Sam tapped one of his insanely long fingers on the table for a moment. "How many of them are there?"

"At least a dozen, probably more."

Dean frowned in irritation. "Can't you just talk to them? I mean, you're the friggen King of Hell!"

"Yes, of course I tried that! I wasn't born yesterday! It seems as though Abaddon has managed to sway their vote."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "If you weren't born yesterday, then why is it so easy for you to lose followers?"

Crowley appeared in front of the brothers, and Sam barely ducked in time to avoid the phone Crowley had whipped at his head. "Show some respect! I'm the bloody King!"

Dean got up in Crowley's face. "Listen to me. We let you go on the condition that you'd help us find Cas and Gadreel. Then we'd let you go and fix up Hell. But since you decided to fix Hell first, you are going to help us rescue them, too. Got a problem with that? Then get ready to call the dungeon home again."

Crowley curled his lip. "I'm only agreeing to this because I want my kingdom back."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Dean growled before stepping back a few paces.

Sam looked to Crowley, ignoring Dean's testosterone rush. "You never found out the exact number of how many there are? Just "a dozen, maybe more"?"

Crowley looked at Sam with a snarl. "I'd like to see you count demons as they're trying to rip you apart! I talked to one to try to convince him to come back, but when he didn't like what I was saying, he called the rest and I had to leave! They will be executed as soon as my throne is secure again."

Sam frowned at Crowley. "Well we're going to need to know how many demons she has posted before we try anything." He paused for a moment. "Unless…you still have hellhounds?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Of course I still have hellhounds, Moose. But what's your point? You want me to send one in to see how many men she's got?"

Sam shook his head. "No. I want you to send one in to take them out."

Dean glanced at Sam for a moment, before looking back at Crowley. "Could that work?"

"I'd need more than one, but yes, it could work." Crowley turned to Sam. "When do you suggest we do it? And I hope you realise, I'm definitely not sending in my best. I won't lose them to traitors."

Sam stood. "I think Abaddon's spent plenty of time with Gadreel and Cas, don't you?"

Dean stared at Crowley. "Go get your mutts. We're getting them back. Tonight."