Sam carefully cleaned under his nails with the tip of the knife, taking care not to push it in too deep. Glancing up he watched Dean for a moment as he prepared the summoning circle, trying to figure out a way to paint the devil's trap without trapping himself in it.

"It doesn't work on us." Sam reminded him, going to his next nail.

"Yeah but getting caught in the trap gives us headaches regardless." Dean said back. "So I'm trying to avoid that."

Sam hummed at that, finishing cleaning his nails and sliding the knife back into his pocket. "Good plan, I had a migraine the entire time I was at Singers."

"Eating and drinking holy water, devil traps everywhere. It's like a specialized version of torture." Dean teased him, tossing the spray can at him which he caught easily. "Alright, ready?"

Sam held up the bowl of blood and handed it to Dean, watching him place it on the ground and use a stick to slide into the devil's trap. "Coward." Sam said, rolling his eyes. "I've been dealing with that for weeks and you can't take a minute."

"I value my health and mental health." Dean told him, lighting a match and throwing it into the bowl. The both of them watched the fire rise high, the smell of smoke and sulfur filling the room before the fire went out, and a demon stood in the trap instead.

Crowley slowly turned around, eyeing the trap, before he looked up raising an eyebrow at the sight of them. He sighed and brought his fingers up, whistling sharply. The doors of the warehouse were slammed open and the sound of heavy paws hitting the ground came towards them.

Sam turned around, arms wide open. "Juliet!" he said in delight as the hellhound half leaped at him, remembering just how much bigger she was compared to him. He grinned as she licked at his face and his hands moved to scratch along her neck, just like she liked it. "Who's a good girl, you're a good girl." he cooed, moving with her to the ground to rub at her stomach as well as she rolled onto her back.

He heard Dean groan but didn't say anything, just focusing on the hellhound for the time being. "Oh good girl, you harvesting a lot of souls?" he said, hands moving over her.

"For fucks sake." he could hear Dean breathe out before he shook his head and focused on Crowley. "Haven't seen you in a while there Fergus, how's things on the crossroads?"

"Good, a rise in people making deals and blah, blah, blah. Small talk, small talk, small talk. Gossip, gossip, gossip." Crowley said, rolling his eyes. "And now we're caught up, what do you boys want? Besides making my hound resort to being a puppy."

"You told Winchester and Singer about us and about mom." Dean said, cutting to the chase. "Why?"

"I have a bit of a relationship with Bobby Singer. I help him, he helps me, I'll eventually make a deal for his soul, business as usual." Crowley said. "Part in that means giving information at times. And besides, quite a few demons know the story of the Campbells."

"You didn't just tell random hunters, you told two of the hunters that had no damn right to know and have nothing to do with." Dean said, fingers flexing slightly. "So you just did it because you want dibs on Singers soul."

"Eventually he'll get desperate enough to sell and I'm the prime bidder for it." Crowley said. "Other than that, occasionally, he'll have an artifact that I want or vice versa or whatever. It's in my best interest for the time being to work with him."

Dean nodded, looking thoughtful. "What did you tell them?"

"I told them about your mother." Crowley said honestly. "I told them about her deal years ago and I told them about her coming and going to hell. I told them a bit about you two and how..." he eyed Sam who was curled around and cuddling with Juliet now. "How powerful you two can be."

Dean worked his jaw from side to side, taking a deep breath. "We're pissed off at you right now." he said, raising his voice over Sams cooing sounds. "Seriously."

Crowley looked at Sam and Juliet before back at Dean. "Clearly." he said. He sighed then. "Alright, I'm fond of you two, really I am." he said. "And all those souls and the little whispers going around, I do want to see if you'll succeed. How about we go like this, in exchange for having talked to the hunters, I'll give you two a boon of your choice."

"Souls." Sam said, looking up from Juliet. He glanced at Dean who nodded. "We want more souls."

"We know you have extra souls, the souls of people who got in the way of collecting on deals." Dean said. "We want them, all of them."

"Rather large boon you two are requesting." Crowley said, eyes going between the two of them.

"Rather large information you gave the hunters." Dean said, mimicking his accent. "We want them."

Crowley was silent for a moment before he sighed. "Fine." he allowed. "You trust me enough to let me go and I'll bring them over?"

"We'll give you a chance, uncle Crowley." Dean said with a smirk. "You got half an hour," he looked towards his brother and the hound. "And leave Juliet, let Sam get it all out of his system."

"Fine." Crowley agreed, nodding. He waited for Dean to break the devil's trap, smudging the lines with his stick, and stepped out. The moment he was out, he disappeared.

"Well that's one way to get a lot more souls at once." Sam mused, just petting at Juliet's flank now. "Think it'll be enough?"

"Maybe." Dean said, going to sit next to Sam and reaching out to pet Juliet as well, he had a soft spot for the girl. "If not, we'll keep going."

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