Apologies for the wait. I try not to be this slow, but I've had a crazy couple of months. I stage managed an opera, I've been long-term subbing at an elementary school, and...I got married!

I do not own Supernatural. I own Sarakiel and Kat. Contains action and dialogue from Season 5, Episode 20: The Devil You Know.

Tracking down Crowley was proving to be difficult, even for Sarakiel. She had gone through dozens of demons, and none of them knew where the crossroads king was, but they were just as keen to find him. Seems word had gotten out that he had given the Colt to Sam and Dean, and it was now common knowledge that he wanted Lucifer dead. In an effort to facilitate her search, she put in a call to the Winchesters.

"Hey guys," she said as she pulled her blade from a dead demon.

"Sara, where the hell have you been?" Dean asked. She could hear the roar of Baby's engine.

"Sara?" she heard Sam say from next to Dean. There was a shuffle, and she could tell that she was on speakerphone.

"Where are you?" Dean asked.

"Sarasota Springs," she replied. "I'm hunting for Crowley."

"Crowley? Why?" Sam asked.

"Because he has Kat's soul," Sara said. There was silence on the other end. She knew she struck a nerve and that Dean was probably fired up right about now. "Listen, you guys call me if you find him, okay?"

"Sure," Sam said. "Hey, are you okay? We know what happened to Gabriel."

"That's what the hunting is for," Sara replied. "I'm trying not to let it hit me too bad. There's work to do."

"Don't run from it forever," Dean advised.

"Yeah, that crap'll eat you up from the inside out," Sam added.

"I know, guys. It's just...He wouldn't want me getting all sappy over him, you know?" All three of them knew that this was true. But, there was more that the boys wanted to ask, and she knew it. "And before you ask, no, I don't know where Cas is. I'm worried about him, too, but right now, we have bigger problems."

"Alright. We'll call you if we hear from Crowley," Dean said, though he didn't sound too convinced that Sara was okay. Then, there was a beep. "Bobby's calling. Hang on." There were a few more beeps, and a click signaled the beginning of a three-way call. "Hey Bobby, Sara's on the phone with us."

"'Bout time you showed up, feathers," Bobby said, his tone gruff, but kind. "I'm sorry to hear about your brother."

"Thanks Bobby," Sara said. "Anyway, what's new?"

"Let me guess, another steamin' pile of swine flu," Bobby asked the boys.

"Yep," Dean said.

"It doesn't make any sense, Bobby," Sam said. "Pestilence touched down here. I'm sure of it."

"Wait, you two are going after Pestilence?" Sara asked, horrified. Sam quickly laid down what Gabriel had told them through a Casa Erotica DVD he had given them before he died. "That stupid son of a bitch."

"But why is he dealing them soft serve like swine flue when he's got the croatoan virus up his sleeve? I don't get it," Dean said, moving the conversation along.

"Doesn't matter what that sick son of a bitch is doing," Bobby said. "What matters is this is the fourth town he's hit...that we know of...and we're still eating his dust. Did you get anything? We got even a snowball at probable next target?"

"Uh, no pattern we can see," Sam replied over the crackling of a map.

"Okay," Bobby sighed. "Hold on." There was a pause, coupled with a small grunt of effort. "Well, far as I can tell, he's still heading East, so...head East, I guess."

"East?" Sam and Dean asked together.

"Bobby, we're in West Nevada," Dean pointed out. "East is practically all there is."

"Yeah, well, you better get to drivin'," Bobby answered.

"Say...I've got an idea," a British tinged voice said in the background. There was a squeal of brakes and the line disconnected. Sara's heart skipped a beat and her stomach dropped. That was Crowley. She was sure of it. She tried to call the boys back, but they didn't answer. Seconds after her third call, Sam answered with a text giving her a highway and mile marker.

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"IN THE ROAD, TALKING TO SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER, UNDER A FRIGGING SPOTLIGHT!" Crowley was shouting before taking out the street light above him. Seconds later, with a rush of wings and wind, he was on the ground, with Sara on top of him, angel blade at his throat.

"Now you're on the ground, underneath an archangel, who will kill you if she doesn't get what she wants," Sara snarled.

"Sarakiel," Crowley choked out. "Nice to finally meet you in person. Your reputation precedes you."

"Then you know that I'm serious," she replied. "You have something of mine, and I want it back."

