Dean threw himself into the hotel room, slamming the door shut behind him. Sam stirred awake as his brother lifted the bag he kept under his bed out and turned on the lights. "Wha- I wasn't expecting you back till tomorrow." Sam said whilst yawning.
Dean grunted in response, his blood boiling. He woke up on the couch not to long ago, alone. The remains of sulfur in your living room leaving him the only clue he needed.
"Dean whats going on? What happened with Y/N?" Panic rose in Sam's voice as he watched his brother load and cock every shot gun he had. Salt rounds wouldn't kill a demon, but they would hurt one enough to get Dean through the door.
"He took her. And I have to find her." Dean said, gripping his trust angel blade in his hands. Crowley had said over and over again how it wouldn't kill him and tonight, tonight Dean was going to find out for sure.
Sam jumped up, shaking his long limbs awake. "Where?" He asked, slipping out of his sweats and into a pair of jeans.
Dean threw the bag over his shoulder. "I don't know."
"Dean, where are you going to look?" Sam asked, as his brother's hand gripped the door knob.
"I don't know." Dean said, sounding defeated. He turned to his brother, "But I can't just sit here with my thumb up my ass while he has her Sammy." Tears threatened to fall from the elder brothers eyes, but he choked them down.
"I get it. Look." Sam raised his hands in defense, nearing his computer and bringing the small machine to life. "Lets sit down and see if we can't pinpoint where he is."
"Better yet, I'll summon the bastard." Dean threw the bag back on the bed and fished through it again. Pulling out the ingredients he needed to preform the summoning ritual. Sam typed away on his computer, happy to have kept his brother in the room with him rather than let him aimlessly drive about.
Dean threw everything off the dresser in the corner of the room, drawing out the symbols he needed. He found his trusty can of spray paint and without hesitation drew a devils trap on the ground where Crowley would appear.
Sam watched his brother's hurried movements in fear. "I can't find any omens." He sighed, leaning back in the chair. Dean didn't respond, only continued to mix the ingredients in a rather large bowl. He lit a match and stepped back, waiting.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before you came calling." Crowley said, picking at a piece of lint off his sleeve.
"Where is she?" Dean's anger was more than evident, he neared the trap, staying just outside of the lines in safety.
"She's fine. Safe and sound where you can't find her." Crowley said.
Dean turned around and punched the wall. "You son of a bitch!" He yelled, turning back to Crowley. He stood unmoved, but Sam flinched at his brothers outburst. He shut his computer and made his way towards his brother, hoping to be there if he needed to be stopped.
"Witch actually. Though bitch is pretty fitting as well." Crowley tapped his finger against his chin, nodding at his words.
"Bring. Her. Back. Alive." Dean said through clenched teeth. He pointed at his bed, wanting Crowley to make her appear there right this instant.
"See therein lies the problem. I. Don't. Want. To." Crowley said, mimicking Dean. Sam leaned against the dresser, arms crossed over his chest as he listened intently to the conversation. "You said you would hunt down little Jimmy, and you didn't. I take your girl."
Dean stared Crowley not taking his eyes off the smaller man. Sam cleared his throat, trying to break the tension in the room. "He wasn't where you sent us. We looked for months."
"Well you didn't try hard enough!" Crowley yelled, he cleared his throat. "Bring me Jimmy and you get the princess. Don't, and she dies bloody. Its simple really." He pulled at the hem of his sleeves. Not looking up until the silence in the air was thick again.
Dean approached the side of the circle again, his jaw tight. He pulled the angel blade from his back pocket, letting it glisten against the small light that illuminated the room. "I will stab you right now if you don't bring her here." A playful smile fell upon Dean's face as he threatened Crowley.
"You do that," Crowley started, "And about 50 hell hounds will attack her." Again he mimicked Dean's smile, "Her soul is mine Dean, and I've come to collect."
"She made a deal?" Sam leaned forward, more than interested now. Dean took a step back, Angel blade at the ready. Sam put himself between the two, inadvertently pushing Dean back and keeping him at a safe distance.
Crowley turned his back to the brothers, making his way to the other end of his trap. He hated being confined, but knew the boys were doing what they always did. Nothing ever seemed to change with them. "In so many less words. Yes."
