"A deal's a deal," Sam said to Dean.
"I don't need your help, moose," Crowley snarled. Sam didn't even know he had no soul. How stupid was that? He might be a demon. He might be just like a ghost. But even though he had sold his soul, he still had it with him.
Now, Bobby's soul. He really wished he hadn't had to give that up. Bobby would have made a great demon.
He started putting his bones in a bag. He had to hide these. He'd hide them in Hell. No way the stupid Winchesters could get them there.