"I-I'm so sorry, Dean!", I sobbed into his chest while we sat on the sofa. "I d-don't know why I went down there!" I pulled away and looked up at him. "I told myself that it was to see that he was really locked up tight, but..." I shook my head, confused. "I think it was to confront him, but I chickened out!" He hugged me tight again, but I pushed him away. "I couldn't face him, Dean! I didn't even say a word!" I stood up and paced the floor.

"Vi, come on!", Dean barked. "After what you went through, I'm not surprised." I turned and looked at him and he stood up. "Without his soul, Sam's mind has become twisted. He's not going to say he's sorry or that he didn't mean to hurt you, Violet." He walked towards me slowly and put his hand on my arm. I could see the pain in his eyes. It was tearing him apart to say these terrible things about his brother. I heard the front door slam and we both jumped.

"Bobby?!", Dean bellowed.

"Yeah, Dean! It's me!", a gruff voice called from the kitchen. I could hear him opening and shutting the cabinets as he put away the groceries. When he finally walked into the living room, he froze when he saw my face. My eyes were all puffy and red from crying. "What happened?" I looked away from him and shuddered. I didn't want to think about it again.

"Nothing Bobby", Dean grumbled. Bobby sighed and looked at the floor. He didn't really seem to want to know. That I was grateful for. "Do we have everything we need for the summoning spell?"

"Um...yeah", Bobby stammered, looking at his feet. "I'll go get everything ready." He left the room in a hurry, seeming to be embarrassed to be there.

"Thanks, Dean", I whispered with my head down. He lifted my chin to look at him. He leaned over me and I started to tremble. He looked deep in my eyes and smiled. I started to pant and he stroked my cheek with his thumb. I felt a tingle where he touched my face. I closed my eyes and waited. I felt his lips touch me softly, but not where I expected. Or hoped. He kissed me gently on the forehead and I sighed more than a little disappointed. But, I don't know why I expected anything more from him. He was a grown man and I was just a kid. Dean, constantly reminded me of that fact when he called me kid or kiddo. The only person who didn't treat me like a child was the monster locked up in the basement. The one who beat and raped me. How twisted is that?

"Don't mention it", Dean said softly. I opened my eyes again and he must have seen the sad look on my face. "What's wrong, Vi?" I just shook my head and stepped away from him. I should have known better than to get my hopes up that he would have feelings for me. "What?"

"It's nothing, Dean", I said, turning away from him. My face had already betrayed me enough. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. He tilted his head and gave me that look again that said 'spill it'. I sighed and opened my mouth to speak and then snapped it shut again. I didn't know what to say to him. "I...I...I don't wanna talk about it!" He continued to stare at me, holding me by the arms. He didn't have to say a word. One look and I knew that he would get it out of me sooner or later. "Do...do you think I'm pretty?" He looked down at me, bewildered.

"Shh-sure, I do, kiddo", Dean stuttered. There was that word again. Kiddo. I would always be just a kid to him. "Why?" I scrunched my face up and looked away again. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him how I felt. I knew he wouldn't reciprocate and I was just torturing myself. When I looked back up at him his eyes had gone wide with shock. It appeared that he had figured it out all on his own. "Vi, I..."

"Everything's ready, Dean", Bobby called from the doorway, making us both jump again. Bobby moved away from the Doorway and into the den. Dean and I followed him. There was a metal bowl on the desk with strange things in it. Under the bowl there was a strange symbol painted on a piece of cloth. Bobby lit a match then looked over at Dean. Dean nodded and Bobby threw the match into the bowl. The contents burst into flames, shooting sparks and white smoke up into the air.

"Hello Boys", a low, gravely voice called from the corner of the room. I looked up and the man from my dream was standing there, leaning against the wall. Bobby growled and crossed his arms over his chest. Crowley chuckled, pushed away from the wall, and started to walk towards us. But he stopped after only a few steps. He looked up at the ceiling and saw a giant star with strange symbols painted inside it. "Another devil's trap? Really?" He sidestepped around the mark on the ceiling and moved toward us again. "Is that really necessary? I would have thought we were passed that by now."

