Bobby finished off his drink when Crowley had gone. He headed downstairs to see the boys. He wasn't, no, couldn't let them out because of the deal, but he at least wanted to see them before he left for Chicago.
Sam and Dean jumped as they heard Bobby opening the window to the cellar door.
"So ya wanna fill us in on what the hell Crowley was doin here?" Dean snarled at him.
"Listen boys, you know I don't wanna do this, but I gotta. Im not gonna sit here and explain myself to you." Bobby replied with sharp tongue.
"Really Bobby? I think you have a lot to explain to us." Sam wasn't going to just let this happen. Dean was passing the floor, he didn't have a response for Bobby except for that he was pissed at him and wanted answers.
"Ya know what, I'm headed to Chicago, I'm gonna get Death's ring and then I'm gonna put Lucifer right back in his little hell hole where he belongs and you two are gonna stay right in here because I am not gonna loose you two boys." Bobby left in a fury. He was mad at himself for even telling the boys where he was headed because he knew Dean and Sam would do everything in their power to get themselves to Chicago to help Bobby. But he was over it quick; he needed his mind on his task at hand.
Dean and Sam looked at each other until Dean broke the silence,
"Son of a bitch."
Bobby walks out of his house with Sam and Dean still locked in the dungeon. He went to his car and got in and started driving, his destination set for Chicago. It was a long drive, so Bobby had a lot of time to think. Were the boys going to be mad at him for too long? How was he supposed to get a ring off Death's finger? What the hell was he going to do with them after? Too many questions and not enough answers. Soon enough he arrived in Chicago.
He was driving around Chicago, having no clue on where he was suppose to find Death. The city was a war zone of storms. The wind was blowing at speeds close to tornadoes and clouds were rolling in. You could see most the people on the streets running home or at least inside before a suspected storm would hit.
Bobby continues to drive; he figured he would go the opposite way of where the people were running. Out of nowhere Crowley pops up in the passenger's seat.
"Dammit Crowley," Bobby jumped, "unless you got some useful advice, I'd suggest leavin."
"Well, since you asked so nicely, I do." Crowley responded. "Up here turn right on Fourth Street."
"Why should I?" Bobby asked in a rushed, hesitant tone.
"Stop asking questions and just do it."
Bobby turned right on Fourth Street.
"Pull over." Crowley commanded. Bobby pulled over and shut off the car.
"Now what?" Bobby was getting impatient.
"Do you like pizza?" Crowley asked.
"What the hell-," before Bobby could say anything, Crowley was gone.
Just across the street from where the car was parked was Crowley standing in front of a pizza place. Bobby noticed him, immediately getting pissed not knowing what Crowley was doing. He saw Crowley mouthing some words, "he's in here," while also pointing into the pizza place. Bobby got out of his car.
He walked into the pizza place and looked all around to see everyone inside on the ground. He assumed they were all dead. He saw Death sitting at a table and went to go confront him.
"Come. Sit." Death muttered. Bobby sat across from him at the table. "I know why you're here Bobby Singer; I hear that you're looking for this," Death flashed his ring at Bobby. "and I am inclined to give it to you."
"And why the hell would you just hand over your ring?" Bobby didn't believe any of it.
"Because, you insignificant spec, Lucifer has me bound to him and I want the chain around my neck off. You see, Lucifer has been using me as a weapon; hurricanes, tornadoes, all because he is a little brat throwing a temper tantrum."
"So I get Lucifer back in his cage, and then what? What happens to Chicago?" Bobby questioned.
"I suppose it can stay. I like the pizza." Death responded.
Death dropped his ring into Bobby's hand and asked, "Now would you like the instruction manual?"