Dean pushed his way past his brother, "You kissed her?" This time he stepped into the circle, and Crowley noticed it, eyes lingering on Dean's boot. Dean retracted it, scratching it against the carpet under him.
"Not the point." Crowley licked his lips.
Sam cleared his throat, both Dean and Crowley looked at him again. Dean stopped his brother, hand on his chest before he could say or do anything. "Who is Jimmy and why the fuck is he so important to you?" Dean asked.
Crowley circled his entrapment again. "Let's just say I'm in the mood to collect things."
"Go antiquing then." Dean said, turning his back to Crowley and slamming the angle blade down on the dresser.
Sam swallowed hard, trying to play Switzerland in this situation. "How do we know You haven't killed Y/N already." He asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Because she's the only leverage I have on you twats, and I'd like to keep it that way. You have two days boys. Or Y/N is going to become MY new pet." He snapped and disappeared. Dean threw the Angel blade across the room, and a spew of curse words left his mouth.
X*X
There you lay, held down against a table unable to move anything but your hands and feet. Everything else was tied down with thick leather straps. Crowley had sent in a minion, as he called him, to watch over you but words were never shared. He would flash black eyes at you every now and then, as if you needed a reminder of what was going on.
"What's going to happen to me?" You asked finally. But your new captor sat and looked over your bare skin.
He chuckled, "If the Winchester's find what Crowley wants, nothing. But if not..." He trailed off, as if you knew the rest. And again the room went silent, all you could hear was your racing heart and quick breaths.
X*X
Dean drove the car far faster than he normally would have. Sam cringed at every turn and gripped at the door with white knuckles. Sam hadn't tried to convince his brother to drive safer, or slower; he knew better. Except he had never been on this side of Dean when he was like this. And when he asked what Dean had done when he was in danger Dean would typically laugh it off and ignore his brother's request.
"Uh-Dean?" Sam asked.
"Not now." Dean's voice was firm and full of anger. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled, hitting the steering wheel with a force that made Sam flinch.
Sam watched his brother clench his jaw tightly, breathing quick shallow breaths."Do you-?" Sam started only to be interrupted by Dean yelling some more.
"No Sam! I have no idea where I am going! Cause I have no idea where this fucking Jimmy is!" He hit the steering wheel again. Only to follow it up by patting it gently, sorry for hurting his baby.
"Okay lets stop somewhere with some wifi and I'll look up what I can about him." Sam tried to sound as reasonable and calm as he could. But even he knew the presser was on. But being calm and collected was the only way he knew to help. Both of them worrying, stressing, and not thinking logically wasn't going to help you out.
X*X
Crowley sat on his throne, looking over his few assistants in the room. Each waited patiently for his orders, and when none came they started to grow uncomfortable. Crowley tapped his finger against his cheek, eyes cast in the corner of the room not looking at anything in particular. He scratched his beard, breathed in deep and sat himself up right.
"Have the boys made and progress?" He asked everyone in the room. They shuffled, feet scraping against the cold floor beneath them. "Well?"
One stepped up, his suit dark and fitting him perfectly. He cleared his throat, "No. It seems they stopped and are trying to look for him, but without your assistance they don't know where to look." His eyes never met Crowley's focused instead on the ground at his feet, or the intricate carving of his seat.
"I helped them last time and it brought me nothing." Crowley stared the poor demon down. "And the girl?"
A new demon stepped forward, a female. "Asking a lot of questions sir, but not fighting like you had thought."She stood tall, her shoulders back and her chest pocking out. Not that it mattered, no one was paying much attention to her breasts. No, it was the power she commanded with her stance that had Crowley lift an eyebrow at her. The way she looked him in the eye instead of shaking in fear at his feet that interested him in her.
"No, she doesn't seem to have a lot of fight in her." Crowley sighed. "I guess its time to pay her a visit. See if we can't motivate those idiots to work a little faster."
"Yes sir," They all rang out in unison, bending forward as Crowley rose to his feet.
X*X
Dean tapped his foot in an anxious mess as Sam typed as fast as he could on his laptop. He sighed over and over again, eyes scanning the room quickly. Sam tried to ignore his brother the best he could, searching any and all resources he could to find where Jimmy might be.