"I don't know what you're – AH!" Crowley began, crying out as Sara cut him with her blade. It was just a nick, but because it was a holy weapon on a demon, it had quite the sting.

"Katherine Winchester's soul," she spat. "I want Katherine Winchester's soul back!"

"You could've asked nicely," Crowley grunted. "Would you call your dog off, please? I'm here to offer my help...seriously." There was silence before Sam finally walked over and put a hand on Sara's shoulder.

"Sara, let him up," he said. Sara whipped her head around and looked at him. After a few moments, she pushed off his chest and stood up.

"I'm sure we can work something out," Crowley muttered as he stood up, brushing himself off.

"Yes, we can," Sara replied, her voice still dangerously low. "You give me the soul back, and I won't tell every demon I see where you are."

"But you don't know where I am," Crowley pointed out.

"But Sam and Dean will, and all it takes is one track of the GPS on their phones, and I'll know everything," Sara replied, pointing to Sam's phone, which was still in his hands. Crowley looked between the boys, who were both completely stoic-faced. When he realized that neither of them were bluffing, he conceded.

"Fine, I'll give you her soul back," he said. "But, let's do this somewhere more private, hmm?" Neither the angel, nor the two hunters moved. "Come with me, please. Do you want the horseman rings or not?" Sam and Dean looked surprised at his last question. "Yes, I know all about that."

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Crowley took them to a run-down, abandoned house not far from where they stopped.

"Here we are...my life on the lam," he said. Sara remembered seeing Crowley's gorgeous mansion in Kat's memories. She also knew that Crowley controlled every crossroads demon in Hell, especially with Lilith gone. "How the mighty have fallen," he continued, lamenting. "Single-pane glass, used contraception in the fireplace." He pointed at said fireplace and it ignited into a cozy fire. "The water damage alone -"

"My heart's bleeding for you," Dean said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Now, how do you know about the rings?"

"Well now...I've been keeping a close eye on you lot," Crowley replied.

"We've got hex bags," Sam pointed out. "We're hidden from demons."

"All but one," Crowley replied, sounding very pleased with himself. "That night, you broke into my house, our first date, my valet hid a tracking device in your car; a magical coin that easily trumps your little bags of bones. It allows me to hear things, too...and my, the things I've heard," he chuckled. "So, you want to cram the devil back in the box? Cunning scheme. I want in."

"You said you could get us Pestilence," Dean said.

"Well now, I don't know where pestilence is, per se," Crowley began. Sara was ready to pounce on him right there, but he continued. "But, I do know the demon who does. He's what you might call the horseman's stable boy. He handles their itineraries, their personal needs. He's who you want – believe me. He'll tell us where Sneezy's at."

"Well, how do we get him to spill?" Dean asked. "Rip out his toenails?"

"No," Crowley replied. "Nuts at his pay grade don't crack. We bring him here, then I sell him."

"Sell him?" Sam asked.

"Please," Crowley grinned. "I've sold sin to saints for centuries. Think I can't close one little demon?"

"We get this demon, you crack him, we get the horseman and Kat's soul back," Sara said.

"This puts me a little short on returns," Crowley crooned.

"In exchange, I won't put my own tracking device on you and tell every demon I meet where you are," Sara countered, holding up her blade and giving it a wiggle.

"I can heal that," Crowley pointed out.

"Not if I carve it on to your true form," Sara replied with an evil grin. Crowley's eyes got wider. Both demon and angel knew that she wasn't bluffing. Because both of them were supernatural beings, it was completely plausible for Sara to carve something on his true form with a holy weapon and it stay there. They had a staring match for a few minutes before he finally caved.

"We get this demon, you get Kat's soul and Pestilence, and I get your guaranteed silence," Crowley said.

"That's the only deal we're making here," Sara said.

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"Why are we even listening to him?" Sam asked Sara and Dean. "This is totally insane."

"I don't disagree," Dean said.

"One big happy family, are we, then?" Crowley asked. "Fantastic."

"You ready to go?" Dean asked him.

"Yes, yes, I am. Sam, keep the home fires burning," Crowley replied, beginning to head for the door.

"What are you talking about?" Dean demanded.

"Sam's not coming," Crowley said.

"And why the hell not?" Sam asked.

"Because I don't like you," Crowley listed. "I don't trust you...and oh yes, you keep trying to kill me."

"So do I, and you want me to come along," Sara pointed out.

