"Help me tie him up," Dean impatiently said, getting his car ready. "The longer I'm here, the longer Sam is with that demon bastard."

Booby shook his head, a bit disappoint in Dean's gratitude towards the man who just saved their lives. As soon as they got the man hogged tied and bagged, Dean started the car.

"Thanks for the help Bobby," Dean grinned. "Will you be alright?"

Bobby spits at the ground, "I'm always am, aren't I." His eyes wonder to the man tied and gagged, "Dean are you sure this is a good idea?"

Dean's hand tighten on the steering wheel, "Good or not, I have no choice."

"Well I know, but he did just save our hides," Bobby points out.

"Yeah, I know, but I have to do this for Sam." With that Dean places his foot on the petal.

***************

Dean threw the stranger on the ground, making him get to his knees, "Crowley, I have him. I have your criminal, now let Sam go!"

"You're making a mistake." The stranger muffled.

"Ah Dean, you even gift wrapped him for me." the demon's voice echoes in the forest.

The demon stepped out of the shadows, and approached his guests.

"May I have a sneak peek?" Crowley asked, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Let me see Sam first," Dean demand.

Crowley rolled his eyes, "If you must." With a snap of his fingers two of his henchmen come out of the darkness, with Sam's hands behind his back and gagged.

Sam looked dirty, his hair all over his face and his clothes a shade darker then before, but rather then that he looked ok. Calm and collective, like what he had learned over his years on the road of adulthood, but his eyes betrayed him a bit. They held worry, but not for himself.

"Now your turn," Crowley advised.

Carefully Dean took the bag off his prisoner's head. A shadow of a bread seemed to be present on the stranger's face and nice trimmed black hair with sky blue colored eyes popped out of the bag. Those beautiful eyes went straight to Dean.

Dean's heart speed up, as the man he was about to hand over to Crowley locked eyes with him. Everything about this situation felt so wrong. He felt like he was betraying family. Dean was the one who looked away first, feeling guilty for the man's doom.

"So do you have a name, angel?" Crowley asked, stepping closer.

The stranger ignored Crowley and moved his attention away from Dean to the ground.

Crowley continues his path to Dean and the angel, "I don't like rudeness, actually I have a short tempter to it." The wind starts to pick angel still choses to ignore him.

"Fine, if you want to play that way," Crowley smirks, "Then we'll play."

Crowley extends one of his arms and flickers his wrist. The angel is thrown against a tree. Crowley continues to do this until the man is wheezing and panting. Then Crowley approaches the man, and crouches in front of him.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" The man just stares at Crowley, daring from him to do much worst.

"Crowley, don't you think that's enough. You said I only had to bring him." Dean stomach turned while having to listen to the man's body continuously hitting the tree, bones possibly breaking with every smack. He felt even worst knowing that the man's fate was held by a sadistic demon, because of him.

"You forgot the other part of our deal." Crowley stood up, "You have to kill him."

Dean gulped, hopping that Crowley might have forgotten that part, "Well, I brought him in way before the due date, isn't that good enough."

Crowley quickly turns around, fumes rolling off of him, "We made a deal. If you don't hold up your end then I wouldn't on mine!" A snap of his fingers and Sam collapses onto the ground. "I'm tired of you humans always wanting to weasel your way out!"

"Sam!" Dean yells, running to his brother, but he is throw back by an invisible force around his neck. Dean tries to claw at the force that has him pinned, but starts to lose conscience. Just when the last of his air escapes him, a shout comes from the angel. Dean can't hear it well, but the angel speaks again. A wide grin comes across Crowley, which releases Dean from his wrath.

"My name is," the stranger looks at Dean while revealing his identity,"Castiel."

Dean inhales deeply, his head feels dizzy and his body is relief that oxygen is now acceptable. Castiel, that name had a nice ring to it, Dean thought.

"Castiel," the demon pronounce, "What an interesting name." Crowely pulls Castiel by the collar, "Care to explain where the other angels are."

Other angels, Dean thought. It should come to no surprise really. With a grunt Dean gets up.

"I rather you kill me," Castiel said calmly.

"That will be my pleasure," Crowley chuckled as reaching for Castiel's dragger.

"Stop!" Dean's voice boomed, "I need him."

Crowley stopped, placing the dragger under Castiel's throat, "Why?"

"I need him to find the other angels," Dean tried to say with as much confidence be could muster.

The dagger was lowered and Crowley's smiled. "What makes you think you can make him talk?"

Honestly Dean had no idea how he would make the angel talk, much less get the angel to corporate if they got out of this situation alive.

"Revive the other one," Castiel spoke up, "And then, only then, I will give aid."

Crowley and Dean were both shock at how willing and demanding Castiel had become.

"Now we're talking," Crowley claps his hands together and Sam gasps.

Seeing Sam bolt up and look around in alarm made Dean relax a bit. Even though Dean is in more debt, he's happy that his brother was alive.

"You two will have the end of the week to finish the job." Crowley looks at Castiel and then Dean, "Understood?" Letting the dagger drop to the floor.

With that Crowley and his henchmen vanish, taking Sam with them.

Dean walks over to Castiel, extending his arm to him, "I guess this makes us partners."