"Anything?" Dean asked, more than impatient.
Sam looked up at him, "Dean. I am working as fast as I can. Just let me finish." Sam hated that he was having to act like he didn't care. He did. But Dean wasn't thinking rationally.
Dean sighed, leaning in his chair and drumming his hands on his thighs. "I can't just sit here. I'm going out." Sam didn't get a chance to say anything. Dean was already leaving and practically out the door before Sam even opened his mouth.
X*X
You're eyes were growing heavy. Crowley's new line of torture involved letting you slowly bleed out. He told his assistant to stop the bleeding right before you would die, but start it up again as soon as you could take it. Cutting the same cut over and over again, laughing as you screamed out in pain.
The door swung open and Crowley came into the room. You tried to focus on him, but with your long blinks and shallow breaths made it nearly impossible. "Well hello Darling." He cooed over you, forcing your chin his way so you would look at him. "I see you've lost a lot of blood already. Good."
You wanted to rip your face out of his grasp, but instead all that happened was a low quiet whimper. "I know, I know. Its hard for you. But I don't have any other choice."
Again you whimpered in response. Crowley made his way around the room, waving at his minion to leave you be. He bowed and left, leaving you and the King of Hell alone. He picked up a few instruments of torture he had lined on a tray. He picked up a rather large knife, sharpening it on a rather large metal rod in front of you again.
X*X
Sam and Dean had found Jimmy, shoving his knocked out body in the back seat of the Impala and speeding away from their violent act they just committed. Sam called Crowley from his phone, it rang only once before the thick British accent told them a location and hung up.
Dean thought his driving earlier was reckless, but this, this was far worse. He silently hoped and prayed that a cop wasn't going to see him on his way. The location they were destined for was at least a state away, raising their fear even more. Sam and Dean didn't speak, remaining as silent as they could.
Until they grew closer. "No demons?" Sam asked, looking at the large abandoned building they pulled up to. Dean didn't waist any time leaving the car and slumming the unconscious body over his shoulder. Sam offered to help, but Dean had his jaw clenched tight again and his eyes with the familiar darkness that sent shivers down Sam's spine.
Dean kicked the door open, making his way down the halls and letting Sam look in every room. "Dean don't you think something is off about this?" Sam asked, leaving another empty room.
"Yes, but that's not what I care about." Dean said bitterly.
Sam sighed, "Dean if its a trap..."
"Than we kill everyone and save Y/N." Deans voice was firm again.
"Dean."
"Don't argue Sammy." He pointed to another door with his head. Sam did as he was told, attempting to open the door without arguing. He paid careful attention to his surroundings, and grew even more suspicious when the knob didn't turn. He stepped back, placing a swift kick in just the right spot to force it to swing open.
Crowley stood over you, large knife hovering in the air just above your chest. Dean pushed past his brother, dropping the body he was carrying.
Everything slowed, Dean's scream seemed miles away, Sam's yelling for Dean to stop didn't register until Dean was too far in the room. Crowley's smile was devious, and the bowls of blood on the floor sent so much rage in Dean all plans went out the door.
The angel blade appeared in his hand but Dean wasn't fast enough. Crowley's blade sunk into your chest like butter. Your eyes widened, and a few gurgles left your mouth as it pooled with blood. Dean sank the blade into Crowley and let his body fall back and slide down the wall, a streak of blood staining the white pain.
Dean pulled at the straps holding you down, pulling you to his chest as tears streamed down his face. He ignored Sam pulling at him to leave, Ignored the yells and threats that more demons were coming. All Dean cared about was you bleeding out in his hands.
Dean watched the life fade out of your eyes, he pressed his lips firmly to yours and felt your last breath against him.
It took Dean a matter of seconds to snap. Jumping to his feet and pushing his brother behind him. Dean dug the angel blade into the first demon he made contact with, and another, and another until they were all heaps of empty meat suits at his feet. He breathed heavy covered in the blood of his fallen victims.
He bent down and pulled the knife from his last enemy and wiped the blade clean on the demons suit. Sam stood, paralyzed in place. Dean fell to his knees by your side again, holding you close to his chest.