Keeping perfectly still, Crowley sat and watched the door intently. Just as he was about to see who dared enter, he felt the familiar tug of a summoning. Knowing it was useless to fight it, he sighed and let the force of the spell pull him to whomever was stupid enough to summon him. Although as he faded from the room, he could have sworn he saw the familiar tan trench coat.

"Bloody hell, you know I'm not a dog at your beck and call." Crowley growled, pissed, no strike that, enraged. Standing in the predicable devil's trap, he was looking at the damn Wnchesters, flanked by a grumpier than normal Bobby. Conspicuously absent was the trench-coated angel. In response, Dean dragged over a wooden chair and straddled it on the very edge of the devil's trap – fully aware of how close he was to a very powerful and angry Crowley. Meanwhile the Sam just stood there, arms crossed, letting Dean run the show and Bobby leaned against a wall observing Crowley closely. None of them spoke.

Breaking the silence, Dean spoke, his voice low and menacing. "Ok Chuckles, I'd like to know your game here with Thea."

"Or what?"

"Or we make life very uncomfortable for you and your little demon horde."

"And that is supposed to scare me? Don't you have your hands full already, Dean? Shouldn't you be after Eve?" Crowley could tell that he struck a nerve, but Dean kept a reign on his temper. He just had to push a little more and the elder Winchester would crack. He was not known for his anger management skills. "By the way Sam, Lucifer says hello, he misses your little chats." He watched as Sam paled and Dean started grinding his teeth. He crossed his arms and just waited.

"Son of a bitch." Dean stood, knocking his chair into the circle, and standing face to face with Crowley. The legs of the chair scraping just enough of the paint. He waited to see if the trio noticed. When they didn't, he decided to have a little fun.

"I may have sold my soul, but I did love my mother. So you will tell me what you wanted me here for."

"Last I checked, I'm not the one in the devil's trap." Dean spat. "We want to know what you are playing at with Thea."

"That, my dear Winchester is none of your concern. Thea and I have a contract and you have no leverage to make me cancel this one." He smirked, time to have some fun. "Besides, you are forgetting something. Winchester."

"And that is?"

"I'm the frigging King of Hell."

"So?"

"I'm also still the King of the Cross-roads."

"Old news there buddy."

"You forgot that with those titles comes another one."

"Oh,Yeah? Whats that?"

"Master of the Hell Hounds."

Watching Dean's face pale, as he couldn't help but remember his own death at the hands of the beasts, Crowley let out a whistle. Within seconds, his personal hound was in the room awaiting his next command. Growling at the hunters, the hounds eyes flickered back and forth between the hunters and Crowley, watching everything intently. Dean stood and looked around quickly as if he could spot the hound. Backing slowly away from Crowley, he edged toward the wall. Sam and Bobby did the same.

Turning to Sam and Dean, "You remember my little pup from before, don't you?"

Smiling a mirthless smile, Crowley moved forward and with a pause for effect, stepped over the line of the trap. Turning to his hound, he commanded, "Stay." Patting the five foot tall beasts head, he watched the Winchesters squirm. With a flick of the wrist, he threw them against the wall and walked out of the room they had summoned him to. About five feet out the door, he heard Dean call out his name. Turning back, walked slowly back in the room, making sure they heard every footstep.

"Yes darling?" Crowley stood just out of arms reach watching as Dean's eyes flickered back and forth from himself to where he imagined the hound was sitting. Without looking, he knew that Sam and Bobby were doing the same.

"Will you please call your dog off?"

"Why should I? I've half a mind to let him babysit you three all day so I don't have to worry about your meddling hides mucking about in my business."

"Look here you..."

"Dean, just shut-up. You'll only piss him off further." Sam said, knowing his brothers tendency to speak without thinking.

"First smart thing someone's said all day Moose." Crowley said turning his head slightly to the side to glance at Sam.

"Tell you what. I'm in a generous mood today. As soon as I'm away from you lot, I'll call off my hound."

"And how do we know we can trust you?" Bobby spoke for the first time since Crowley had appeared.

"You don't mate." He spoke in a low voice. "But where I'm standing, you lot don't exactly have much of a choice. So trust me, or not, I've got an appointment with a lovely redhead that I intend to keep."

Turning his back to the trio, he left the room again. Once he was clear, he snapped his fingers and released them from the wall. Letting out a low whistle, he called his hound to him and sent him back home with a pat on the head.

Appearing back in Thea's room, he barely had time to blink before he was tossed back into the wall. Shaking off his jacket, he caught Cas's fist before it connected with his face. Growling at the angel, he pulled them both out of the house and into his office in hell. He wasn't going to risk wakening Thea and having to explain his hands around the angels neck. He note a momentary look of surprise cross the angels face at the contact.

Slamming Cas in to the wall he winced as the angel made a dent in the newly renovated space. Cas quickly recovered and grabbed his jacket, pulling Crowley off his feet before throwing him across the room and over his desk. Keeping the desk between them, Crowley fought the urge to kill the angel and get it over with. Knowing the fallen angels luck, he'd just get brought back again. Instead he made a motion with his hand and two of his brass statues flew off the shelf and directly at the angel. Cas ducked them both with ease, but was forced to back away from Crowley. Satisfied with the distance between himself and the angel at the moment, he noticed that the angel was breathing as hard as he was.

"Oi! What's with all the hostility?" Crowley moved slowly lest he provoke another attack. "Between you and the Winchesters, I'm beginning to get the feeling that you don't like me much."

"What did you do?" Cas asked in a low voice.

"Is there an echo in the universe?" Crowley half mumbled. "I collect souls and you lot are on my case, I don't collect and you are still after me...I'm beginning to detect a bit of a homoerotic thing going on here." Crowley smirked. When Cas failed to see the humor in the remark. He held up in his hands in mock surrender. "Look, we can go a few more rounds if you wish, but I think it would be better for all involved if we just talked this out."

Cas reluctantly took a chair and sat. If Crowley didn't know better he'd say something was bothering the normally morose angel. Filing that tidbit of information away for later, he sat back in his chair.

"Look, if I'm not able to do a good deed for someone other than the Winchesters, then how on Earth will I ever turn all the bad PR for Hell around?"

"I fail to see the point, you are the King of Hell."

"Doesn't me people can't like me."

"Can you answer my question about Thea now?"

"Sorry, I lost track of the question."

"You are not going to give me a straight answer are you?" Crowley was surprised to see frustration in the angel's face. However, the angel wasn't looking at him anymore, at least not his face. In the scuffle, his jacket arm, had been torn and the tattoo on his left wrist was showing.

Acting nonchalant Crowley just grinned and shrugged. Cas gave him a intense look and disappeared.

"Bullocks!"