"You, I can't do much about. I know how to pick my battles," Crowley said. "Him, I can say something about because I know I have a chance. Besides, having backup of a holy nature will help with this demon and his entourage."

"There's no damn way," Sam protested. "This isn't gonna happen!"

"I'm not asking you, am I?" Crowley fired back. "'Cause you're not invited. I'm asking you," he pointed at Dean. "What's it gonna be?" Dean didn't answer right away. "Gentlemen, Lady, enjoy your last few sunsets." With that, he began to walk for the door again.

"Wait!" Dean called, making Crowley stop. Dean turned to his brother. "What can I say? I believe the guy." Sam and Sara watched the other two walk out of the shack. Sara put a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"I'll keep an eye on both of them," she promised him, and followed Dean and Crowley to the impala.

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The demon they were looking for was at a company called Niveus Pharmaceutical. Based on some research done by Sara, they were supposedly working on an excellent vaccine for the latest outbreak of swine flu. According to Crowley, however, it was a cover to distribute the Croatoan virus. They pulled up outside the building and took a look inside. Two security guards were at the front door.

"Demons?" Dean asked, observing through binoculars.

"Nah," Crowley replied. "Human shields. The demons are up top – 12th floor."

"All right, then," Dean said, putting the binoculars down. "We'll have to find a way in through the back."

"You Winchesters make everything so complicated," Crowley scoffed, and he disappeared.

"Crap," Sara said. With all the demons in the area, it was hard to pick out just one. Suddenly, he appeared behind the two security guards, and slit their throats.

"Crap! Crap!" Dean exclaimed, jumping out of the car. Sara vanished from the car and appeared inside. She knelt down and thought she could save them, but she was only seconds too late. Dean began pounding on the door.

"Door's open!" Crowley called. Dean stormed in, furious. "What?"

"You killed them?" Dean snarled.

"We're on a tight schedule," Crowley protested.

"Hope you can fight, because I owe you a demon for each human you kill tonight," Sara told him.

"Oh now you two are squeamish?" the demon taunted. "Please." They got into an elevator to go to the 12th floor, but Crowley stayed behind. "Got get 'em, tiger."

"You're not coming?" Dean asked, confused.

"Oh no, it's not safe up there," Crowley replied. "There's demons."

"Yeah, I get that," Dean scoffed.

"Look, just do what I told you," Crowley instructed. "And try to be convincing. It'll work like a charm. Trust me." As the doors started to close, Crowley put his hand in. "Angel face shouldn't go, either."

"Now come on," Dean said.

"No, Dean, he's right," Sara reluctantly said. "It'll look even worse if I'm here. Call me if you need me." She walked out of the elevator and stood by Crowley. Once the doors were closed, Sara rounded on the demon. "If you get him killed," she began.

"I know, I know, you'll kill me," Crowley drawled.

"Oh no, that would be far too easy," Sara replied. "I may be an angel, but don't think we're all mercy and forgiveness. As Dean would put it, you'll be my little bitch." Crowley studied her for a few moments, and then grinned.

"In another life, you probably would have made a fantastic demon," he said. "I mean that as a compliment."

"I choose to take it as an insult," Sara replied.

"Have it your way," he shrugged. They were silent for a few moments, then Crowley rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "Time to go," he said, and vanished. Seconds later, Sara heard Dean praying for her, and she vanished right with him.

XXX

Both Crowley and Sara arrived in time to see Brady beating the shit out of Dean. Crowley sneaked behind him and shoved a sack over her head with a devil's trap on it, then hit him on the head with a crowbar. Sara went straight to Dean to check him over. It was nothing serious, so she touched him up, and then the two rounded on Crowley.

"What the hell was that?" Dean spat.

"That was perfect," Crowley replied.

"Perfect? He didn't want the rings, he wanted me!" Dean exclaimed.

"Imagine the surprise on your face," Crowley said, grinning.

"What?" Sara asked, growing angrier with every word out of the demon's mouth.

"Your ignorance and misinformation – I mean, completely authentic. You can't fake that," Crowley answered. "What?" he asked, seeming confused. "It went like clockwork!"

"Not for me, you son of a bitch!" Dean snarled.

"That's what you get, working with a demon," Crowley said, shrugging.

"I owe you five more for this, Crowley," Sara said.

They got the guy back to the car, and Crowley started carving a sigil into the demon's body.

