Sam picked through the pictures of a sheaf of drawings in red and black with cryptic symbols and numbers. "That's your "big...news," is that you, translated the tablet into...doodles?" He asked disdainfully.

"It's cuneiform." Kevin replied. When Sam and Dean just looked at him he said. "I-I hit a wall translating it into English. But I found this ancient codex, uh, linking the angel script to proto-Elamite Cuneiform and I was able to translate the tablet and footnotes into Elamite , which...is..."

"Doodles," Dean finished.

"It's extinct," Kevin replied.

"Well, can you read it?" Sam asked.

"No one can," Kevin admitted, "Scholars have tried for centuries."

"So it's a dead end?" Dean asked then he slapped the table in disgust as Sam put his sheaf of papers down on the table.

"N-not quite." Kevin sputtered, "Now, most proto-Elamite is abstract, but I was able to decipher one phrase from Metatron's footnote's. "Falling Angels."

"Okay, so, the footnotes refer to Metatron's spell?" Sam asked.

"Maybe." Kevin answered.

"Okay." Sam said, walking over to the bookshelf, "Well, maybe if we can decipher the footnotes, than we can reverse the spell and..." He removed three of a dozen books from the shelf.

"Punt those wings dicks back to Heaven." Dean said, slapping the table again, this time ready for action. " Present company excluded, of course. Where do we start?"

"Research." Sam answered, tossing one book in front of each of the other two.

Dean's expression was less than thrilled.

"We comb through the library," Sam continued, "See if we can find anything else on Elimate."

Dean read the title aloud. " Zimmerman's Encyclopedia Of Extinct Languages...Volume One. How many volumes are there?"

"24." Kevin answered.

Dean's mouth opened wordlessly.

"Don't worry, we've found them all." Kevin said reassuringly, then looked back at his own book.

"Awesome." Dean said then looked pleadingly over to Sam who cuffed and looked back down at his book.

Four hours later they still have nothing. Castiel and Heal had joined the group and aside from dividing out the work it added nothing. They even tried calling Professor Morrison but he took a sabbatical amongst the Trobrianders of Papa New Guinea, and therefore unreachable.

"Is anybody else exhausted?" Kevin asked, his head laid down on a book.

"I don't even need to sleep and I'm pretty brunt." Sam replied.

That was when Dean got an idea. "Well, there's one guy who's nothing but well-rested."

"Crowley?" Sam asked.

"I'm just saying we're not keeping him changed up for the one-liners." Dean pointed out.

"It's worth a shot, I guess." Sam replied.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Castiel spoke up, "We all know he's going to try to get something from us. And he's very good at being manipulative."

"Don't worry," Dean replied, " We won't fall for any of his "quid pro quo" crap."

Which is what lead to the entirety of Team Free Will standing in front of Crowley's chair, him staring at the "doodles" of Cuneiform.

"I've been politely asking for reading material for week, and this is what you bring me?" He said, pushing the paper back to Sam, "Pass."

"Can you Elamite or not?" Sam snapped.

"It's by no means my favorite of the ancient tongues, but yes." Crowley confessed.

"Will you help us read it?" Sam continued.

"Why on Earth would I?" Crowley asked.

"Because I was there that night." Sam said, "I saw what humanity did to you, what it's done to you."

Crowley scoffed.

"Like it or not now that you're human there's at least a little part of you that's not a douche." Sam finished.

"Sorry, Moose." Crowley said, "To the last drop."

Sam got on the table and leaned it over towards the former King Of Hell. "Crowley, the only reason you're alive is because my brother thought you might be useful."

"Ah, I thought it was because we had a bit of a moral delimia because he was human now." Cas spoke up.

"That too," Sam admitted, "The point it, so far you've done Jack. " He sighed shaking his head, "Back to plan B I guess." He stood up fully, took the paper and started to walk away, the others beginning to follow him.

"Which is?" Crowley asked.

Sam paused. They hadn't actually thought that far ahead.

"Plan B is we run you through with every weapon we have." Hael said harshly.

