ok, maybe they had a lot of help. But the entire bunker couldn't stand it when Kevin or Sam walked into a room to see Dean and Castiel in a never-ending staring contest, it was sick and inhumane to the rest of them. Maybe things would be a little lighter now.