Crowley looked up at the black scorned wood that formed the devil's trap. The burned circle that was located mainly above his desk. It reeked of oil and fire.

Castiel appeared behind the Winchesters. The creaking they'd heard had been him, up on the next floor, as he prepared the trap.

As Crowley looked up he began to laugh. 'I knew you weren't to be trusted. You and your tricks. Your traps.' He smiled looking down at the men before him. 'But it seems… you've missed me.' Dean gritted his teeth. If Crowley had been standing where he had been just seconds before he would have been trapped. But now, he was standing an agonizingly short distance from the circle, outside the trap.

Slowly Dean and Sam came into motion. Sam going for Susan, while Dean pulled the colt out from under his belt. Crowley laughed and with a wave of his hand send the brothers flying back into the other room. There they crashed against the wall and fell to the floor. The doors slamming shut behind them.

Dean groaned as he sat up rubbed the back of his head. 'You okay Sammy?'

'Yeah…' Sam replied as he cracked his neck.

The building shook slightly. The brothers looked at each other and then quickly scrambled to their feet. They ran to the doors and pushed and pulled at them, closed. 'Cas?!' Sam shouted banging on the door.

'Crowley, you bitch!' Dean gave another tug on the door handle. Suddenly a reddish glow came from under the door and they could hear Castiel groan. 'Don't you hurt them!'

Finally the doors gave in, swinging open. Stumbling in they quickly looked around the room. No sign of Susan, or Crowley. Only Castiel sitting on his knees, hands pressed against his ears. And on top of Crowley's desk the source of the glowing red light. A strange drawing. 'Sam!' Dean ordered pointing at it as he went to Castiel's side.

Sam went over quickly and slammed his knife into the desk, in the middle of the drawing. It stopped glowing and Castiel pulled his hands away from his ears. 'You okay Cas?' Dean asked worried.

'What happened?' Sam frowned as he pulled his knife out of the desk.

Castiel stood up ignoring Dean's worry. 'Crowley had some kind of sigil already drawn. It… it emitted an excruciating sound.'

'We heard nothing.' Dean frowned exchanging looks with Sam.

'I can hear a vaster range of sounds than humans.' Castiel explained.

'Do you know where he took Susan?' Sam asked as he looked around the room. Castiel shook his head.

'Great.' Dean sighed. 'I don't suppose he took her back to the abandoned factory..'

'Crowley's got thousands of abandoned buildings scattered around.'

'He might not even still be in America.'

'It'll be a pain to find them again.'

Dean sighed and stuffed the colt back under his belt. 'Alright. Cas, check the building. There might be other demons.' Castiel nodded and disappeared to search the other rooms. 'Sammy, you…' Dean turned to his brother. 'What are you doing?'

Sam looked up from his spot behind the desk. He'd pulled a piece of paper and a pen from one of the drawers. 'I'm copying it.' He said pointing at the drawing on the desk. 'So we can look it up.' He clarified after Dean kept frowning at him.

'Right.' Dean mumbled, as if to say "of course, I knew that". He looked around the room. 'You do that. And I'll… I'll just…' He looked up at the devil's trap and sighed. A crack in the ceiling now interrupted the circle, rendering the trap useless. Undoubtedly the work of Crowley, just as the shaking of the building.

Castiel came back in. The boys looked at him expectantly. 'Nothing.' He said.

'Nothing, no demons?' Dean frowned in disappointment. He had some anger in him that he'd love to take out on a demon or two.

'No, nothing as in nothing. No demons, no sulfur, not the smell of sulfur, not even Crowley's cologne in any other room.' Castiel said frustrated.

'It was a façade…' Sam sighed. 'He knew we had her and that we were coming. And he put up a little show for us.'

'So, we've got nothing? Again.' Dean grumbled. He balled his hands into fists as he looked down at the spot where Susan had been kneeling. Another plan of theirs had failed miserably, sunken to the bottom and could be added to the pile. And again they'd put an innocent person in danger. This time not just any danger, but back into the hands of Crowley, the king of hell.

Sam folded the paper with the drawing and shoved it into his pocket. 'Let's just go back to the motel. We'll call Bobby, work from there.' He suggested.

The brothers left the room, but Castiel lingered behind. He looked around the room when something by the desk caught his eye. He went over and kneeled, picking it up. It was a button, a white shirt button. And Castiel knew exactly where it had come from. It came from one of the sleeves of the shirt he'd gotten Susan.

As soon as Crowley shut the doors between them and the Winchesters Castiel had ran to her side. He'd grabbed her arm and was pulling her to stand on her feet when… When Crowley activated the sigil. The sound didn't blast out, but grew steadily stronger. It had disorientated him and in that weakness Crowley had been able to pull Susan from his grip.

In an attempt to cling onto her Castiel's fingers had scraped over the sleeve. The button came off, due to bad sowing probably. And that was the last he saw of Susan and Crowley. He then sank to his knees clamping his hands over his ears, trying to stay sane.

Castiel held the button in his hand for a moment. It was a token. A token of his guilt. It was his fault Susan was back with Crowley. At least, that's what it felt like to him.

'Are you coming, Cas?' Sam called. The angel stood up and slipped the button into the pocket of his trench coat. He looked around the room one last time before leaving the mansion.

Dean padded the Impala on it's top. He was glad his Baby was unharmed and still parked in front of the building.

'Can I ride shot..?' Castiel started. The boys chorused "No" back at him and Sam got into the passenger seat as usual.

They'd barely shut their doors when a ringing came from the glove compartment. Sam opened it and found the phone Susan had used earlier. On the little glowing screen he saw no caller id, only a number. 'It's a foreign number…' He mumbled.

'Susan's friend.' Dean groaned letting his head touch down on the wheel.

'What do I do?'

'Press the green button.' Castiel said leaning forward between the chairs.

'No. I mean, what do I say?' Sam brushed through his hair nervously. 'I can't just pick up and say: Hi, we rescued your friend earlier and now she's abducted, AGAIN.'

'Why not?' Castiel frowned. 'There is nothing wrong with your vocal chords.' Once again the Angel was clueless.