"That seems like a good plan B." Dean commented.

"Well, there's the stick," Crowley said, "Now what about the carrot?"

Everyone exchanged looks. "The carrot?" Sam asked.

"You know," Crowley said, "What do I get if I translate this for you?"

"Not being stabbed with two dozen pointy objects." Kevin responded.

"I still think translating this deserves a little more." Crowley said, "Like maybe being set free."

There was a pause, then Sam said, "Okay, I think we all need to talk outside for a moment."

"Isn't this is the exact thing we said we wouldn't do?" Cas asked, standing outside the dungeon with the others, "Falling for, as Dean put it Crowley's ''quid pro quo crap'?"

"Look, we're not doing anything yet," Sam said, "We're just talking about it. It's not exactly like he's a danger to anyone anymore. Apart from being human, any demon loyal to him is either locked up in Hell or dead."

"So he gets off for everything he did while he was demon?" Dean pointed out, "Including doing terrible things to the people in this very room?"

"You mean the stuff he's been beating himself up for since we locked him down here?" Sam asked.

"That's another problem." Kevin spoke up, "Even if he's not evil anymore, he's not exactly the most stable human being."

Kevin was right. Ever since he was turned into a human there had been two Crowleys: One the smug wheeler-dealer would try to turn any situation to his favor, the other a guilt-ridden mess that would break down and confess his sins to anyone who would listen, usually crying by the end.

"Might I suggest a compromise?" Cas spoke up.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"There's a cabin in the woods near here," Cas said, "We make one of the stipulations of Crowley's release that he move in there at least on a trial basis. That way we can check in one him and make sure he doesn't cause any damage."

"That's...actually not a bad idea." Dean conceded.

"So it's decided?" Sam asked, "We put the Crowley on house arrest?"

Everyone nodded.

"Alright," Sam said, "Let's go back in there."

"A cabin?" Crowley balked, "In the woods?"

"And you translate the notes first." Dean said, taking over.

"And why would I agree to this?" Crowley asked.

"'Cause it's the only way you're getting out of here." Kevin spoke up.

Crowley sighed. "Alright," He surrendered, "Give me the notes."

Sam slid a piece of paper with some symbols towards Crowley. "What are these?"

"Ingredients." Crowley teased.

"More specific." Sam demanded, trying not to take the bait.

Crowley shoved the paper back. "Ingredients...for a spell."

"Can we just kill him?" Hael asked.

Sam shoved the paper towards Crowley again.

"Heart of a Nephilim." Crowley read in a bore voice, "Cupid's bow. Grace of an angel."

Kevin handed him a second piece of paper with a variety of symbols. "And the rest of them."

"Not yet." Crowley said, "You'll get the rest when I get paid. Chains off. Now."

"No." Dean said, "That was not the deal. The deal was you give it all of it, then we cut you lose."

"Alright, you can just go to the other person who can read Elamite," Crowley snarked, "Oh, wait, there isn't anyone else."

Sam face contorted in anger. "Dean," He said, "Pull out you gun."

Dean did as Sam said as the angel handed Kevin his weapon. "Hael, you got your blade?" Sam asked.

Hael's blade fell from her sweater sleeve into her hand.

"Cas?" Sam asked.

The ex-angel looked for some sort of weapon, than hurried over to the wall and pulled off a hammer.

"Good," Sam said, then he turned back to Crowley, "Now, I'm gonna take these chains off, then you are going to translate the rest of this, and if you try anything, anything at all, things will get very to the painful, very fast.

Crowley gulped at he felt a flicker of fear. "Okay," He said, as Sam took off the chains, then went to the business of reading the paper.

"Obtain the ingredients-heart, bow Grace." Crowley begin reading, "Blah, blah, blah. Mix until the smoke shall rise from the ashes casting the angels from Heaven. Blah, blah-oh. It's irreversible."

Everyone froze with shock.

"What?" Sam said finally.

"This spell can't be undone." Crowley elaborated, "This is the new world order-we're stuck with it."