"Hey, hot stuff, watch the upholstery!" Dean cried.

"Up yours, mate," Crowley snapped. "This bit of carving will tie our friend here down. No zapping off, no smoking out – Locked in the meat suit. An important piece of our bargaining strategy." Once he was done, he focused on the windshield. "Now, up here, we don't want to take I-50. Take 93 north."

"What are you talking about?" Sara asked.

"Look, we can't take this guy back to your brother," Crowley explained.

"Why the hell not?" Dean asked. When Crowley didn't answer, he pressed. "Crowley?"

"They got history, all right?" Crowley answered. Dean slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt. The angel and the hunter rounded on the demon.

"You want to go anywhere, you start talking," Dean said. "What history?"

The more that Crowley explained, the lower Dean's stomach dropped, and the faster Sara's heart beat. This demon was inhabiting a college buddy of Sam's, named Brady. This demon was also the one that carried out Azazel's hit on Sam's girlfriend, Jess, and even introduced them. If they brought him to Sam, Sam would probably want to kill him. But, Dean insisted, so back to Crowley's safe house they went. Crowley went to intercept Sam while Sara and Dean tied Brady to a chair at the center of a devil's trap. The bag was still on his head, but Sara put her own special warding on him, adding an extra level of protection for them.

"Sam," Dean said when he walked in.

"What's going on, Dean," Sam asked, looking at the hooded demon in the trap.

"I need you to stay on the mission, okay?" Dean said. "Focused."

"I don't understand. What's this all about?" Sam asked again.

"I'm doing this 'cause I trust you," Dean said.

"Trust me to what?"

"Sam?" Brady called. "Sam, is that you?" Dean took a deep breath and pulled the hood off. Sam's brown eyes became the size of dinner plates.

"Brady?"

"Brady hasn't been Brady in years," Brady chuckled. "Not since...oh...middle of our sophomore year?"

"What?" Sam sounded angry and confused.

"That's right," Brady taunted. "You had a devil on your shoulder even back then. All right, now, let it all sink in." Sam started fuming.

"You son of a bitch," Sam snarled. "You son of a bitch!" He lunged for Brady, but Sara and Dean held him back. "You introduced me to Jess!"

"Ding ding! I think he's got it!" Brady laughed.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam shouted. Dean pushed Sam out of the room to calm him down while Brady laughed. While Dean calmed his brother down, Sara rounded on Brady.

"I'm glad you think this is funny," she said, drawing her angel blade.

"You really think you're gonna kill me?" Brady laughed.

"Oh no, little boy," Sara grinned. She pressed the point of her blade to his arm and gave it a flick. It left a painful, though thin cut on his arm. "See, killing you is far to easy, for both you and for my brother there. You, little one, are gonna be my bitch. If you don't give us what we want when we ask, I'll tear it out of your ass." She flicked him again with her blade. "And you and me? We literally have eternity. I can deal with whatever your little buddies try to dish out, and give it back to them tenfold. So, if you want to sit here and starve yourself, that's fine, because I don't need to eat. And as long as I'm in my vessel, she'll be fine, too." Flick. Each flick, Brady's cries of pain got louder.

"Burn in hell, bitch," Brady snarled.

"You first," Sara sneered. This time, she used the edge of her blade. He screamed. Dean ran in and saw her standing behind him. Once again, the sadistic grin was on her face, and her eyes were glowing silver, the same as she was when she killed Zachariah.

"Sara!" he called. Instantly, the silver disappeared and the grin vanished. She looked down at Brady, then at the blade in her hand, and she stormed out of the room, brushing past Dean.

"What the hell have you been doing?" Dean called after her, but she didn't answer. He followed her into the bathroom, where she was splashing water on her face. "Sara, what the hell was that?" he asked again. She turned and looked at him. Her eyes were alight with sorrow and confusion, mixed with a healthy dose of fear. Sara opened her mouth to answer, but the sudden slamming of the door, followed by a wriggling of the doorknob. Dean went to the door and banged on the door. "Sam? Come on, Sam! Don't do this!" He banged on the door again. "Sam, come on! Hey! Open the Door! OPEN THE DOOR!" Sara went to push against it, but she stopped.

"He's warded it as well," she said, the sigil shining.

"Can you still zap us out of here?" Dean asked.

"No," Sara answered. "Crowley has warded this place quite well."

