So, here we are at the end of another fic in this universe. But, as always, don't worry as there is plenty more within this universe I still want to write about. I hope you've all enjoyed reading this and I look forward to seeing you for the next installment of this series.

He knew this was the end for him. And yet, he couldn't help but try to deny it until his last breath. He'd circled himself in salt, Devil's Shoestring, and anything else he could think of to keep demons and their hounds at bay. He could hear the howls of the Hell Hounds in the distance, slowly growing closer. He sat inside his circles, hugging his knees close to his chest. He shuddered with every breath, frantically looking around the room. Suddenly, the entire room began to shake as the sounds of howling turned to growls. Hot, foul breath brushed across his cheek. He closed his eyes and wimpered, praying to be saved from his fate.

"Down girls!" a voice boomed and the growling fell to silence. Cautiously, the man opened his eyes. But as soon as he saw who was stood in front of him, he wished he had kept them shut.

"King Crowley?" the man whispered in disbelief.

"Hello there," Crowley smiled "Gustavo, is it?"

"I-I didn't think it would really be you. I thought this type of job was below you these days," the man's voice cracked with fear.

"Yes, well... this has become a more personal matter," Crowley's eyes flashed red. The man desperately tried to shuffle backwards until his back hit firmly against the wall. Slowly, Crowley walked towards him until he was almost stood on top of him.

"Dean Winchester can't save you now. Not that he would have been able to in the first place. He's not even a demon anymore, you see. And we both know collecting souls is my line of work, not his,"

"Please! I beg you! Don't send me to Hell, anything but there," the man pleaded, pressing himself against the wall behind him.

"You'll always be going to Hell. Your soul belongs to me, no matter what," Crowley smirked "but... I can make a few adjustments to our contract,"

"What do you mean?" the man asked, his body relaxing ever-so-slightly.

"I'll extend your contract by another 5 years, on one condition,"

"Anything, I'll do anything!" the man almost begged.

"Go and tell your royal buddies and their Verrat guard dogs that Dean Winchester is not who or what they think he is. He cannot and will not help any of you, no matter how you may try to convince him. If any of you value your lives, you'll stay far away from him," Crowley said in a dangerously quiet voice.

"Yes, of course! I'll tell them all," the man nodded, scrambling to his feet.

"Good, now get out of here," Crowley glanced towards the door. The man didn't need to be told twice. He ran towards the door, ripped it open, and disappeared down the corridor. Crowley took a quiet moment to smirk to himself at his success before he too disappeared from the room.

He re-appeared in the Men of Letter's bunker, in front of the Winchester brother's looking exactly how they had when he had left them.

"Did it work?" Dean asked, walking over to him.

"It's done. The Verrat shouldn't be bothering you any time soon," Crowley looked at him and then towards Sam.

"Thank you," Sam smiled "we owe you one,"

"Well, I suppose it never hurts to be indebted to the Winchester's," Crowley mused before disappearing once more. As soon as he was gone, the brother's opened the door and called Cas and Nick inside.

"Everything go okay?" Nick asked.

"Yep, it worked," Sam smiled and both Nick and Cas sighed in relief.

"And that calls for a celebration!" Dean laughed, clapping Nick on the shoulder before heading out the room and towards the kitchen. The three others followed him, all smiling with their success.

"Well, I guess I'd better get going now," Nick smiled, leaning back against his car. He and the Winchester brother's were stood outside the Men of Letter's bunker, with the sun slowly setting behind them.

"Yeah, tell everyone hi from us," Sam nodded "shame we can't come with you,"

"It's cool, you guys have got your own stuff to deal with," Nick pulled Sam into a quick hug before turning to Dean.

"See ya' around," Dean clasped Nick's hand and pulled him in for a brief hug.

"This is all getting a little complicated now, isn't it?" Nick sighed, stepping back.

"Yeah, who knows what we'll run into next?"