** Kevin: 2.5 hours earlier **
If he'd had a choice, Crowley would have been the last person on Earth that Kevin would run to for help. If he'd been thinking clearly, Kevin wouldn't have gone into the dungeon at all, but tried to leave the bunker completely. Of course, when Kevin really thought about it, that probably wouldn't have been a good idea either. He had no idea whether or not the thing possessing Sam had backup. Besides, where would he go? Dean was halfway across the country, as was Castiel, and Garth had been off the radar for a while.
"You come to keep me company? That warms my heart...if I had one," Crowley smirked.
"Shut up," Kevin snapped, flipping on one of the lights before heading across the room. He tucked the tablet into one of the far bookshelves. Making sure he'd made a note of where it was hidden, Kevin walked back to the center, facing Crowley. He placed the paper with the vague translation on Crowley's desk. "Translate."
"And why on earth would I do that?" Crowley asked, kicking his feet leisurely up onto the table, "You've offered nothing in return."
"How about your life?"
Crowley chuckled. "You really going to try that one? You've got nothing to back up your words. Besides, I don't think Squirrel and Moose would be too pleased. Speaking of which, where is Moose, anyway?"
Kevin's eyes darted to the door. It would hold, right? "None of your business, Crowley." he barked, slamming the paper onto Crowley's desk, "Just translate if you know what's good for you."
"Something's really got you rattled, eh?" Crowley commented dryly, drumming his fingertips on the desk without touching the paper, "S'no good keeping it all bottled up like that."
Kevin ignored him. He kept glancing at the door wondering how long it would hold. Wondering whether or not the thing that had Sam could break through it, or whether it could access Sam's memories and use a key. Of course, if it was a demon that had Sam, Kevin was in a heap of trouble for locking himself in a room with Crowley. A demon would either be working for Abaddon or Crowley, and either way Kevin would be screwed.
As Kevin wondered, he paced the room, finding a small stash of weapons tucked into a dusty corner. He settled on a crossbow: deadly enough to cause problems, but hopefully not as likely to kill Sam as a gun would. Of course, Kevin's aim was questionable enough that a gun might not injure Sam anyway.
There was a bang on the door.
"Oi! Who is it this time?" Crowley called.
Another bang, this time louder.
"Is this what's got you all scared?" Crowley asked, though Kevin was still partially concealed behind a row of shelves. He didn't answer. The banging continued, growing louder and louder until it stopped suddenly. "Who's there?" Crowley said.
Suddenly there was a faint high pitched whine, like static, coupled with light shining through the cracks between the door.
"You pissed off another angel?" Crowley asked. The breath caught in Kevin's throat. Angel? But...how could an angel have Sam?
"Uh, Kev," Crowley's voice was getting worried, "I think I'll take you up on the offer now. I translate, you get me out of here and maybe we'll both make it out of this alive."
The ringing was getting getting louder. There wasn't much time. Gritting his teeth and cursing, Kevin stepped out from between the bookshelves. "How do you suggest we escape?"
Crowley nodded his head towards a pack of syringes on one of the nearby bookshelves, "Those first."