A/N: I'm not trying to sound needy or anything… BUT... There haven't been as many reviews as I've been hoping for and I'm totally about to be bringing the SUPER ANGST! I need to know that I'm loved!

*shouts "I NEED TO BE LOVED!.. ALL I WANT IS TO BE LOVED!"*…

Yeah.. Okay.. Maybe that's a little too much.

But I seriously do need to know that my work is liked. I can see how many people view each Chapter in my 'Story Stats' and I'm getting like thirty readers a chapter that's NINETY READERS so far, yet I've only gotten 7 reviews total that leaves the opinions of at least EIGHTY-THREE readers unaccounted for.

ANYWAY… You guys get the idea… PLEASE review!

Now onto the story…

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"I can get Sam back." Crowley stated as he blocked Dean from trying to stab the angel again.

"Not from where I left him." The angel possessing Sam taunted.

"There's only two places in the entirety of GOD'S creations that I cannot enter or access and there is only one being that holds the ability to actually access either of those places and you are not HIM and neither is Metatron, no matter how much that jumped up little piss-ant of a secretary would like to pretend that he is."

"No, neither Metatron nor I can access any the places of which you speak. But that doesn't mean that Metatron could not just create access to someplace new. Someplace especially designed and equipped for containing the soul of someone such as Sam Winchester. And it is indeed a place to which only Metatron holds the key."

"So that's it?" Dean asked tersely, sounding like his carefully built façade was cracking "Sam's really gone?" Dean's voice was mournful, edging towards panic and rage, if someone didn't do something soon…

There was a loud *CRASH!* as Dean flipped one of the long tables in the library over onto it's side, causing all of the books piled on it's surface to tumble into the floor. Then there was a *CRACK!* as Dean kicked a chair across the room causing it to shatter into splinters as it collided with the wall.

"GOD DAMN IT!" Dean roared. "SON OF A BITCH! YOU GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!" Dean screamed the last directly into the angels face, not caring how bits of saliva flew into the face that was once that of his brother. "I trusted you!"

"Just like Kevin Tran trusted you?" The angel asked tauntingly.

No one could stop the fist that suddenly flew out and struck the angel in the face. Dean cradled his hand muttering how 'hitting an angel still hurts like a bitch even when their batteries aren't fully charged'.

The angel behaved as if he hadn't even felt a thing as he boldly asked "Or the way SAM trusted you?"

"Son of a bitch!" Dean hissed as he lunged to attack the angel again, but Crowley blocked his way.

There was a thoughtful look on the crossroad demon's face as he repeated what the angel just said "Sam's in a place that is specifically designed and equipped for containing the soul of someone such as Sam Winchester? Is that correct?" The former (or current, according to Crowley's views) 'King of Hell' asked the angel.

The angel nodded, making Crowley's face light up with a gleeful smile as he looked over at Dean and said "I know exactly where Sam is. And Metatron may be the only one holding the key to where Sam is, for now, but that doesn't mean that the locks keeping Sam imprisoned can't be picked."…