"I have to admit, I missed my favorite Moose and Squirrel!", the demon purred. He walked closer to the brothers and smirked. "I was beginning to think that you didn't like me anymore!" He stood there facing the Winchesters with his hands in the pockets of his long, black overcoat. He glanced up and saw the devil's trap painted on the ceiling over his head. He rolled his eyes, sighed, and looked over at the hunters with a disgruntled look on his face. "Do we really have to do this every time we get together?"

"YES!", the brothers shouted in unison.

"Look Crowley", Dean growled. "We need your help". Crowley grinned back at Dean and started to pace around the trap, never taking his eyes off of the older brother. Dean quietly seethed at having to ask a FUCKING DEMON for help. AGAIN! He hated having to ask for help from ANYONE, let alone THIS evil Bastard.

"AHH! Lucifer has taken your sweet little lass and you want my help to get her back. Have I missed anything?", Crowley asked. Both Sam and Dean shot Crowley a surprised look. Crowley chuckled at their matching expressions. "Demons gossip more than a bunch of old biddies at a quilting bee. There's no way he could hide what he was doing! Especially when he let several of his best demons die to retrieve her!" He shook his head in disgust at Lucifer's behavior. "All of Hell is afraid that he will do the same thing to them!" Crowley snorted and rolled his eyes. "I wager they're missing me now!"

"WHATEVER CROWLEY!", Dean barked. "I don't care about your little family quarrel!" Dean stalked up to Crowley, being careful to stay outside the devil's trap. "I...WE...WANT CLAIRE BACK!" Crowley raised an eyebrow at him and Dean looked away, wiping his mouth with his hand. Crowley snickered and wagged his finger at Dean.

"You have feelings for the Lass, don't you Squirrel?", Crowley laughed. Dean growled at Crowley and pulled the demon blade from his jacket. "Easy now, Winchester!" Crowley put his hands out in front of him and backed away until his heel hit the trap. He yanked his foot away when the magic burned him. "DAMN!", Crowley screeched. "You boys are so sensitive!"

"ENOUGH CROWLEY!", Sam yelled. "Dean! Put it away!" Sam put his hand on Dean's arm and Dean lowered the knife. He was panting hard through his nose, trying to calm himself. "We need you to help us get her back, Crowley. Please!", Sam begged. "If you know that he took her, you know what he did...what he's doing to her!" Dean stared at the floor with his jaw muscles twitching. He wished Sam hadn't brought that up. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

"I know what he's doing, Moose!", Crowley growled. "It's got Hell all a buzz!" Crowley's body shook to emphasize his point. "From what I hear, she's quite a good lay! But I..." Crowley was cut off when Dean jumped at him, dropped him like a ton of bricks, and sat on his chest. Dean held the demon blade to Crowley's throat. His nostrils flared and he shot Crowley with a murderous glare.

"YOU MIGHT WANT TO REVISE THAT LAST STATEMENT, SHITHEAD!", Dean snarled. Crowley's eyes were full of fear as he looked over at Sam, pleading for help with his eyes. Sam stood there with his arms folded across his chest. He looked down at Crowley and threw his hands up in defeat. He was just as pissed off by that comment as Dean was. He would let Dean vent his anger for a moment. He just had to make sure Dean didn't go too far.

"My apologies!", Crowley whispered. "I know she wasn't a willing participant in what was done to her!" Dean jerked Crowley to his feet and stepped away from him, keeping his eyes on the demon all the time. The saying 'If looks could kill', popped into Crowley's head and he knew Dean would have killed him if he didn't need him so badly. Crowley straightened his designer suit jacket and brushed the dust of his pants. "I may be able to help. I have in my possession a certain blade that can kill him. The Archangel blade". Sam and Dean looked at each other in surprise.

"If you had this blade, why didn't you use it yourself?", Dean asked. Crowley smirked at the older brother.

"Well, my dear Squirrel, I knew that sooner or later one or both of you two Wankers would have a beef with Lucifer and come asking me for help! Why should I risk myself when I can get someone braver and with a little less brain matter to do it for me?" The brothers rolled their eyes at each other.

Lucifer was in a very randy mood. Even after just having his way with Claire. He walked over to a cabinet on the far wall and started rummaging through it. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he would know when he found it. Claire was panting, staring at his back with wide, fearful eyes. She didn't know what he was doing, but she was sure it was nothing good. He hummed as he searched. He would pick up an item, stare at it for a moment, and then chuck it over his shoulder with a grumble. Claire watched, horrified as metal implements flew everywhere, making loud clanging noises on the hard concrete floor.

She watched Lucifer pull a whip out of the cabinet and hold it up for her to see. It had hundreds of thin leather strips sticking out of the end. The smirk he shot at her made her shudder. But what he grabbed next was what made the breath catch in her throat. It was a long silver blade with a saw-tooth edge running along the back. Claire started to whimper and gasp as he stalked slowly toward the bed. Even with everything that had happened, she had never been this scared. She didn't have Sam and Dean here to protect her or even comfort her through what was happening.

She was alone.