"So you can't zap out at all?"

"No."

"Good." He rounded on her and pushed her against the wall. "What the hell was that back there? What's been with you lately?" Sara didn't even bother to fight. She knew that this had been coming, and felt it better for Dean to get it out.

"I don't know," Sara replied. "All I know is that I haven't been myself lately. I've been taking more and more joy in things that I shouldn't, and I've noticed, believe me." Her lack of fighting to push Dean off caught the hunter off guard, and he backed up a bit. "It's gotten worse since we lost Kat, and I can't help but wonder if it was her that was keeping me in check. I'm going to get her from Crowley, and everything will be better."

"Sara, are you sure? Because you were...pretty nasty in there," Dean asked.

"It has to work, Dean. If not...," Sara began, but she couldn't finish the sentence. She wrapped her arms around herself and slid down the wall. Dean's instant reaction was to hold her, comfort her, kiss her and tell her that everything was okay. What stopped him was the little voice that reminded him that it wasn't his wife...it was the angel using her body.

The handle of the door jiggled again. When they heard that, Sara jumped up and Dean banged on the door again.

"Hey, hey, hey," Sam's voice said through the door. "All right! Wait! I'm gonna open it." When he did, Dean looked worried and pissed at the same time, and Sara just looked worried.

"What happened?" Dean demanded of his brother.

"Nothing," Sam replied.

"My ass," Dean scoffed.

"Dean, I'm fine," Sam insisted.

"Yeah? And what about Brady?" Dean challenged.

"Like you said," Sam sighed. "We need him." They all looked in the room and saw Brady, a little worse for wear, but alive.

"God, the day I've had," Crowley said, appearing in the room. "Good news," he said to Brady. "You're going to live forever."

"What did you do?" Brady asked.

"Went over to a demons' nest," Crowley explained. "Had a little massacre. Must be losing my touch, though...Let one of the little toads live. Oops," he looked over at the Winchesters and Sara, and shrugged. "Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are...wait for it...lovers in the league against Satan." He chuckled at his own metaphor. Brady just sighed. "Hello, darling," Crowley continued. "So, now Death is off the table. Now, you get to be on the boss' eternal-torment list with little old me."

"Oh, no no no no," Brady muttered, getting scared.

"Something else we have in common," Crowley said. "Apart from our torrid passion, of course. Craven self-preservation. So, now, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is at?" Just then, a howl pierced the night. Everyone in the room looked up and around, hearts leaping to throats.

"Oh god, Crowley," Brady said.

"Was that a hellhound?" Dean asked.

"I'd say yeah," Crowley replied.

"Why was that a hellhound?" Sara asked. Crowley put his hand in his pocket and groaned.

"What's that?" Sam asked, nodding to Crowley's pocketed hand.

"Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?" Crowley asked. All three nodded. "Demons planted one on me." He held up the little coin from his pocket.

"You're saying a hellhound followed you here?" Sam said.

"Well, technically, he followed this," Crowley answered.

"Get me out of here and I'll tell you anything you want," Brady said, frantically.

"Shut up," Sam snapped.

"Okay, well, then we should go," Dean said.

"Sorry, boys," Crowley said. "No one knows more about the hounds than I. You're long past the point of 'go'." He tossed the coin to Dean and vanished.

"Damn it," Dean cursed.

"I told you!" Sam snapped.

"Oh, well, good for you," Dean mocked. "Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen." He walked out to get salt.

"We'll watch Brady," Sam said, looking at the demon.

"Watch me?" Brady scoffed. "Get me the hell out of here!" Sara drew her blade and looked at the door. Seconds later, they heard a crash followed by shotgun fire. Dean backed into the room, firing at the hellhound that was in the hallway. Sara moved next to him and stared the beast down. She had only seen a hellhound once or twice before, and the sight never failed to disgust her.

"Salt?" Sam asked. Dean just shook his head and backed up into the room.

"Damn it, get me out of here!" Brady shouted.

"Shut up!" Sara, Sam, and Dean all shouted back at him.

"Great, just great," Brady moaned as the hellhound came into view. Suddenly, there was another bark, followed by a familiar voice.

"Hey!" Crowley was standing in the room opposite them. The hellhound turned to face the voice, and Sara was surprised to see another hellhound.

"You're back?" Dean asked, shocked.

"I'm invested...for now," he said. The other hellhound started barking. "Stay!" Crowley ordered.

