The song here is "Fight the Good Fight" by Triumph.
Fight the Good Fight
Sam approached Crowley and his jaw was clenched tightly. He had no patience for games. He wanted to cut right to the chase and talk business. Crowley stared at him with that slight grin and watched Sam. His patience was non-existent at this point. Amazing how fast that happened.
"Have you been practicing the death stare?" Crowley asked him with that charming voice and that dark grin. Sam only glared. "Will my head explode?" he asked, mockingly.
"I want my brother." He said and Crowley rolled his eyes and sighed.
"This again." He replied, as if to himself, but it wasn't, of course. He glanced at Sam and had a smirk on his lips while he placed his hands in his pockets. "Why don't you give up?" he asked. Now it was Sam's turn to smirk, but it wasn't as good as Crowley's, naturally.
"You want Clara?" Sam asked him and Crowley's face went cold and dark. Was Colossus using her as a pawn? His Queen of Hell, an object in a mere exchange? That enraged Crowley. However, he had to remain placid.
"Do you not understand how Dean doesn't want to come back?" Crowley asked Moose, fighting the urge to show his rage in his voice. "If I attempt to drag him out of Hell, he'll resist and raise chaos, and not just in Hell." He added and stared down at him.
Sam was fixed on this idea of an exchange and wouldn't budge until he got what he wanted.
"Dean for Clara." Sam said and approached until he was an arm's reach away from the Devil's Trap. "That's the deal. No tricks, no demons, no Hellhounds. Just bring me Dean in these," he said and pulled out from his jeans pocket handcuffs with Devil's Traps painted on them. "And I'll let Clara go." He added and stared at Crowley as if he knew the King of Hell had to agree, just had to because deals were his thing.
Crowley couldn't agree to this. Hell, didn't want to. He couldn't get Samsquatch to understand that Dean would never willingly come out of Hell and give up being a demon. He couldn't get him to understand how just trying would destroy everything. Obviously, Moose had no respect or care in the world for Hell, time and time again.
However, that was the only way to get Clara back, unless he unleashed everything Hell contained on Sam. He dare take his Queen away and use her as a pawn. He loved nothing more than to tear Sam apart, but he'd rather not waste all of that on a hunter that has been dead just as often as Michael Myers.
Then a wonderful and sinister thought hit Crowley. He'd fight for just a little longer, than negotiate a little.
"When will you rattle that head of yours?" Crowley asked him. "There's no use talking to you." He said and made it look like he was done with this. "You want him? Fine, but I can promise you he'll be a handful." He said and then shot Sam a cold glare. "And don't call me to help." He said and stood there, expecting Sam to approach him to finalize the deal.
"You accept my deal?" Sam asked him, as if uncertain about this. Had Crowley made it too easy?
"You want your brother, don't you?" Crowley asked him. "I'll agree to exchange him for Clara, on one condition." He said and Sam had this look on his face, as if he anticipated this turn. "I want to talk to her." he said. Sam raised an eyebrow. "I want to check that my Queen is unharmed and I don't trust your definition of 'unharmed'." He added and stared at Moose intensively.
Sam considered it, then took out his cell phone and called Castiel. He gave his cell phone to Crowley and he could hear her breathing steady, she was calm. That was a good sign.
"Darling?" he asked. She sighed and he could hear how angry she was in that moment.
"Honey." She said coldly. He could hear it in her voice. She knew he wasn't saving her just yet and it angered him to disappoint her. It angered him because she would be stuck there a little longer.
"I've made a deal." He said and shot Sam a glare, as if to say he's been defeated. Naturally, he wasn't, but if Sam was thinking it, who was he to tell him otherwise?
"Dean for me." She said, her tone of voice hinting that she understood very well.
"Did they hurt you?" he asked her and she sighed again, but she wasn't angry.
"They have me chained to the wall." She said and he stared at Sam, letting the rage show in his dark eyes. "Other than that, I'm fine." She said and her tone turned cold.
"It won't be long, love." He said and she took a couple of seconds to respond.
"Take your time." she said sarcastically, her voice cold and harsh. "I'm not much of a threat." She added and then her voice sounded strange, as if she were a mere human. That's when he knew that she was playing a part of some sort just like he was playing defeated. Just what she was pretending to be was unclear. However, she had an idea and he would gladly let her take action.
It was times like this Crowley found himself thinking she was the epitome of perfection.
At that moment, the cell phone had been taken away from her and the call ended. He handed the phone back to Sam and glared at him.
"You got to talk to her. You're a demon of your word. Now make the deal." Sam said, even though he didn't look eager for this next part.
He broke the Devil's Trap by stretching his arm and scratching the paint with a knife. Then, he sealed the deal with Crowley and the King of Hell was gone.