The hunters had the weekend off, which was weird, but Bobby had insisted.
"Listen, we've got a terrible plan to catch Lucifer. Not that I don't doubt you Sam, but this doesn't look good; this may be the last time we're all together."
Dean rolled his eyes. "You know, we get those a lot."
"Shut up ya idjit." Bobby led them into the next room and broke out the good scotch.
They spent the next three hours, drinking, laughing and reminiscing about old times and old friends. Sam and Dean lounged on a couch, occasionally kicking or bickering with one another. Bobby leaned against a table, almost as though he was unwilling to sit down again. Castiel watched them all from an old chair, smiling faintly at the boys antics, and for the moment, just enjoying being human.
"Well, isn't this a cozy way to spend an evening." Crowley drawled from the doorway.
They all tensed briefly at his sudden entrance, but they let it slide. It was almost impossible to be angry with him after he'd given Bobby his legs back. Dean leaned back and gestured for the demon to enter. "Come on in, Crowley. Grab a drink."
Crowley grinned and appeared by the table, pouring himself a glass of the amber liquid. He turned and briefly looked at all of them, pausing when he saw Castiel.
"Now how did you manage to do that?"
Surprised, Sam, dean and Bobby turned to Castiel; his head was tilted in confusion. Dean looked back at Crowley. "What do you mean?"
Crowley appeared in front of Castiel, and pulled him up. "Your soul is just so…bright!" He leaned forward and kissed Cas, taking advantage of Castiel's new need to breathe to deepen it.
After a long moment Crowley pulled away. He grabbed Castiel by the tie and tugged him close. Smirking he turned to Dean, and indicated to the man in his grasp. "Can I keep him?" Without waiting for an answer he turned back to the angel. "How about we continue this upstairs?" And they disappeared.
They were on the bed in the guest room. Crowley straddled Castiel's hips, and pinned him to the bed.
Cas glared, and snarled, "Get off me demon."
Crowley winked, "Hey, I'm doing you a favor."
Castiel looked at him in confusion. "What are you –"
The door to the room burst open. Dean was standing enraged in the doorway. "Get off him."
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Why? He doesn't belong to you."
"Yes. He does."
Crowley turned back to Castiel grinning widely. "Your welcome, angel boy." He disappeared.
Downstairs Bobby and Sam were looking at the stairs in confusion. Crowley appeared, and took Castiel's seat. Sam frowned. "What's going on?"
"Oh, nothing. I just wouldn't go up there right now if I were you."
It looked like Sam was going to ask another question, but when the noise from upstairs reached them, Sam blushed, and decided he really didn't want to know.