Part 2

Dean rests his head on his door and his hand on the doorknob slowly turning it. He peeks around the door to find Crowley sitting in french girl position on his bed and slams the door open. "Get. Off." he demands as he bolts in and slams the door behind him. Crowley gets up and Dean knows it's time to just rip the band-aid off because this has gone on too long. He takes Crowley's wrists in his hands and goes for it.

"Mphf," Crowley jumps a bit in surprise.

Dean backs away. "Kay, we good? that all ya need?"

"Uh, yeah...uh, thanks?" Crowley clears his throat, "goo-nice doing business with you," he stutters and leaves.

"Fuck." Dean whispers and then tells himself, "no, nope, not even going to think about it."

Dean stumbles over to his bed and lays down. He hopes to get enough rest to wipe this whole situation from his memory but it starts to feel like forever that he's staring off into sleep-limbo replaying that stupid decision. He keeps really feeling that moment like remembering getting hit by a car it's in slow motion despite it all happening so fast. Why the fuck is this even in my head?

Sam thinks he knows how to get Cas back so he shows up at Deans door ready to knock when he hears

"CROWLEY!" and barges in only to find Dean sleep talking. "What the fuck am I suppos~t" Dean then starts to mutter in a less coherent way before, "Fuckin NO, auuuhhmm~"

"Hey, wake up, Dean?" Sam says shaking him. "Dean!"

"Auhh, huh wha? Whass up, whas wron?" Dean groans sitting up still kind of asleep.

"What were you just dreaming about?"

"Awwh, you know, Crowley's jusss..." Snore.

"DEAN!"

"Hm, oh huh yeah, I'm up, I'm-I'm up," Dean declares getting out of bed and stretching.

"So what was Crowley doing?"

"What?" Dean asks stiffly, shit his sleep self better have not screwed up, he thinks.

"In your dream, what was he doing?"

"uhhh," Dean takes a breath of relief that Sam is not talking about their deal. He tries to remember his dream honestly doesn't know what happened and shrugs. "So, you gotta case or something?"

"No, but I was thinking we could use Amara's kind of caring ish attitude for you to get Cas back. Like, she just want's to kill lucifer and to get God's attention, she doesn't care about what happens to Cas so maybe we should just, you know, ask for him."

"What a brilliant idea sherlock did you come up with it on your own? Also, how pray tell are we going to ask her if we don't know where she is?"

"Maybe we can do just that."

Dean stares at Sam like he's possessed by a teenager.

Sam rolls his eyes, "she's God's sister, right? Why not just try to pray to her? She probably has angel radio."

"Yeah, okay, let's just try that right now shall we?" Dean says sarcastically. He puts his hands together and closes his eyes "Oh dark lord Amara, you can kill Lucifer and hell, why not God, but at least giveth us our Cas back please." Dean opens an eye, peers around, and then opens the other.

He stares at Sam who shrugs and responds, "at least we tried."

"Yeah, Brilliant plan, Sammy, lemme know when you have another." He slaps Sam on the shoulder and heads to the kitchen. "SAM?!" Dean shouts not too far down the hallway.