Sam's P.O.V.
Dean clearly thought that Sam had made a mistake. He yelled until his throat was raw. He threw his lamp across his room. He wasted way too much ammo in the shooting range. And then he yelled some more.
Sam tried to be understanding, knowing that Dean probably blamed himself for Cas' disappearance, but finally, he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Well at least I did something! At least I didn't just lock myself up in my room and feel sorry for myself! I've been trying, Dean, and I could've used some help!"
Dean took a step forward. "You just lost us our greatest bargaining chip ever! He's not looking for Cas! He's probably partying it up in Hell or something! What made you think you could trust him?"
Sam tried to calm down. "He was our best shot, Dean. This could end up working."
"Yea? And what if it doesn't? Huh? What then?"
"Then we keep trying, Dean. We can't just give up!"
Dean just shook his head and turned away.
Sam sighed with irritation and went back to his room. He sat gloomily on his bed, and pulled out his phone. He called Crowley, but no answer.
He tried again.
Still nothing. With a dejected sigh, he got up to go make some lunch.
A week later and they still hadn't heard from Crowley. Dean had come out of his room, and was helping research. They were starting to think that whatever fate had befallen Cas and Gadreel had happened to Crowley as well.
Finally, though, after the thousandth time, he answered his phone.
"Hello, Squirrel!"
Dean put the phone on speaker and dropped it on the table. "Why haven't you been answering your phone? We've been calling you non-stop!"
"I noticed, but I've been busy."
Dean glared at Sam. "Doing what? We didn't let you go to fix Hell, you're supposed to be finding Cas!"
Crowley's smirk was obvious in his tone. "Well, you never said when I was supposed to locate your feathery friends." He continued before Dean could rip into him. "But I did find them regardless."
Sam shared a look with Dean before looking back to the phone. "Well, where are they?"
"Patience, Moose. You can't just run off to them. It's a tad more complicated than that."
Sam's brow furrowed. "Why? What's going on?"
Crowley paused for a moment. "Well?" Dean asked impatiently.
"The thing is, not all of Abaddon's minions are complete dunces. They managed to get a hold of your angels, and they called their so-called Queen to them."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that the bitch is having a one-on-one with your little friends."
Sam and Dean looked at each other, horrified.
Dean stared at the phone for a minute before saying, "Crap."