"Crowley, let's cut the chit-chat, OK?", Dean grumbled with his arms crossed over his chest. "We need your help."

"Really?!" Crowley looked at him with a shocked expression on his face. The famous Winchester brothers need help from little old me?" He looked around for a moment before turning to Dean again. "Where is Moose anyway? It's just not a party without Moose and Squirrel together." I looked at him confused. Moose and Squirrel? What was he talking about.

"That's what we need your help with." Dean walked up to Crowley and sighed. "We need to get Sam's soul out of the cage." Crowley looked at Dean like he had suddenly grown another head.

"His soul!", Crowley laughed. "From the cage! The cage that just happens to hold Lucifer!" Dean nodded. "Sorry, Squirrel, but when it comes to Lucifer I prefer not to get involved." Dean let out a low growl and Crowley smirked at him. Dean moved away and leaned on the desk, trying to control his temper. It was at that moment that Crowley noticed me standing to his right. His smirk turned into a wide grin as he walked toward me. I backed up until my back hit the wall. "What have we here?" Crowley eyed me up and down, licking his lips. "Hello, Lovely", Crowley purred at me. He stopped close to me and place a hand on the wall next to my head, hemming me in. He grabbed my hand and kissed it gently. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I would have been flattered if it weren't a demon kissing my hand. And he weren't so creepy.

"Leave her alone, Crowley!", Dean snarled from behind the demon. I tried to pull my hand away and Crowley yanked it back toward him. "Let her go or so help me...!"

"Do you want my help or not, Winchester?", Crowley breathed while he stared down at me. There was silence in the room and Crowley smiled again. "I'll take that as a yes." He brought my hand back up to his face and I thought he was going to kiss it again. But, instead, he turned my hand over and stuck his nose into my palm, inhaling deeply with his eyes closed. He let the breath out with a shudder and when he opened his eyes, they were blood red. I gasped and jerked my hand out of his grip. He smirked and turned around to face Dean and Bobby again. "Alright, I'll help you." Dean breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Don't thank me just yet, Squirrel", Crowley said with a smirk. "You haven't heard my terms." Dean looked at him, confused.

"Terms? What terms?", Dean growled at the demon. He turned and looked at me again and smiled. But there was something else in his eyes. Lust. He propped his elbow on the wall above my head and looked back at Dean with a mischievous grin. He ran his fingers up and down my collar bone as I looked up at him in fear.

"NO!", Dean barked at Crowley. "THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN! NOT NOW! NOT EVER!" Crowley looked back at me with a melodramatic pout and ran his thumb across my cheekbone. I flinched away from him and looked over at Dean, pleading for help with my eyes. "Crowley!", Dean snarled. "Don't!" His hands were balled into fists and he was breathing hard through his nose. It was clear that he wasn't going to take much more of this demon's shit. Crowley shrugged and backed away from me.

"Suit yourselves", Crowley whispered, still staring at me huddled against the wall. "Good luck getting your brother's soul from the cage." I looked from Dean to Crowley and back again. Was Dean going to let him go? If the look on his face was any indication. He was. I had to do something!

"Wait!" I whispered so quietly, I wasn't sure that anyone heard me. But Crowley froze and slowly turned toward me with that grin plastered on his face again. He walked toward me again and Dean ran at him. The demon waved at him and Dean flew across the room, slamming into a cabinet, shattering it and the contents into pieces.

"YOU FILTHY SON OF A BITCH!", Bobby yelled. He made a move to run at Crowley and again Crowley raised his arm. I jumped in between them with my arms stretched out, trying to hold them back.

"STOP IT! PLEASE!", I screeched. Dean was just getting to his feet, moaning and holding his lower back. I looked at Crowley and then at Dean. Dean's shocked expression made me flinch. He knew what I was thinking. He was a better psychic than I was.

"No, Violet! You can't!, Dean snarled. "I won't let you!" I walked over to him and touched his cheek. "You can't give yourself to this bastard for my brother, Vi! You can't!" A tear rolled down his cheek and I wiped it away with my thumb.

"I'm not doing this for your brother Dean", I whispered. "I'm doing it for you."