"You can control them?"

"Not that one," Crowley replied, pointing at the one hunting them. He then started patting the one by him. "I brought my own. Mine's bigger." He grinned, then turned to his dog. "Sic 'im, boy!" Crowley's hellhound launched itself at the smaller hellhound and the two started to fight. Sam took the chance to scratch the devil's trap on the floor open while Sara slashed Brady's bindings. The four of them rushed out of the house and out to Baby, where Crowley was waiting. "I'll wager $1,000 my pup wins," he said with a laugh. They all drove away to the sound of the hellhounds destroying the inside of the house.

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They pulled off in an abandoned alley, where Brady handed over a piece of paper to Crowley.

"Yeah, I'm sure pestilence will be there. Thanks," Brady said, grudgingly.

"What do you think?" Dean asked Crowley.

"It's good," Crowley said, reading the paper. "You got no reason to lie, have you? Like I said before, you're in my boat now."

"You've screwed me," Brady snapped. "For eternity."

"Nah," Crowley grinned. "Won't last that long. Trust me." Crowley walked toward Dean and Sara, but Sam stayed behind, still staring at Brady.

"Where are you going?" Brady asked. Dean leaned down and started pouring a salt line behind Sam.

"I'm going to do you a favor," Crowley said. "I expect we'll be in touch," he added to Sam.

"What is this?" Brady asked, getting visibly nervous.

"All those angels, all those demons, all those sons of bitches...They just don't get it, do they, Sammy?" Dean said.

"No, they don't, Dean," Sam agreed.

"You see, Brady," Dean explained, allowing Crowley to pass the salt line before closing it behind him. "We're the ones you should be afraid of." Brady scoffed as Sam approached him, holding Ruby's knife.

"I bet this is a real moment for you, big boy," Brady taunted. "Gonna make you feel all better?"

"It's a start," Sam answered, curtly.

"Gonna make up for all the times that we yanked your chain -Yellow eyes, Ruby, me? But it wasn't all our fault, was it? No, no, no, no. You're the one who trusted us. You're the one who let us into your life, let us whisper in your ear over and over and over again. Ever wonder why that is, Sammy? Ever wonder why we were so in your blind spot? Maybe it's because we got the same stuff in our veins and, deep down, you know you're just like us." Brady lunged at Sam, who easily nicked him with the blade. Brady screamed in pain. "Maybe you hate us so much because you hate what you see every time you look in the mirror," he panted. "You ever think of that? Maybe the only difference between you and a demon...is your hell is right here." He began to laugh, but the laughter was cut off by Sam stabbing him the stomach.

"Interesting theory," Sam said.

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Crowley tried to run off...but Sara already had his number, and cornered him not far away.

"We had a deal, Crowley," she snarled, drawing her blade.

"Yes," he mused. "Katherine Winchester's soul for your silence. Thing is...I think we should renegotiate the terms of that deal." Sara's eyes began to glow blue as she bared her teeth with a snarl.

"Do I need to remind you who you're dealing with, demon?" she said, her voice laced with the power in her Grace.

"An archangel on the run," Crowley replied, trying not to be visibly phased by the threat before him. "I could tip off the next angel I see to your whereabouts as well."

"Any angel would kill you on sight," Sara said, though the glow in her eyes faded a bit.

"But you're the much bigger catch. Wonder who would please Michael more?" Crowley muttered. The glow faded completely as Sara realized he was right. "But, I'm not completely without mercy. Tell you what: I'll keep your dear vessel's soul safe and sound, out of prying hands AND I'll keep quiet about where you are. In return, you keep quiet about me and agree to one favor to be called in at any time."

"Indebted to you? Ridiculous," Sara spat. Crowley shrugged and pulled out a vial that contained a glowing soul. Sara immediately knew that it was Kat. Seeing the look on Sara's face, Crowley began to unstopper the vial. "NO!" Sara cried, reaching for it. Crowley grinned as Sara sighed, both of them realizing her mistake. "You'll keep her completely safe?"

"If I don't, you can tell every demon you see," Crowley said, putting the vial back in his pocket. Sara stowed her blade and approached Crowley. "I assume you know how this works."

"Just get it over with," Sara said. Crowley smiled and pulled her into a hard kiss. It was all Sara could do to not stab him where he stood.

She had just made a deal with a demon. There was no turning back now.